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Poetry Instigator’s AWP Prompt Contest Winner Announced!
June 10th, 2010


Poetry Instigator is happy to announce the AWP Prompt Contest winner Heidi Johnson. Her prompts can challenge a poet’s mind at the language level, as well as fuel his/her imagination.
Congratulations, Heidi!
1. Write an independent clause as a single sentence.  Then, chop up the sentence with different punctuation and insertions.  For example: “Write!  An independent clause; as (theoretically speaking) a single…sentence.”

2. Form a story in your mind, a brief, simple one and imagine the situation in which the story could take place.  Write a poem on whatever emotional theme, symbol, situation or character comes to mind.  Let the theme, symbol, situation or character speak totally for itself.
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Interview with Travis Macdonald
June 1st, 2010


Ellie Tipton interviewed Travis Macdonald about his book “O Mission Repo”, an erasure of the 9/11 Commission Report.

Here is a link to the book publisher’s website:   “O Mission Repo” by Travis Macdonald

Check out this article by Macdonald in Jacket:  “Travis Macdonald: A Brief History of Erasure Poetics”

I’m fascinated by your use of musical scoring in the book as well as the repetition of the words “ear” and “opera.” It seems as if you are constructing an opera through the act of erasure not only by calling attention to it through the language, but also through the visual representations. Also, in Jacket 38 you say, “[Johnson] pulls a new music from Milton’s text.” Do you think that musicality plays an integral role to the erasure form?

Short answer: I think musicality plays an integral role in all poetic endeavors.

Long answer: I would hesitate to characterize any one element or device as integral to erasure-as-form…Indeed, it seems to me that this and every form that has come before it contain complex combinations of poetic and authorial artifice that are completely removed from their central constraints and largely dependent on the cultural influences and situations at hand: that ever evasive zeitgeist, I guess…

That said, I do feel safe characterizing Ronald Johnson’s Radi os as containing a precise and beautiful music. Indeed, Johnson himself concedes this patterning in his preface. Of course, on the other hand, you have practitioners of the form like Tom Phillips whose processes are primarily visual. Here (in A Humument) the song takes second billing to the images laid over each page.

For my own part, the basic music of speech and writing has always intrigued me, so that is something I’m constantly struggling to harness and/or exploit with my textual selections, erasure or otherwise. I think, when I originally set out to engage with The 9/11 Commission Report, I came to the table with a whole set of preconceived concerns and biases that, ultimately, were washed out by the reading process itself. Confronting the materiality of each page of this rather extensive government document has been a daunting and exhausting task. As the erasure process unfolded, I quickly discovered that the narrative I wanted to write wasn’t the one that “wanted” to be written. “Ear” and “Opera” are good examples of this, I think: E-A-R, as it turns out, is a frequently occurring sequence of letters throughout the text (early, clearly, fear, etc.) and, of course, “opera” was drawn from the clinically ubiquitous “Operation.” Because of the nature of the process, this language was really revealed rather than written. For this reason, I would equate my own erasure work more directly to that of a carver than a musician. I see the musical staffs (suggested and designed by my editor) as a direct sculptural progression from the subject matter that had emerged naturally in the text. So, although they hold a certain music of their own, the container itself is necessarily visual.

Also in Jacket you write, “the merge of form and meaning is, in fact, embodied in the act of fabrication.” By merging the 9/11 Report into the erasure form, you create a narrative text that comments on government, knowledge, war, and the fabrication of perception. How do you understand erasure to extend the fabrication of perception? Or do you think that it uncovers a truth by recontextualizing the narrative?

The quote above is actually taken from my necessarily brief investigation into Armand Schwerner’s Tablets and was meant to provide some historical context and foundation for erasure poetry. By manipulating his reader’s expectations through the cultural authority and context of “translation,” Schwerner creates a narrative in which form and content exist simultaneously in the textual object or artifact that arises. Or, perhaps more accurately, the “meaning” of these pages is directly dependent on the co-fabrication of form and content. There is no need for any egg-chasing-chicken race between the two.

As far as the faculties of perception are concerned, I think it is the very nature of artistic expression, perhaps even human experience as a whole, to re-contextualize our surroundings. Narrative itself is an embodiment of this natural urge to contain time within a referenced space. What artist or writer doesn’t seek to shift or affect their audience?

In the case of the narrative contained in The 9/11 Commission Report, I was interested in drawing new meanings and perspectives from what was a personal, communal and national tragedy the likes of which most citizens of this country had never seen. The official narrative of this multi-faceted event therefore cannot, I think, be contained in 562 pages of political concession and statements of unquestionable fact. I was/am interested in extending that narrative or creating a “parallel narrative,” as the text itself suggests, capable of continuing that story in different, perhaps unexpected, directions.

Along with that question– is the repossession in O Mission Repo the act of erasure itself? In other words, is the text with its silences and visual alterations reclaiming a perception of manufactured truth that only the erasure can repossess for the reader?

I think of the “Repo” in The O Mission Repo in several different, though interwoven, ways. It is, on one hand, repossession on a textual level; using the tools and methods of our mass-media culture to re-frame what is, undoubtedly an already heavily redacted “public” document. On the other hand, it is a narrative repossession as well; of the infinite stories left untold by that selfsame culture of digitally typeset headlines and flashing “click here” sound-bytes. Our individual faculties of perception are being constantly bombarded with information from every angle. What is gained and what is lost, ultimately, in this inherently imbalanced exchange? How does a 562 page government document figure into our newly tailored attention spans? Every American citizen paid for the commercial production of this book. Some of us twice: once with tax dollars and once at the checkout line. And, of course, some paid considerably more than others. What does it mean to have a public document of national tragedy published under the guise of literature and sold for $30 by Barnes & Noble? I’m not sure I know, not exactly. I hope the “Repo” answers some of those questions. Or at least gets the reader asking them out loud.

Truth, on the other hand (at least the communal kind) is always manufactured. At least that’s my experience. But there’s always a historical basis for justifying personal experience: Galileo’s observations were once considered wild heretical speculation, right? Darwin’s still are in some circles. My point is that truth is a fickle, changing thing. Personally, I want nothing to do with it whatsoever. As a writer, I’m more interested in revealing the machineries of human language and perception through whatever tools I find at my disposal. Different artists use different tools, but again I think the reclamation of perception is a basic goal for most. The difference being that the directly appropriative nature of erasure makes its intentions and procedures more readily apparent.

In terms of my own text specifically, I believe omission to be an extremely powerful political force used upon a news hungry populace to induce all sorts of belief and obedience for a variety of vested interests. By turning that force back upon the flow of information it strives to control, I hope I’ve managed to repossess some small part of the narrative surrounding the attacks of September 11, 2001.

In the Reface, the blocked text reminds me of a machine– as if a computer blocked off the text; whereas, chapter one appears to have been marked out by hand with a black sharpie. The “Unit” (government) also feels machine-like with its tendency for destruction. Do you see the act of erasure as part of a machine-like process? Or is it an extension of the natural world with its process of erosion? Or is it neither of these, but instead a constant flux of human, machine, and natural erosion that demand erasure to reconceptualize the language of art?

Initial proofs of this project were all done with a sharpie—I inadvertently ruined my roommate’s coffee table with hand-drawn redactions—so that process was definitely on my mind when assembling the final pages. In the end, though, the entire book was created in Photoshop for practical purposes. I feel it worth noting that I was also striving (in the progression of chapters) to embody that gradual revelation of light hinted at in the Reface. As far as Unit is concerned, I definitely envision him/it as an organizing, quantifying, compartmentalizing, mechanized bureaucratic force as opposed to the more elusive and organic character of Lad who does not so much rebel against these qualities of Unit as subvert them by his very nature. Ultimately, I think both forces are destructive and both are indicative of the gradual natural and mechanical influences we experience every day as citizens of the 21st Century.

Any thoughts or advice for me as a novice student of erasure?

I would say: you need to learn to read like an acrobat! By which I mean, just as writers must keep their fingers metaphorically limber, so must the erasurist have flexible eyes trained to read in several directions at once. On an even more practical level, I would say: don’t ever believe anyone who tells you there’s such a thing as an erasurist.

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STEP 3.7: Magic Realism!
May 1st, 2010


Julio Cortazar: Magic Realism

Cortazar’s prose and poetry are all about the duality of process: the infusion of the non-linear with the linear; the fantastical, magical plots portrayed dryly as realistic. His prosems (that’s what he called them!) employ humour but leave the reader with the sense of their darkness. In ‘The Behavior of Mirrors on Easter Island’, Cortazar’s aesthetic of duality is pronounced in how the linear narrative moves within non-linear events in a literal sense. His use of duality in the macro and micro levels of the poem are intriguing to me. The poem is funny and quirky, yet extremely poignant.

When you set up a mirror on the western side of Easter Island, it runs backwards. When you set one up on the eastern side of the island, it runs forward. Delicate surveys may discover the point at which that mirror will run on time, but finding the point at which the mirror works correctly is no guarantee that that point will serve for any other, since mirrors are subject to the defects of the individual substances of which they are made and react the way they really and truly want to. So that Solomon Lemos, an anthropologist on fellowship from the Guggenheim Foundation, looking into the mirror to shave, saw himself dead of typhus-this was on the eastern side if the island. And at the same time a tiny mirror which he’d forgotten on the western side of Easter Island (it’d been dropped between some stones) reflected for no one Solomon Lemos in short pants on his way to school, then Solomon Lemos naked in a bathtub being enthusiastically soaped by his mommy and daddy, then Solomon Lemos going da-da-da, to the thrilled delight of his Aunt Remeditos on a cattle ranch in Trenque Lanquen county.

trans. Paul Blackburn

In the spirit of Magic Realism explore your imagination to come up with a plot for a prose poem. Let the plot move you within the world/situation you have created, pay attention to the duality of details. Your poem could be linear, non-linear, or both!

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STEP 3.6: AFTER MATTHEA HARVEY–by brand-new poetry instigator SIWAR!
April 10th, 2010


Matthea Harvey’s poems are marvellous contraptions. They explore and present artifices in the best sense, as disclosures of fabrication into plays of significance, demonstrating along the way innovative and resourceful poetic syntaxes.

– Dean Young

In Pity the Bathtub its Forced Embrace of the Human Form, Matthea Harvey uses lack of punctuation, line breaks and the capitalisation at the beginning of lines towards a well balanced outcome of satisfying the expectations of the reader and opposing them. The duality of purpose of the first words seems to function in two opposing ways, heightening tension, allowing juxtaposition. The words seem to act as connectives, giving the narrative and/or imagery a cohesiveness literal in the sense that two lines share a word. However, this duality also works in defying expectation syntactically, allowing digression.

Write a poem where you use words at the beginning of the line in a duality like Harvey does, so that the altering of syntax is not only destructive but also constructive.

THE GEM IS ON PAGE SIXTY-FOUR

Ahem said the guards when anyone lingered too long
With their nose in a posy & then came the stuttered
Explanation was required if one seemed to be admiring
Anything could provoke a ticket even a certain glazing

Of the eye that seemed to signify some secret rapture

How the rupture between looking & looking had happened
Was a mystery (perhaps there had once been a sallow queen)
But it was best to wear dark sunglasses & mutter what a waste
Of marble when in the proximity of beauty even if it was
Necessary acts of loveliness such as trimming the olive trees
Were scheduled for Non-Moon nights so the silvery branches
In piles around the ladders wouldn’t have any added
Attraction between young men & women was now a case
Of smuggled petticoats & plain brown cakes that had
Icing on the inside & in the schoolyard children traded
Beauty Cards listing what page & book to look in for something
Scandalous things had happened in a town up north it was
Rumored that all the pretty girls had pranced down the cobbled
Hill holding gold picture frames around their faces & a man
With a cane began surreptitiously tracing where the sun was
Hitting the stones & then the mayor whispered that line of
Shakespeare into his wife’s ear & she looked momentarily
Sentimental outbreaks were not uncommon & there were crews
Trained in containment but they could never predict the next
One day they’d come upon a soda fountain each customer looking
At his or her fizzy drink with an expression of absolute bliss
Or two boys in a basement in ecstasy over something imaginary
Which couldn’t be taken away & poured down the sink

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STEP 3.5: The Most Embarrassing Thing Ever
March 30th, 2010


I used to have a friend who felt the same way as I do about a lot of poetry-related things. We agreed that when you feel slightly embarrassed or nervous about sharing a poem, that usually means it’s a good one–that you’ve pushed yourself beyond what you’re comfortable with in the writing of it. And there’s something innately embarrassing about poetry, because to say you’re a poet or that you like or write poetry, it brings to peoples’ minds someone who’s totally overcome by their emotions. And what’s more embarrassing than that? Maybe all that irony or whatever you’d call it in poetry–or even more so, the TWEE–is an effort to barricade oneself against–or to explain away–the humiliation that comes with the feeling and thinking about feeling that’s so connected to writing poetry.

One of the first smart things I ever thought of, when I was like sixteen, is that embarrassment is not DEEP, but it’s POTENT. I probably thought of that then because my life was all about embarrassment. I think of it again now because I happen to have done some pretty embarrassing things in the past week.

Write a non-narrative poem that USES embarrassment. Don’t describe the embarrassing thing that happened; I won’t be able to stand to hear about it–just write about the feeling; channel the embarrassment of being human.

Yours in humilation,

Lucy

Related links:

http://www.seventeen.com/fun-stuff/today/daily-trauma/panties-in-a-twist-dt-032210

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STEP 3.4: Write a poem titled “POEM”
February 15th, 2010


Sometimes poems are titled POEM. Some poets have a habit of naming their poems poem. Frank O’Hara has a ton of them. Jim Carroll, James Schuyler, Delmore Schwartz, and William Carlos Williams used the title often, too.

Why?

What does it imply to call your poem simply POEM? How does it influence your reading of a poem when all you’re given going into it is that one word? Why do these poems tend to be short? What are these poets trying to tell us, or not tell us?

That title seems at once a way of drawing attention to itself and of burying itself—for how will it be found later, among all the more uniquely titled poems?

And how, once you’ve read the poem, does that title affect your reading of its tone?

I’ve made a mini-anthology of poems called poem. To contribute your own, log onto our forum.

Poem

BY FRANK STANFORD

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Step 3.3: Making It Your Own
February 8th, 2010


Frank Bidart’s poem Adolescence, from his book DESIRE, is, he explains in a note, “a ‘found’ poem, carved out of anonymously-published prose.” Through deft strokes of punctuation and lineation Bidart, amazingly, transforms this found language entirely; it feels at home among the other poems in the book (well, that is if any of his poems can be said to be “at home”).

The poem’s layers of time and consciousness and looking mirror our experience as we read this poem knowing it’s been “found,” changed through being looked at by Bidart.

Find language and, using punctuation, erasure, lineation, and whatever other tools you want, make it into a poem of your own.

Adolescence

He stared up into my eyes with a look

I can almost see now.

He had that look in his eyes

that bore right into mine.

I could sense that he knew I was

envious of what he was doing–; and knew that I’d

always wish I had known at the time

what he was dong was something I’d always

crave in later life, just as he did.

He was enjoying what he was doing.

The looking was one of pure rapture.

He was gloating. He knew.

I still remember his look.

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3.2: Screaming Back
February 1st, 2010


Robert Lowell’s poem “The Scream” is based on a short story by Elizabeth Bishop, “In the Village.”

Write a poem based on a short story of your choosing. Like Lowell, give the poem a name different than the name of the short story–but let us know, either in an epigraph like Lowell or in some other way, what short story your poem is based on.

THE SCREAM

(Derived from Elizabeth Bishop’s story, “In the Village”)

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Step 3.1: The Habit of Being
January 25th, 2010


To Denver Lindley

6 March 57

I watched the TV play, disliking it heartily from first to last. However, that was not nearly so bad as having to sustain all manner of enthusiastic congratulations from the local citizens. They feel that I have arrived at last. They are willing to forget that the original story was not as good as the television play. Children now point to me on the street. It’s mighty disheartening…

‘I have not read any good reviews of Madison Jones’ book [The Innocent]. I wrote him a note about it and had one in return. He appears to be bearing up.

I have a friend named John Lynch who has written ten or twelve stories that he would like to have published in a collection. I suggested he send them to you. I have seen three or four of them and think they are superior… I hope anyway that he will get around to sending them to you.

Flannery O’Connor’s letters, collected in THE HABIT OF BEING, are wonderful to read because they are so full of humor, honesty, faith, business, thinking, daily life, and meaty, real relationships.

Look through a writer’s letters and choose a letter on which to base a poem. For letters that refer to people or places or things you don’t know, create a context. Some other suggestions:

WORDS IN AIR: THE COMPLETE CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN ELIZABETH BISHOP AND ROBERT LOWELL

ELIZABETH BISHOP: ONE ART: LETTERS, SELECTED AND EDITED

KEATS’S LETTERS

CONGENIAL SPIRITS: THE SELECTED LETTERS OF VIRGINIA WOOLF

EMILY DICKINSON: SELECTED LETTERS


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FALL FOR THE BOOK WINNERS ANNOUNCED!
January 23rd, 2010


The winners of our first annual Fall for the Book Poetry Contest, co-sponsored by Fall for the Book and the Writer’s Center, have been decided. Thanks so much to everyone who entered! It was a joy to read the poems and extremely difficult to decide winners among the many, many entries we received.

Stay tuned to the site to read the winning poems–and, of course, for more prompts!

- Lucy & Ellie

FIRST PLACE: “MOTEL,” by Missy Purcell: We love the surprises in this poem, like the description “smells like people” and the sounds of the alphabet sung in the next room.  The way it incorporates the quotations from its chosen Fall for the Book author works with the poem’s progression to create a mysterious setting.

SECOND PLACE: “Yes, Gale,” by Alyse Knorr: This poem’s sardonic tone creates a believable persona that pulls us into it again and again.

THIRD PLACE: “Sounds of Unforgiveness,” by Maggie Beetz: This is a beautifully constructed poem that uses its Fall for the Book author quotation in a way that allows insight into its story without giving us exposition.  We love the rhythms and tone created here!

Honorable Mentions [in no particular order]

[Untitled], by Cori Stash

“The Navigator, by Stephanie Myrick

“Some Might Say It’s Hot,” by Eleanor Graves

“Or as you say, ‘bread and butter,’ by Liz Gerber

“The Message,” by Clarinda Harris

Thanks again to everyone who entered! Congratulations to the winners for your awesome poems. Rock on, poets.

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