Just a quick post to announce my latest book review up at The Volta Blog!
This time around I spend time with Danielle Cadena Deulen’s second collection, Our Emotions Get Carried Away Beyond Us (Barrow Street Press).
This review will be my last for The Volta Blog as they are closing shop. I learned a lot and had fun supporting some great books.
Reviewing for them made me brave enough to do my own microreviews & interviews for this blog (see: “Categories”).
Special thanks to Sally Whittier McCallum and Housten Donham for being great to work with.
See you Friday!
P.S. Also: check out the details of the new giveaway below!
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This week, I thought I’d share a poem from Wayne Miller’s latest collection, Post- (Milkweed Editions), which I wrote about earlier this week for the Cincinnati Review blog.
In my review of the book, I spoke about poems that engaged with the idea of inheritance in relation to the nature of language itself. This week’s poem, “Inside the Book,” explores such territory.
In this poem, the speaker meditates on their daughter’s efforts at reading “these trenches of script.” The lyric quickly develops a sense of the physicality of reading; when the daughter is described as wanting “to lift that world / into her own,” the reading act is being understood as a visceral experience. The effort is narrated in physical terms, which imbues the daughter narrative with a great deal of determination.
This meeting of “worlds” culminates in an ending that takes the poem, poet, and reader to a metaphysical level, indirectly pointing out the ways in which language and reading act as hinges between us.
Inside the Book – Wayne Miller
For my daughter: these images,
these trenches of script. She keeps
reaching to pull them
from the page, as if the book
were an opened cabinet;
every time, the page
blocks her hand. They’re right
there – those pictures
vivid as stained glass,
those tiny, inscrutable knots.
They hang in that space
where a world was built
in fits and erasures – she wants
to lift that world
into her own.
Meanwhile, this world
floods her thoughts,
her voice; it fills
the windows, the streets
she moves through;
it reaches into her
as the air reaches into her lungs.
Then, before we know it,
here she is with us
inside the book.
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Happy to share this recent Q&A session focusing on my poem “Hails from Corpus Christi” from my forthcoming collection Small Fires (FutureCycle Press, 2017).
In this short session, I discuss this poem in terms of “soundscape” and measure as well as go into some of the themes of the upcoming collection.
There might also be a brief reference to the Ninja Turtles.
Special thanks to Ellie Francis Breivogel for her insightful questions as well as to everyone at Carve Magazine!
“Hails from Corpus Christi” will be published in CM’s next issue which is available for pre-order!
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Just a quick note to share my latest microreview & interview over at the Cincinnati Review blog!
This time around I spend time with Wayne Miller’s latest book, Post- (Milkweed Editions).
Stay tuned Friday as I share a poem from Miller’s collection.
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September ended up being such a busy month that I never got around to sharing more excerpts from The Divorce Suite (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2016). Luckily, a recent outing to the Spring Grove Cemetery provided a nice background and inspiration for a reading. Below are the poems “Gift” and “The Accordion Heart” along with a clip of my reading them.
I chose these two poems because they are both what I term “makeshift sonnets.” There was a year (2006, I believe) when I wrote a sonnet a day; terribly rhymed creatures they were, all sorts of misguided phrasing. I then took a break from writing in the form for a few years, returning to the form after learning about William Carlos Williams and his idea of the sonnet as simply the shape of an argument.
With that framework to brace me, I wrote my way back into the fourteen line form, feeling out an argument or sense of argument. Both of these poems work out their own sense of argument, and strike their separate notes that compliment the overall project of The Divorce Suite.
Gift – José Angel Araguz
A man with a heavy German accent
handed me a book by Brigitte Reimann,
said he had bought it but had to leave
suddenly, and wanted to gift it
to the store. He walked off then.
Gift it, I kept repeating, telling
the story to anyone who’d listen.
Do you know how great that is?
The front photo was the color of smoke,
the author, young, and holding a cigarette.
It looked as if by standing there,
she colored everything around her.
When I looked it up, I found the title
translated to: Everything tastes like farewell.
The Accordion Heart – José Angel Araguz (*)
The accordion heart is hard to carry.
There are no hands for it. To play,
you go from face to face and wait
to see who wakes it up. You’ll feel
the air inside you pull and stretch.
You’ll feel awkward and loud, and yet
each movement could be music. You
can see where this could lead to something.
Sometimes the face won’t want to play.
Sometimes the face will play too long.
Either way, you’ll feel worn out.
You’ll want to punch and tear a hole,
and prove the accordion heart is useless.
There are no hands for it. You wait.
The Divorce Suite can be purchased from Red Bird Chapbooks.
(*) “The Accordion Heart” was originally published in Foothill: a journal of poetry.
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Just a quick post to announce the release of the latest issue of The Boiler Journal which features two poems from a manuscript-in-progress. Read them here.
“Forging” and “The Broken Escalator at the Train Platform” both come from my years living in New Jersey/New York when I would commute to work and grad school.
This issue also features work by fellow UC poet Emily Rose Cole as well as stellar work by Leslie Marie Aguilar and Monica Lewis among others.
Check out the rest of the issue here.
Special thanks to Sebastian Hasani Paramo & everyone at the journal for including my work in such a solid issue!
See you Friday!
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Oyes en medio del otoño
(In the middle of autumn
do you hear yellow explosions?)
— Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions
Neruda’s lines above evoke a pleasing moment of synesthesia, blurring the sight of yellow leaves with the sound of explosions. As the season changes, I can’t help but see such blurred moments more and more in life.
This week’s poem, “The Heat of Autumn” by Jane Hirshfield, works its materials on a similar level as Neruda’s question above. Housed under the concept of “heat,” the narrative of the poem draws its details together in a way that imbues meaning, connecting things in an active way.
The third line, for example, refers to the “apples” of one season becoming the “cider” of another. In doing so, the first of the poem’s many little dramas is enacted. By the end, enough details and imbued meanings have piled upon each other (like leaves), that the “heat” of the title becomes a sensation on both a physical and emotional level.
The Heat of Autumn – Jane Hirshfield
The heat of autumn
is different from the heat of summer.
One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
One is a dock you walk out on,
the other the spine of a thin swimming horse
and the river each day a full measure colder.
A man with cancer leaves his wife for his lover.
Before he goes she straightens his belts in the closet,
rearranges the socks and sweaters inside the dresser
by color. That’s autumn heat:
her hand placing silver buckles with silver,
gold buckles with gold, setting each
on the hook it belongs on in a closet soon to be empty,
and calling it pleasure.
(from Hirshfield’s collection After, 2006)
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