December 5, 2014

from A CONVERSATION WITH JUAN FELIPE HERRERA

Juan Felipe Herrera

Juan Felipe Herrera was named California’s poet laureate in 2012. He holds the Tomás Rivera Endowed Chair in Creative Writing at the University of California, Riverside. Herrera is the author of numerous poetry volumes, including Half of the World in Light: New and Selected Poems; 187 Reasons Mexicanos Can’t Cross the Border: Undocuments 1971–2007; Border-Crosser with a Lamborghini Dream; and numerous children’s books, including The Upside Down Boy, which was adapted into a musical in New York City; Laughing Out Loud, I Fly, winner of a Pura Belpré Honor; and Cinnamon Girl, winner of the Américas Award. He was also awarded the National Book Critics Circle Award in poetry and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He lives and tours with the poet Margarita Luna Robles. (website)

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Note: The following is excerpted from a 24-page interview.

GREEN: Do you think growing up there drew you into being an artist, or do you think you had it in your blood to start with?

HERRERA: I had it in my blood to start with, and also meeting Alurista, because he was a step ahead—more than one step ahead of me. He was definitely a big step ahead of me.

GREEN: I think I heard a story about you meeting him when he asked you for a piece of paper?

HERRERA: That’s true, that’s true. That was on 11th Street. I was in 7th grade, he was in 9th grade, and he lived an arm’s reach from my screen window in this apartment building. He lived in a row of cottages with his aunt and his uncle. And he knocked on my door because he hadn’t gone to the school yet; he must have known about the school but he didn’t know where it was or how to get there. So someone is knocking, and I open the door and there is this young guy, and he says, “Oh, uh, do you have any paper?” I don’t know how he spotted me—how did he know to knock on my door? And how did he know I went to that school? He must have figured something out. So I said, “Oh yeah, I got paper”—you know, blue-lined paper—and I gave him a whole batch. And that was it. We didn’t talk. I wasn’t much of a talker. And he says, “Do you know how to get there?” “Yeah, I know how to get there. I’ll pick you up. I’ll be here on Monday.” And he went back to his cottage right across from my window.

But he would be the guy that, as you know, would later go through anthropology books and find out about this place—this origin story of the Aztecs and their migration to what is now Mexico City from the north country and he figured out this term called Aztlán, the northern region where the Aztecs dwelled and then left to trek 300 years to end up in what is now the Mexican capitol and found it as their place as prophesized by their ancestors. So he decided to call the Southwest, our Southwest, that place, Aztlán, and he put it together—the indigenous origin-point of the Chicano. Alurista was an innovator and a deep thinker with big ideas and interests in symbol Mesamerican systems early on, so that literally by 1969 he already was working through the books and interested in a new poetics, a new ethno-poetics. And he found these symbols, concepts, and stories, very quickly, Aztec ones and Mayan ones, and then he incorporated them into these things called Chicano poems. And he was such a good public speaker already; he had been a public speaker already in elementary school, so by the time 1966 rolled around, he was ready to go. So he started writing this, and in 1968 in Denver, Colorado, Corky Gonzalez called for the Chicano Youth Liberation Conference. So Alurista went to that and Luiz Valdez of the Chicano Farm Workers’ Theater, El Teatro Campesino, also went. I believe they both collaborated on this notion of Aztlán.

So that’s where he took the Aztlán concept. But we were buddying around since he was a 9th grader and I was a 7th grader. So that was what kind of kick-started me into going in that direction, the Chicano literary direction. And I really enjoyed it, and it took me on this strong current of many journeys. I enjoy the Mesoamerican and Chicano and Aztec and Mayan concepts and stories and histories and the whole larger scheme, colonization and the questions of culture and power and knowledge. I ended up majoring in anthropology and I just love learning about our peoples and all peoples. This was a great friendship and it began when I was thirteen years old.

GREEN: That’s amazing.

HERRERA: It was a great friendship and it was a poetry friendship. And then it kept on, and then we both went our ways. He continued and I continued. And I used to live in his house when I got out of UCLA, went back to San Diego. I don’t know what was crossing my mind—I mean, I could have continued or moved up to San Francisco where my mother was staying, where my mother lived, but no, I stuck it out and I went back to San Diego, living on 50 dollars a month at best, not going anywhere but working for the community in the arts.

GREEN: Is that the place that was an old water tank?

HERRERA: [laughs] Yeah. There were these big round talcum powder boxes—the old school round powder boxes with a little lid and a little powder puff and you would powder your face—but they were that shape, like a giant aspirin. There were two of those right there off of Park Boulevard entering Balboa Park that were just full of stolen bikes. Whatever bikes that were stolen and taken to the police, they would throw in there and they’d be auctioned off or given away. And then the community artists that were bubbling up said, “Wait a minute, let’s stop this whole thing—stolen bikes? I mean, come on. We need a gallery; we need workshop space for our community.” So eventually in the very early ’70s, the Chicano artists of Logan Heights occupied both of those water tanks.

GREEN: When you say occupy, do you mean sat-in?

HERRERA: Kind of taken, sat-in and taken—you know, “This is ours …”

GREEN: And the police said, “Fine,” and moved on?

HERRERA: [laughs] That’s what they said; they had to say that. Yeah, they put chains on them and locks—I mean, the Chicanos—

GREEN: Were you part of that?

HERRERA: I came in after things were in place in 1972.

GREEN: And taught writing?

HERRERA: I came actually when they were still occupying those spaces. And there were beautiful gallery shows, amazing. Yeah, I did photography, I did Aztec dance, and then eventually I became the director of the place, which was interesting because I had no idea how to do that. But I’ve always been excellent at throwing myself at things that I’m totally scared about. [both laugh]

So that’s how that worked. But you know, what was beautiful in all this is how it felt; I was in this world that was vibrant, that had a lot of flavor, a lot of excitement, with my voice and the voices of my friends and the instruments and the guitars and the paintbrushes and the smells of paint and turpentine and talking among ourselves and having conversations and creating these images that no one, not even the painters, had ever seen before. And all of the sudden we were on this ship that we made ourselves, and that was the beauty of it, and that we were now taking it over to the community, in our ragtag world in our ragtag outfits in the ragtag fences in ragtag houses and ragtag community centers and ragtag occupied water tanks. There was something really, really beautiful about it. It was like reversing the whole thing; it was staking out our world and doing it, actually accomplishing it. And of course within that world there were these beautiful influences coming in and out: music, Latin America, revolution, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, the women’s movement—all those movements were all crisscrossing at the same time. And then what was going on in the community, in Logan Heights, where I had landed with my familia in ’56—all this was taking place on its own, involving many of the artists, too, the takeover of the park and the Neighborhood House—

GREEN: Chicano Park, you mean?

HERRERA: Chicano Park and the free clinic at the Neighborhood House, turned it into Chicano Clinic. And great people were involved like Laura Rodriguez, who stood in front of one of the bulldozers that was coming in to turn over the earth to prepare the land, a small plot of land at the bottom of the bridge to Coronado at the heart of Logan Heights. She stood in front of one of those bulldozers because she believed in turning that land into a park, and not a parking lot. She was 60 years old. She was on her way to the store to buy groceries and she saw this and said, “No, this is not right, I want to join this.” She said, “What are all these students and people talking about here?” It was a big commotion. And then she joined that and became a major figure and voice at that moment and decades to come. That occupied building is now the Laura Rodriguez Pediatric Clinic, part of the first Family Health Centers in San Diego County, a model for many more in the area.

GREEN: Do you think the Chicano movement was successful?

HERRERA: Many incredible social transformations took place. You know, the Chicano thing has turned into the Mexicano thing. There are more groups now. There are more currents now, let me put it that way. “Persona Mexicana” is a phrase that I think is used quite a bit—you know, “What do you call yourself?” “Oh, I’m a Persona Mexicana.” It’s not like, “Hey, I’m a hardcore Chicano, viva la raza, or I’m a Hispanic,” even though that’s also used—Hispanic, Latino, Mexicano, Mexican American, Persona Mexicana. But the Persona Mexicana is most common.

GREEN: And what does that mean?

HERRERA: Persona Mexicana means you speak Spanish, you’re from Mexico, you’re here to establish your family and to get an education and to get a good job and to work very hard. And that you are still Mexican.

GREEN: Is there a sense of assimilating into American culture?

HERRERA: Assimilation never really happened. It is more like a transformation. There are multiple ethnic, situational and national identities in flux, the border has dissolved. Middle class Mexicanos from Juarez going into El Paso and buying up the big houses, enrolling at UTEP, the Mexican working class laborer ending up in Napa, wine country, the Oaxacaqueño families in Watsonville working strawberries, or in Tillamook County, Oregon, working flower nurseries or here in Inlandia working inside casinos or in San Francisco, chefs of Sicilian fare at Café Sport, or in poetry slams, riffing poems with mariachi notes—all Latinas and Latinos. The Cinnamon Tsunami.

GREEN: So is there a risk of Chicano arts, as a movement, fading back?

HERRERA: If it stays the same, there’s a risk of fading back. But it’s also been transforming. You have Judy Baca from L.A. doing digital murals, for example. You have Mario Torero from San Diego who has an established gallery who worked very hard to get there, and Victor Ochoa from San Diego also has a gallery, worked very hard to get there. Yolanda López, still in the Bay Area, an amazing artist, worked very hard to get where she’s at. But things have changed; the murals have changed, been washed over, graffitied over, painted over, faded away, and the new art continues and different artists are here. In some cases they’re the generations of the previous artists. In many cases they’re just brand new self-invented artists doing amazing, beautiful work. So there’s not a monolithic group and it’s not a monolithic tradition. I think the original Chicano movement, if we can call it that—maybe I would say from ’64 through ’74, its peak—that has already taken place. It was already beautiful, and it can’t last forever. Surrealism didn’t last forever. Those artists had their time—1964 is a cool year because that’s the beginning of the United Farm Workers Movement. McFarland was one of the early strikes and perhaps the first major move by the United Farm Workers Union and the Filipino Workers Union coming together.

GREEN: Did your parents participate at all, or were they past being farm workers?

HERRERA: My parents were like the Tomás Rivera farm workers he writes about. Tomás Rivera writes about—who, as you know, was the first Chicano chancellor in this case of UC Riverside and the great pioneering novelist of And the Earth Did Not Devour Him, experimental novel, which came out in the early ’70s, and also an amazing poet. So he says in his interview with Juan Bruce-Novoa in a book called Inquiry by Interview, which is a collection of interviews of Chicano writers, one of the early books of its kind, and in that Tomás Rivera says, “I focused on the farm workers of the ’40s, because those were the years, the decade, when we were unprotected.” There were no protections, no policies, no laws; farm workers could be chewed up and spit out.

GREEN: And that was your parents?

HERRERA: Those were my parents. So that by the late ’50s and ’60s we were living downtown. We were no longer out in my dad’s little trailer that he made or his army truck. My father was born in 1882 and my mother was born in 1907, so my mother was born before the Mexican revolution and my father already had been around; he was in his early twenties by the time Pancho Villa started rockin’ the world. By the time the ’50s came they had already been working quite a bit. And my mother had worked also in San Francisco as a—she called herself a “salad girl”; she worked in the kitchen in the Saint Frances Hotel in Union Square in San Francisco, which is really cool. I can imagine those years, imagine the ’40s—it’s not the best job in the world for sure, but I can imagine strutting out of the Saint Frances Hotel, getting that cool fresh San Francisco air in Union Square, having a nice little meal, and then going to a small apartment. I mean, she wasn’t living the life of the elite, but she was in San Francisco; that’s got to be cool. Hard life, though.

GREEN: Every time I read your work or hear you talk about the past, there’s this sort of magical sense of culture and community and the simplicity that we’ve lost …

HERRERA: [laughs] I think it’s because, as they said in some folks songs, I pine for it; I pine for those moments. They were really good. Yet there were big problems.

GREEN: Did you like growing up as a kid, being migrant?

HERRERA: I liked growing up on the move. It was good.

GREEN: I heard you talk about, or read you write about, sleeping under the stars in that connection—

HERRERA: Yeah, in my children’s book Calling the Doves I mention that. It was utter simplicity, and it was extreme closeness with my mother and father, in particular my mother, because she was just such a great storyteller, and she spent all her time since day one with a tattered—which I still have—album of family photographs from the 1800s. And she liked photography, so we always took photos and added photos into it, from the little brownie camera my Uncle Roberto Quintana gave her—who I also talk about a lot, because he was a great pioneer. He was one of the radio theater pioneers of El Paso-Juárez which was kind of like the hot bed of Latino radio theater and performance in the ’30s, and it had a lot of people in that group that became international stars, like Tin-Tan and El Charrio Avitia. So I’ve always been moved by him. My other uncle …

from Rattle #44, Summer 2014

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September 29, 2014

A CONVERSATION WITH TROY JOLLIMORE

Claremont, California
October 21st, 2013

Troy Jollimore was born in Liverpool, Nova Scotia, and earned his Ph.D. in Philosophy from Princeton University. He has been an External Faculty Fellow at the Stanford Humanities Center, the Stanley P. Young Fellow in Poetry at the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and a Guggenheim Fellow. Jollimore’s philosophical writings frequently concern ethical issues connected to personal relationships. He is the author of On Loyalty (Routledge, 2012), Love’s Vision (Princeton University Press, 2011), and two collections of poems: At Lake Scugog (Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets, 2011) and Tom Thomson in Purgatory (Margie/Intuit House, 2006), which won the National Book Critics Circle Award for poetry. Jollimore’s poems have appeared in publications including the New Yorker, the Believer, McSweeney’s, and Poetry. He is also a frequent book reviewer, writing for the Washington Post, the Chicago Tribune, the San Francisco Chronicle, the Boston Globe, and the Boston Review, among others. He has lived in the U.S. since 1993 and is currently Professor of Philosophy at California State University, Chico.

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FOX: It is October 21st, 2013, and Tim Green and Daveen are with Heather Altfeld and poet and philosopher Troy Jollimore. Is it true that you are jolly more than most people?

 

JOLLIMORE: Oh, God. Decline to comment. [all laugh]

 

FOX: Okay. Do your parents understand your poems or your philosophy writings?

 

JOLLIMORE: [laughs] That’s a great question. I don’t worry too much about whether people understand my poems, whereas it’s nice when people understand the philosophy. I know that my parents have read my poems and they say that they like some of them. I often tell people not to worry about understanding poetry, mine or anyone’s. If it’s fun, it’s like a song that you like, right? It sounds good to you, it makes you want to dance, whatever—don’t worry about whether you understand it; just throw out your inhibitions and read.

 

FOX: Absolutely. I see your first book, which won a major prize, includes a long sonnet sequence. Are sonnets difficult for you to write, or easy?

 

JOLLIMORE: I don’t think they’re ever easy, but of course it depends on the writer. There is something natural about the form, and when I’m really in the groove—one of the reasons there are so many sonnets in that book is because I fell into a sonnet groove—it becomes easier. When I was in the middle of that sequence I found that almost every time I would have a poetic idea, it was already in pentameter. I was already looking for the sonnet form, just sort of naturally thinking in sonnets. And most of the ideas that were coming to me were just about the right size for a sonnet, which in a way isn’t surprising because one of the reasons the sonnet form has endured is because it’s just the right size for a certain capsule of thought. So I would never say it was easy, but a lot of them did happen pretty fast.

 

There were a few in that book, and a couple in the more recent book as well, that I wrote almost straight through, that I didn’t really have to go back and mess with. And then quite a number of others where I would write something which was initially close to a sonnet—not a sonnet yet but it didn’t take that much playing with and re-arranging; it was clear that’s what it wanted to be, and so I felt like the poem was helping me along, sort of telling me what it wanted me to do with it.

 

FOX: How do you know you’re in the groove? What does that feel like?

 

JOLLIMORE: I think you’re not really sure until afterwards. I think you can feel good about it at the time when you’re writing a lot, but it really isn’t until later, probably months later, that you look back at what you wrote. It’s like the middle of the night syndrome everybody talks about: You wake up in the middle of the night, you’ve got a brilliant poem in your head, you write it down, look at it in the morning—it’s terrible, just the worst. I’ve had cases where I wrote something that I thought was pretty hot and I was pretty excited about, and I’d look at it later and there wasn’t really anything there; it was actually pretty awkward and stilted, just not doing what I wanted it to do. So I think you don’t really know when you’re in the middle of it. You hope you are and then you find out later on.

 

FOX: Do you associate anything with getting into the groove, or does it just happen?

 

JOLLIMORE: I’ve had to think about this because, even though teaching writing is not my main gig, once every year and a half or two years I get to teach a writing workshop. So I’ve had to think about this because I want to know what to tell students, what advice to give them. And I haven’t found anything incredibly useful, nothing that is guaranteed to work, but there are things that you can do to make it more likely you’ll get in that special state. The writing-poetry-state is not quite like the normal state that we’re in most of the time. And you can do everything right, get all your ducks in a row and still not be able to get into it. And that’s one of the reasons people talk about inspiration, because you can’t just decide to be there; you’ve got to be visited by the muse.

 

And then the other thing I’ve found is that as far as what those ducks are that you have to get in a row, and what the row needs to look like, it is not only different for each person, which is bad enough, but for me at least it’s different for me at different times. The ducks are always different. So I will find a ritual, like a time of day, a certain spot, a certain coffee shop, a certain table if I can get it, and if not I sit there and I glare at the person who is sitting in my spot, until they move. [all laugh] Time of day, place—I can sit there and I know I’ll have an hour of good writing, and that’ll last for a month, maybe, and then I show up one day and it’s just gone. I’m at the right table, it’s the right time of day, but, you know, the sun is in a different place, different time of year … who knows? The spirit has fled. Something has changed, anyway, and now I need to find the next thing that works. So if you’re like me, a large part of your writing life is going to be this continual search, continually asking yourself, “What is it you need right now to get yourself in a state of inspiration?”

 

FOX: Yes.

 

JOLLIMORE: And it never ends. Unless you’re one of those lucky people, and there may be a few, for whom it’s always the same thing, same desk, same table, same time of day. If you’re one of those people you can take that energy and just put it toward writing, and that must be really nice to be that way. For the rest of us, it’s a constant search; it keeps changing. But there are things that make it likely to happen.

 

FOX: So you’re not one who says, “Sit down every morning at 9:00 a.m. and write for four hours no matter what?”

 

JOLLIMORE: No. [laughs] In so many ways, that is not me. A couple of years ago, at Chico State, where I teach, we had, in the course of the year, two poets whom I like very much come through and give talks. One of them is James Richardson, who I knew from Princeton—an amazing poet, finally starting to get the recognition he deserves. And the other was Jane Hirshfield, from here in California. And both of them during their visits were asked at some point by a student, “Do you think it’s important and necessary to write every day? Because we keep hearing that; people tell us you have to write every day.” And both of them responded pretty much the same way: “No,” they said, “that’s crazy! Why would you drive yourself crazy? That’s just too much.” There’s times when it’s good to do, if you can manage it. You’re not wasting your time. Even if you sit down for four hours and you don’t write anything good, you’re not wasting your time. You had to work stuff out during that time; you had to get bad stuff out of your system so the good stuff can come, whatever it is.

 

But there are times in your life, for most of us, where we can’t do that, and there are times I think when maybe we could if we really tried hard but we don’t feel like doing that. We feel it isn’t going to happen, that this is a time for refreshing, recharging the batteries and not a time for outputting something. And that’s okay. I think—again, different things work for different people. It may be that there are some people who will never really write a great poem or a really good book unless they write every day. If that’s what you have to do, then that’s what you should do. And hopefully you can figure that out about yourself. But I think for most of us, it’s more flexible than that; it’s a little more random.

 

FOX: I’d say the same—when the muse knocks, boy, answer the door and start writing, because she may not come back for a month … Tim knows; I might send him twelve poems in one day and nothing for five months.

 

JOLLIMORE: See, you should hold on to some of those poems and then sort of dole them out over time. Like, “Look, I’m constantly working!” [all laugh]

 

FOX: Well, you were talking about the Princeton poet who’s getting more recognized—

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, James Richardson.

 

FOX: Right, and yet you wrote in a poem, perhaps you were facetious, but that you were jealous of reading a good poem written by somebody else.

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, they’re both true. [all laugh] They’re both true. It’s the Gore Vidal quote—wasn’t it Gore Vidal who said, “Every time a friend succeeds, a little part of me dies”? I think everybody feels that to some degree, no matter how successful you are. And yet at the same time, I’m genuinely happy for my friends when they do good work, when they get recognized for their good work. We’re complicated people. I think we feel many things at once. There’s always some little part of me—because like most people I’m insecure, so every time a friend or someone that I know even succeeds there is a part of me saying, “God, he’s doing so much better than me; what’s happening; when’s the last time I got recognized in any way?” It’s dumb, it’s stupid that we have those thoughts, but we do. We’re human.

 

FOX: How do you deal with your insecurity?

 

JOLLIMORE: That’s a very pertinent question because, again, going back to teaching, one of the things that’s happened over the last few years as I’ve done these poetry workshops is I’ve found myself focusing more and more on the question of anxiety. There is so much anxiety connected with poetry, and the first thing, and maybe the last thing, that students or anybody trying to write needs to learn to deal with, is that poetry, no matter who you are, makes almost everybody nervous. That’s just our society. People are afraid of it; they’re afraid of getting it wrong and not understanding. And if you’re trying to write it’s even harder because you’re afraid of writing a bad poem, and if you do you’ll feel bad about yourself. That’s one of the first things I say to students, and I’ve actually taken now to saying it on the first day of classes: Give yourself permission to write bad poems. Everybody does. You think that the poets you love don’t, because you never see them, because they’re smart enough, they put it in a drawer. They keep it for a while, then they look at it and say, “Is this any good?” I mean, they might know it’s bad right away, that happens too. But if they don’t know if it’s bad right away, they hold onto it for a while to see if it’s bad, they check back again in a few months, and if it’s bad you never see it. And so we walk around thinking, “Oh, James Richardson never writes a bad poem.” I’m sure he’s written bad poems, but he hasn’t shown them to anybody. He’s smart that way. And that’s what we need to do.

 

And it’s very hard. It’s hard for me not to feel bad about myself when I write something and it’s not very good, it’s not working. I think, “If I were Paul Muldoon, this would be brilliant. There would be something amazing on this page right now after an hour’s effort instead of this, which is just really ugly and terrible. I should’ve just gone for a walk in this hour; I’ve wasted my time.” Maybe there are one in ten thousand poets who literally never write anything bad, everything off their pen is gold, but if that happens at all it’s got to be so ridiculously rare it’s not even worth thinking about. It’s like the three-year-old kids who can play piano like Mozart—it doesn’t matter. Their existence is not relevant to us. We’re ordinary humans, and so we have to deal with that.

 

FOX: It seems to me that one of the essential problems in life is finding truth, because we have all kinds of reasons for dissembling. How do you get to truth?

 

JOLLIMORE: Boy. How do I want to respond to that … As a philosopher, I’ve come to a view of the world and of human life that sees both of those things as incredibly complicated, so that to really get at the truth is very hard. I mean, there are banal true things that you can say but nobody cares. It’s hard to say something that is interesting, that isn’t something that we all already know or something that we’ve all heard. I’m not going to remember who said this but there is this great quote about fiction, that a great short story is about what everybody knows and nobody is talking about. Is that Raymond Carver? Anyway, I think there’s so much truth in that; an articulation of these things that we all know or have approached, or it’s passed through our mind but we haven’t managed to capture it and then somebody gets it in art, and there it is.

 

Some people think of poetry, or fiction, as a matter of creating something artificial purely out of the imagination, so that there’s no resemblance or correspondence or relationship with reality, and therefore it—the poem, the story, whatever—doesn’t have to be true in any sense. But that can’t be right. I mean, it’s a fiction in some important sense, but I think that fiction better have some truth in it; it better get something right; we better read that short story and recognize that character or think, “Yes, that’s what it’s like,” or we better read that poem and say, “I’ve had that experience,” or “I could have that experience; I could imagine; that must be just what it’s like to have that experience even though I’ve never had it myself.” And that’s a question of truth, it’s a question of accuracy; you’ve got to get the world right. Otherwise, you know, if I tell somebody, “This is what it’s like to be someone who fought in the Crimean War,” and in fact that’s nothing like what it was like to fight in the Crimean War, I haven’t done anybody a service. I’ve just wasted people’s time.

 

FOX: I think about the truest truth, and by that I mean not only true, meaning accurate, but it’s important, it’s deep …

 

JOLLIMORE: That’s the interesting part, right? It’s got to be true and interesting.

 

FOX: Exactly.

 

JOLLIMORE: And that’s the hardest thing. That’s why most of us struggle to make art.

 

FOX: So how do you teach that?

 

JOLLIMORE: It is a funny thing to be a writing teacher. Because, of course—I mean I really believe, and I think most other writers believe, that despite the fact that we as writers have done it, we don’t really know how to do it. It’s not like being a surgeon. A surgeon knows how to perform an operation and they can describe the steps and so on but if I say, “How do you write a poem?” beyond the sort of bare, “Well, you get your pen and your paper, or your laptop, or whatever, and you sort of sit there until something great happens,” it’s hard to say anything intelligent because there’s no formula. I’ve probably said this too many times because I like it a lot but I think it’s true: I got to take a couple classes with Paul Muldoon when I was in grad school and one of the things he said that really stuck with me was “Every time I finish a poem I feel elated because I wrote another poem and I feel terrified because I think to myself, ‘It might be the last one.’” [Fox laughs] Because I don’t know how to do this, right? He said, “What I know is how to write the poem I’ve just written, but I can’t write that one again. What I don’t know is how to write the next one.”

 

So as a teacher of writing, all I can do is talk about my experiences, things that have worked for me, things that they might try that might help them and might not. And in context, I think that’s most of what teachers can do. And I’ve known some really good ones. I think about Paul, who really was great at getting those ideas across and getting us comfortable with the idea that the poem writes itself; you’re just there as the conduit. You’ve got to listen to the poem: What does it want to be? Don’t try to make it a sonnet if it doesn’t want to be a sonnet; if it wants something else, let it be something else.

 

FOX: It seems to me that’s a difficult idea for relatively inexperienced poets to understand.

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah. They want to feel—I mean, we’re often taught to feel—that we’re the creators, so we’re in charge and we can make the artwork do anything that we want it to do. I don’t feel that I have many lessons for people, but this is one, and it’s a good one, and it’s important that this gets passed on to people who want to write. I don’t want to underestimate the writer’s creative role; obviously the poem’s not going to happen without the writer. The writer is necessary, but he’s not necessarily in control. You might or might not take this literally—I know people that do and I know people that don’t. I know people who really believe in the quite literal existence of the muses, and it’s something divine or something like that and they really think the poem’s coming from somewhere outside them. Or I know other people who think, well, it’s just coming from your unconscious, right? But it doesn’t matter; the back story, the metaphysics of it, doesn’t really matter. What’s important is to have the attitude that the poem, in all relevant respects, is coming from somewhere else and you are just going to channel it; you’re going to be a kind of midwife. And your role is to be sensitive, be kind of a medium who can hear those things and invite them in and in they come and they happen and you help guide it into the world. So you listen to it and say, “What do you want? What are you trying to be?” Not to try to force it. You know, you might sit down one day and want to write a nature poem. You give yourself that assignment and you end up writing a poem that has nothing to do with nature but it’s still a good poem. Or you’re trying to write a sonnet and it turns out it’s free verse; it’s something you weren’t expecting. But it’s a good poem, it’s just not the target you thought you were aiming at.

 

I always tell my students, “If you get a decent poem out of it, it’s a good day, and even if it wasn’t the assignment you gave yourself, it doesn’t matter. Don’t beat yourself up about that. You wrote a poem. Take yourself out for a drink; congratulate yourself. You wrote a poem.” The nice thing about assignments and forms and all that, and subjects even, is just that, well, they can get you writing. You’re not staring at a blank page saying, “I want to write a poem.” What are you going to do with that? There’s no content there at all. So you say, “I’ll write about nature; I’ll write about my relationship with my mother; I’ll write a sonnet about my dog,” whatever it is, and it gets you started. And then it changes, because you hook onto something that’s in the ethosphere somewhere and you’re starting to write and it may have nothing to do with what you’re trying to write about—you let it be what it is, you’ll surprise yourself.

 

FOX: I think you have a truest truth there. You channel it—I mean, sometimes I look at something I wrote months or years ago and I say, “Wow, that’s really good,” and then I say, “I can’t possibly write that well.” Not possible! [Jollimore laughs]

 

JOLLIMORE: That’s right. That’s how you feel about the poems that really stay with you, your best ones: “I couldn’t have done that.” And in some sense you didn’t do that. But you did, and you get to put your name on it. For the rest of your life, it’s your poem. It came into the world through you. It’s your poem. But yeah, how did I do that? You have no idea.

 

FOX: Who are some of your favorite poets?

 

JOLLIMORE: Lately I’m reading Craig Arnold, Ciaran Carson, Linda Gregerson, Carl Phillips, Dean Young, Jane Kenyon, Weldon Kees, August Kleinzahler … It’s a different list every time you get asked. But there are some people who are always on the list: Paul Muldoon, Kenneth Koch, Robert Hass, John Berryman … Berryman has been a huge influence on me—the more I read him the deeper and richer and the more human he gets. He’s fantastic. It’s funny about Berryman—talking about insecurity, I was just saying to somebody the other day that Berryman worried his whole life that he would be forgotten and Robert Lowell was the poet of his generation that would be remembered, and he always felt like he was second fiddle to Lowell, and I think now 70, 80 percent of the poets you ask would say, “No, Berryman interests me more than Lowell.” Or Berryman moves people more. Lowell’s great—he’s amazing; he did amazing things, but Berryman is the guy that you feel like “I’ve met this guy,” or “I could have a drink with this guy,” whatever it is. He’s so human, and I think so far ahead of his time, whereas Lowell looks a little bit aged in a way—he’s of his era, and Berryman feels like he wrote these poems yesterday. So I think he’s incredible—The Dream Songs, in particular, and also his sonnets.

 

FOX: You talked about his concern with being remembered—I remember clearly when Daveen and I were with Father Daniel Berrigan, and I asked him, “What would you like to be remembered for?” and he said, “Alan, that’s not important. It’s the work that’s important.” What would you say about that?

 

JOLLIMORE: I’ll say the same thing he said! [all laugh] I’m not going to come up with a better answer than that. No, it’s hard. I would like to be remembered; I would like to be read in my own time—I don’t know, you hope for all those things.

 

FOX: What difference does it really make? There are fifteen thousand books published on Abraham Lincoln. He’s dead. So what?

 

JOLLIMORE: That’s right. So what? Yeah. No, absolutely, there’s no—was it Galbraith who said this or John Maynard Keynes? They were talking about long-term thinking and they said, “Well, in the long run, we’re all dead.”

 

FOX: Right, Keynes.

 

JOLLIMORE: Well, there’s a truth to that. There’s part of me, though I know that it’s the judgment of history that in some sense really determines literary worth, that would rather be read now. I mean, you get to enjoy it; you’re around to meet your readers. It would be nice to be one of those forgotten poets. I mean, you look at people that won the Pulitzer Prize a few decades ago and in most cases you haven’t heard of them. They were a big deal at the time; everyone talked about them; they were amazing—now nobody knows them. It would be nice to be one of those people even if nobody remembers. How egoistic is it to be concerned with the idea that in a hundred years from now when I’m dead people will be reading my books or not? It doesn’t really matter. And then, on the other hand, there’s part of me that still thinks it does. It’s a funny thing—none of these ideas about what matters hold together if you pursue it far enough; you end in absurdity no matter which path you take, right? “Well, that can’t matter because this, that can’t matter because of that,” and ultimately, I don’t know what matters. And so I don’t know what I want. And I’m a philosopher! But you don’t want to feel like you’re writing in a void. You don’t want to feel like you’re not reaching anybody.

 

FOX: Well, Emily Dickinson?

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, I mean, it would be great to be Emily Dickinson—so she had no idea, she never got to enjoy it, but still, who wouldn’t want to be Emily Dickinson? But there again, it was really the work that mattered, because it’s not so much that she’s read now, it’s what she wrote. Who wouldn’t want to have written those poems?

 

FOX: Yes.

 

JOLLIMORE: So there it would be the work that matters.

 

FOX: Let’s talk about philosophy. Why don’t you assume you’re talking to a philosophy philistine. My question is, because you’ve had this extensive education and thinking and reading and all that good stuff, you got a two-minute shot at me—what do you want me to know about philosophy?

 

JOLLIMORE: [laughs] What do I want you know about it …

 

FOX: If anything! [both laugh]

 

JOLLIMORE: I want you to know everything about it …

 

FOX: For that I’ll give you three minutes. [Jollimore laughs]

 

JOLLIMORE: There’s part of me that resists the question, but only in the sense that it makes it kind of about content, whereas what I really want people to do, what I want my students to do in some way—this is a very Thoreau thing to say, but I want them to live philosophically. Rather than knowing the work of any particular philosopher—although there’s plenty of great philosophers out there that I think really enrich people’s lives—I would like them to live in a way that asks questions and that involves self-reflection and self-criticism. It’s the practice of looking at yourself and saying, “Why is it that I believe the things I believe? Where did that come from?” And once I realize where they came from, do I still believe them? Are they still that plausible, or am I seeing I just think them because my father thought them, or I just think that because my father thought the opposite, which in some cases happens? Whatever it is, you just get it from your culture; you absorb it. And part of the value of reading the great philosophers is that it helps you with that. The better you get at argumentation and the more ideas you assimilate, the more of Western intellectual history you absorb, the more possible it is for you to look at your own place in that history and say, “Okay, I see now why I believe the stuff I do. I see where it came from. I’ve had this idea in my head and it almost felt like my idea because it was always there but I know now where it came from.”

 

When we talk about John Locke, and Locke’s political ideas, in our philosophy classroom, I always have students put up their hands and say, “Well, you know, this guy wasn’t so smart. Everything he’s writing’s so obvious!” You know, the government should work for the people—well, duh. [laughs] And I have to try to explain that it seems obvious to us because he wrote this and he argued for it, he convinced people, and it got passed along and we grew up in the world that he made. So sure, it seems like common sense to us, but when he wrote it some people wanted to burn him at the stake for it. It wasn’t obvious to people then; they were radical ideas. So the more you can learn about your ideas, especially I think the ones that seem like common sense to you, but which in fact, when they first originated, were radical new ideas, the better you know yourself, obviously. And the better able you are to separate yourself from those and say, “Here are the ones I really actually believe, the ones I’m going to embrace and really endorse; and here are the ones I can do without or I’m not sure that’s really part of me, the ideas that have just been foisted onto me by my tradition, so that I’m not really sure whether or not they’re true.”

 

FOX: And if your students went out and did exactly that, do you think that they would be more moral in the sense of empathetic, caring about others, rather than being entirely self-absorbed?

 

JOLLIMORE: I think so, in general. There’s no guarantee, certainly, and some very cultured, educated, philosophical, sophisticated people have done terrible things, so it’s anything but a guarantee. I do think that in general both philosophy and any sort of creative or imaginative literature—I think philosophy actually has a lot in common with poetry and fiction and so on—they take us out of our minds and into those of other people and so we get better at empathizing; we get better at imagining. And that’s more than the first step towards empathy, it’s a large part of it. It’s knowing or being able to imagine what it’s really like to be somebody else, maybe a person who, until you found yourself able to imagine them from the inside, was someone you saw as a threat or an enemy, somebody you were willing to ignore or have deported or thrown in jail or whatever it was. It’s largely a matter of factual knowledge; they need that, but it’s also imagined knowledge, fictional knowledge, if we can speak of such a thing. And I think we can. I think all of those develop the mind in a way that takes you out of yourself. It makes you less self-involved. I think it makes you happier, too, actually—self-involvement is not a good strategy for happiness. People pursue it as if it were, but it’s not.

 

FOX: Absolutely. I’m in the world of big business a lot and my reaction is that most out there, notably including very large companies, are as immoral as they can get away with.

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, there’s a lot of that.

 

FOX: Which is disappointing. I mean, they seem to worship the god of money and no other god, and that’s it.

 

JOLLIMORE: Yes. Which among other things is just a colossal failure of the imagination, I think. It’s not just a failure of morality, though it’s closely intertwined, but not being able to imagine that there is any other value than money is … I mean, money is so boring. [Fox laughs] You can buy some great things with it, but in itself it’s so boring, and there’s so much else in life. It’s shocking to me how many people—I’m thinking of my students in another context as well—they only seem to be able to imagine that far; they think about the money.

 

Heather had an example—we’ve talked about this, she has a—[speaking to Heather] I hope this is okay to say, I can talk about your group of business students? This won’t come out until after you’re, you know … [laughs] and I’m sure most of them don’t read Rattle, so it should be okay. [laughs] Heather has a group this semester of students in her freshman comp class who are mostly business students and she asked them why they wanted a business degree and they said, “Well, to make money,” and so she asked them, “Okay, what are you going to do with that money?” Well they couldn’t go any further. Other than the most banal of answers—“I want a nice car”—they couldn’t say why they wanted it. And they didn’t care about the means for getting it. They couldn’t say, “I want to get into this kind of business because I care about it,” or “I want to tune pianos because that’s what my father did,” or “I want a tanning salon,” or whatever—I mean, at least it would be something with content, even if it were shallow. They didn’t even have that; they didn’t have anything. They just wanted the money, because society says that’s what we should want. They just thought they wanted to maximize that number, and that’s all it is; it’s a number. I mean, you can do things with it: you can go on vacation, you can travel. You can help people. You can publish poetry! But if there’s nothing in your head, you’re not really going to enjoy travel—where are you going to go that’s going to be very interesting? You’ve got nothing to think about. It’s disappointing, people who—I mean, I feel bad for them. I also feel bad for us, because the people who have money and no imagination are doing such bad things to the world, but I feel bad for them, too. They’re missing out on such richness.

 

FOX: To play devil’s advocate though, maybe they don’t have your capacity to understand much and they live on a relatively superficial level and they’re doing the best they can.

 

JOLLIMORE: [laughs] Yeah … I doubt it. [Fox laughs] I do, I do doubt it. There may be a few out there who really are doing the best they can. I think human beings are capable of a lot more than they generally—I should have said “we” because we’re all complicit in this; we are all capable of more than we do, using our imaginations better, using our time more wisely, just living richer lives. I think what human beings are capable of is actually quite incredible. I think that from the very beginning people in this culture get the message that you don’t have to strive so hard for that, you don’t have to worry about that, just feed into the big machine, be a cog, and everything will flow smoothly. It’s a shame they get that message; it’s the opposite of the message they should be getting.

 

FOX: Yep. Alright, you’ve written a book on love. What’s the elevator talk on love? We meet on an elevator and we’re going up to the tenth floor and I want to know everything I should know about love.

 

JOLLIMORE: [laughs] Oh here we go again, everything you should know!

 

FOX: I want you to be the Cliffs Notes on love.

 

JOLLIMORE: Boy. [laughs] Okay, here’s the really short answer to that question, and then a slightly less short answer. I had an advisor in grad school who had written on love. He was a very smart guy whom I respect and admire very much, but at the time I thought that almost everything he had to say about love was just completely wrong! I no longer think that, by the way—I mean, we still have some fundamental disagreements, but I’m much more sympathetic to a lot of his view now than I was at that point. But back then, I thought he was completely wrong, and I wanted to write a book about why he was wrong.

 

The crux of his view was that when we love people, it has nothing to do with having reasons for it. You never love somebody for a reason: because they’re funny or because they’re beautiful or anything like that. There’s just nothing to be said, so the proper answer, if somebody asks, “Why do you love Heather?” would be, “That’s silly; it’s not for any reason. I just do.” And I think that’s totally wrong. Or at least at the time I thought it was totally wrong. Now I think … well, that gets complicated.

 

But in my view it seems obvious that we often do give reasons, that we do love people for reasons. I mean, you don’t want to take this too far. I can never prove to you, for instance, that you should love somebody. I might list all of a person’s good qualities, what makes them attractive and so on, and you might look at the list and at the end of the day say, “I agree with you; she has all those qualities. I still feel nothing.” And that is true. That’s how human psychology works; that can and does happen. So if there are reasons for love, then the way that they work must not be the same as the way a lot of other reasons work. In a lot of cases I could actually prove that you—it’s hard to have proofs with emotions, but at least with actions or beliefs, that type of thing, I can say, “Here’s a compelling argument that you should think this, or that you should do that.” I can prove to you that somebody is an American citizen, through certain documentation of her being an American citizen, or that someone has a certain medical condition, by examining the medical evidence. And I may not be able to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that somebody is a good person, but I can normally give you a lot of evidence for that, too, if it’s true; I can give you a pretty compelling argument, and that would give you reason to think certain things, and reason to act in certain ways toward her. So reasons for love, whatever they are, must work differently than those. Nonetheless, I thought that there were reasons. And so the project of the book was trying to figure out how there could be reasons and how they did work. So that’s what the book is about.

 

FOX: Alright, well, suppose I said that love is basically a projection. You know, I’m projecting on Daveen …

 

JOLLIMORE: What you want, what you want to see.

 

 

FOX: Yeah …

 

JOLLIMORE: Right, that’s the Stendhal view, right? What he says about the “crystallization.”

 

FOX: When we met, she was working in a shop and I went into the shop, saw her out of the corner of my eye, said “Whoa!” I don’t think that’s rational.

 

JOLLIMORE: Well, but you wouldn’t have said that about just anyone. You wouldn’t have said it about a hamburger or a houseplant. You did have your reasons; you were responding to what you saw. Still, it’s not totally rational, you’re right. [both laugh] Nothing personal! And in particular—and this is one of the places where I came around more to Harry’s view—I started off disagreeing with him on everything, but I ended up accepting his part of the view that says that the explanation of why we love the people we do is often quite irrational, or it just has nothing to do with reasons—or reasons only in the sense of causes. There are causes—you know, “I happened to meet this certain person at a certain time; they happened to fulfill a certain psychological need I have,” or whatever it was. Those things aren’t necessarily about having reasons in the strong justifying sense, and I think that’s right. We have reason to love whom we love, but that doesn’t mean that you couldn’t possibly have loved anyone else (had you, say, met them at a different point in time), and it certainly doesn’t mean that you would have been irrational if you had failed to come to love them.

 

One of the tricky things about the idea of having reasons to love someone is that pretty much anything you can say about the person to explain that love can also be said about other people. Like if I say, “I love her because she’s beautiful and funny,” you can come along and say, “Here’s somebody else who’s beautiful and funny; I don’t love her.”

 

FOX: Good point.

 

JOLLIMORE: And so I really spend a lot of time in the book explaining why it is that despite that I still think it’s true that we can say things like “I love her because she’s beautiful and funny,” and that turns out to be a very complicated story. But I do think ultimately that is true, but at the same time, I do think that, as reflective people, if we do really think about it we do realize that we could’ve been with somebody else had things gone differently—“I love this person because of all the wonderful things about her but had things gone differently, I could’ve been with that person instead, maybe; she also had many wonderful things about her.” That’s life. There’s a lot of chance and arbitrariness in life.

 

FOX: Did you find any difference between—many people write about conditional and unconditional love. Is that …

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, I’m skeptical about the idea of unconditional love—

 

FOX: [to Daveen] Ha! [to Jollimore] Go right ahead! [all laugh]

 

JOLLIMORE: I’m glad I gave the right answer. [laughs]

 

DAVEEN: Not yet! [all laugh]

 

JOLLIMORE: The reaction I find myself having when I really think about genuinely unconditional love is that I wouldn’t want to be loved unconditionally, because it would almost have nothing to do with me. I think what we really want is strong love that it would take a whole lot to threaten. Like if somebody said to me, “I love you but if you change your hairstyle I won’t love you anymore,” that’s no good. That’s not nearly stable enough. So I want somebody who’s going to stay by me and continue to love me even through some pretty radical changes that I might undergo. But if somebody said to me, and really meant it, “I would love you no matter what. I would love you if you became a Nazi, if you became a child murderer and just went around killing children randomly—I would still love you,” I would think, “Well, that’s terrifying.” I don’t want to be loved that way. It’s unconditional but I don’t want to be loved unconditionally, partly because—Freud said this, actually, that part of why being loved is valuable is because you feel like you’re being seen as worthy of it; this person admires you, they see these positive things about you. If someone said, “I would love you no matter how awful you became,” then suddenly the love is worth less. You’d say, “Wait a minute, no, I want you to love me because I’m wonderful, and I want you to keep loving me even if some pretty bad things happen, but I don’t want you to love me no matter what I am.” I mean, what good is your love if it’s just sort of a brute attachment? So I agree with Freud that I wouldn’t want to be loved that way.

 

FOX: There’s a movie, Carnal Knowledge, that starts with a black screen and two guys are talking and one says, “Is it better to love or be loved?” How would you answer that?

 

JOLLIMORE: Are we asking if I had to live a whole life with only one or the other, or just …

 

FOX: No, just a preference.

 

JOLLIMORE: They’re both pretty great … it’s really hard. There is something about—I don’t know, this is such a romantic teenager thing to say, and it probably depends on when you ask me, but tonight I’ll be the romantic teenager and I’ll say that there is something great about loving that energizes your life, even if the other person doesn’t love you back or doesn’t know you exist or whatever. Unrequited love has been the subject of so many wonderful literary texts and works and so many pop songs. I would hate to lose the capacity for love, so I suppose if that were the question, you had to either lose the capacity to love or keep it but go through the rest of your life and no one will ever love you, I think I’d keep the capacity to love, as painful as that would be. Because I’d still be me, at least, in that case. I think the capacity to love is a pretty deep part of who a person is.

 

FOX: I agree with you, so you must be right. [Jollimore laughs]

 

JOLLIMORE: That is always the test, right? [laughs]

 

FOX: Of course! I have two favorite definitions of love, and I appreciate your commenting. One is “Love is what you do for each other.”

 

JOLLIMORE: It’s nice; there’s a lot of truth in it. Some people have complained that my view of love concentrates too much on vision and on belief and on things we think but not enough on what we do, or, to go even deeper, on what we are. And I wouldn’t want to say that it isn’t important. There are ways of behaving which would disqualify a person’s claim to love somebody, so he might say, “I love her,” but when you look at how he’s treating her, it’s apparent that he actually doesn’t. And so if nothing else, at the very least, certain forms of behavior are necessary minimal conditions for love.

 

FOX: My favorite definition is—I’ve read three translations of Rainier Maria Rilke and the one I like is: “Love is when two solitudes know and touch and protect each other.”

 

JOLLIMORE: Yeah, that’s really nice. There’s a lot of stuff in Proust about the inner life of the person and how love is the desire to somehow touch that inner light, which we know is impossible. Each of us has his own consciousness, his own perspective on reality; we can never literally become another person or touch another person in that metaphysical sense. But we constantly strive to approach, to touch. I love that quote too; it’s beautiful. We’re always striving to do the impossible, to somehow get outside of ourselves and transcend what we are and make that direct contact with another human being and our whole lives are sort of the effort to get as close as we can, and they end in failure. That’s life. You still try.

 

FOX: Tim?

 

GREEN: Well, I know you write love poems. I saw on YouTube you introduced a poem as a love poem, anyway. And this is the love poem’s issue that we’re doing—all love. So how do you write a love poem?

 

JOLLIMORE: The challenge, of course, is that you feel like it’s been approached by every possible angle, so where do you start, to make it new? And of course it’s one of those subjects that I think we often do feel has been totally depleted and therefore it’s impossible to write it, until somebody comes along and writes a good love poem that is new and different, and you look at it and say, “Wow,” you know, “Where did that come from?” One of my favorite love poems in recent years is by Paul Muldoon in his book called Hay—it’s called “Long Finish.” Really, really lovely poem, very moving. Dean Young has got a couple poems in his book Fall Higher that are love poems, and a lot of his poems could be considered love poems. I mean, he’s hard to classify; it’s hard to say, “This is a this poem.” Some of his poems are clearly elegies, some are clearly odes; beyond that it’s hard to say, but I think some of them can be considered love poems, and every time Dean writes a poem about anything you think, “Wow, nobody would have ever thought to do it that way before Dean.”

 

So he can do it; there’s poets who manage it. But the love poem is certainly a particularly knotty challenge—knotty k-n-o-t-t-y, although it can be naughty as well—because they’ve been done so much; their ground has been so thoroughly planted and harvested that it’s one of the few types I’m not sure I ever actually set out to write. It really is the sort of thing where I’m writing something I have quite other intentions for, and I realize at a certain point, “This is going to be a love poem; this is what it wants to be.” I have written poems I consider to be love poems.

 

But no, I never set out to write them—unlike political poems, which I do sometimes set out to write and then I almost never do because they’re so hard. You know, people ask me, “Why don’t you write political poems; don’t you care about politics?” And of course the answer is I really care and I really would like to. They’re just so hard. It’s not that I haven’t tried to write them, it’s just you’re not in control of what you write.

 

GREEN: Why are political poems so hard, though?

 

JOLLIMORE: Partly it’s the same thing again, that they’ve been approached by many angles. I think partly because with a political poem there’s almost inevitably an element of preaching to the converted, which is very difficult. I mean, the people who know those are good values are already on my side; the people that don’t think they’re good values aren’t going to be convinced by my siding up with good values. It’s the same reason it’s hard to do protest music that really lasts. It can be really good in the moment, at an event, like when Bob Dylan—well, that’s actually a terrible example because I think “Blowin’ in the Wind” is still a great song, but some of Bob Dylan’s songs, or Pete Seeger’s—I’d love to be able to come up with a specific example—I think at the time those songs energized people in an amazing way, but they were so much of their time that even a year later, yet alone 10 or 20 or 30 years, we wouldn’t really go back and listen to them. Their time is gone. So there’s a real challenge with a political poem not to have it so timely that it’s time-bound. And I think part of that is again because they have a certain function and it is maybe just to energize people and to get people into a community, and that’s all great stuff, but when those functions are sort of fulfilled, what’s left is not a poem. It’s not really doing what a poem is supposed to do.

 

GREEN: So what is the function of a poem?

 

FOX: [laughing] Ah!

 

JOLLIMORE: What is the function of poetry? [laughs] I don’t think of it in terms of function. What’s the function of a pop song? You like it; you listen to it; it sounds good. What’s the function of a good meal? You could say, anything that has nutritional value, but that’s the false virtuous answer—you can get nutrition from something that doesn’t taste good at all. You can say you get pleasure, but I don’t think that’s the function; I just think that’s what I like about poems, that they give pleasure. And I do think one of the wonderful things about poems—I mean, we’ve been talking a lot about what makes them hard to write, why they’re so hard and so on, but one good thing about poems which makes it easier to write is that there is no one thing they have to do. You can start off writing a poem you think is going to make people cry and it turns out to be really funny and it makes people laugh and you don’t have to throw it away; you can say, “Okay, great, I wrote something that makes people laugh, that works too. I wrote something that sticks in somebody’s mind for whatever reason, that makes them think about it and recite lines back to themselves and want to go back and read the poem again. Great.” There’s many different ways a poem can accomplish that and I think all of them are valid. What are poems for? They exist to enrich our lives. I mean, imagine life without music and without poetry, and no stories, no films—it would be pretty dreadful and boring. Art is here to make things more interesting; it’s here to enrich our lives.

 

FOX: I think that’s a good place to end, actually.

from Rattle #43, Spring 2014
Tribute to Love Poems

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August 19, 2014

A CONVERSATION BETWEEN YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA AND ALAN FOX

November 28, 1997

Yusef Komunyakaa was born in Bogalusa, Louisiana, where he was raised during the beginning of the Civil Rights movement. He served in the United States Army from 1969 to 1970 as a correspondent, and as managing editor of the Southern Cross during the Vietnam war, earning him a Bronze Star. Komunyakaa first received wide recognition following the 1984 publication of Copacetic, a collection of poems built from colloquial speech which demonstrated his incorporation of jazz influences. He followed the book with two others: I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head (1986), winner of the San Francisco Poetry Center Award; and Dien Cai Dau (1988), which won The Dark Room Poetry Prize. Since then, he has published several books of poems, including Neon Vernacular: New & Selected Poems 1977-1989 (1994), for which he received the Pulitzer Prize and the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award. Komunyakaa is the recipient of the 2011 Wallace Stevens Award, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, the William Faulkner Prize from the Université de Rennes, the Thomas Forcade Award, the Hanes Poetry Prize, fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, the Louisiana Arts Council, and the National Endowment for the Arts. He was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 1999. He has taught at University of New Orleans, Indiana University, as a professor in the Council of Humanities and Creative Writing Program at Princeton University. He lives in New York City where he is currently Distinguished Senior Poet in New York University’s graduate creative writing program.

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FOX: Who do you see as the audience for your work?

KOMUNYAKAA: Initially, of course, I write for myself. I think most authors do, but in giving readings throughout the United States it’s quite open, so I’m willing to keep surprising myself. I don’t specifically write for a single individual in mind. I basically deal with images. The poet deals with images, metaphors and language like it’s music. Consequently, it has a possibility of connecting to a variety of people.

FOX: When you give readings is there any generalization as to the type of audience or response or the type of your poetry they respond to?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, it’s quite varied. Young and old, educated, unlettered. There’s a whole spectrum, I think, and I’m quite blessed, perhaps, in that sense. It becomes a challenge for me as a writer to connect to those various communities and conjure some emotional intersection.

FOX: Do you find that the poetry audience has changed over the past ten or twenty years in the United States?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think there are more readings and people are aware of the oral tradition and poetry’s connection to that tradition. Not as entertainment but as a place of, at least you could say, a place of meditation. There are readings all over the place from bars to University centers and art centers, that’s healthy actually, but its not confined to one location or one intellectual group as such, but essentially it parallels a democratic tableau. And in that sense, one thinks about William Carlos Williams’ idea about achieving an American idiom. I think that’s important. But one also thinks, of course, of Whitman, Whitman’s need for a democratic premise operating in the language, underlying each metaphor.

FOX: Some people find a distinction between what they refer to as academic poetry and the poetry of the street. I see you smiling.

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, I don’t really see a distinctive difference. I feel the poet has to be aware of what’s around him or her. So I think that involves the academic arena as well as the so-called streets. I think it’s all one, part of human experience. I think that it all merges, that it overlaps, that we tend to create at least psychological bridges between those places and that’s a voice that we risk in poetry. I think that’s the reason Plato questioned the service of the poet in his ideal republic. We trouble the waters, we tend to pose questions, and perhaps poets are really the active philosophers in this time and age. Of course we’re, hopefully, but not necessarily, attempting to answer questions as much as posing questions, where the listener or the reader provide the answers through a process of elimination, through deductive logic.

FOX: When did you start writing poetry?

KOMUNYAKAA: I wrote my very first poem in high school. I found myself raising my hand saying that I could write a poem for my graduating class and I agonized about that for weeks before I actually pinned myself down to the chair and produced 100 lines, 25 traditional rhymed quatrains, perhaps influenced by Tennyson or Longfellow. It was quite a surprise for me. Then when I went to Vietnam I took with me two anthologies of poetry, Hayden Carruth’s Anthology entitled, The Voice That Is Great Within Us, and then Allen’s Anthology, Contemporary American Poetry. So I’d read poetry for the most part. When I attended the University of Colorado, I found myself in a creative writing class in 1973, and I’ve been writing ever since.

FOX: What encouraged you? What made you stick with it?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, I tend to think that one has to have a need in order to do what one does.

FOX: How?

KOMUNYAKAA: I had the need to write but, also, I received some positive encouragement early on from Dr. Alex Blackburn, who was my first creative writing teacher at the University of Colorado in Colorado Springs. I really think that poetry has, or art itself, has to have surprises. First it has to surprise the person who’s creating it in order to surprise the audience.

FOX: One winner of the Nobel Prize for literature was asked by the media what he thought about winning the Nobel Prize and he said, “I don’t know, I haven’t written about it yet.” Is that what you’re talking about?

KOMUNYAKAA: Yes, I think that’s the positive energy that comes out of that experience, that meditation on possibility. That’s really what the poem is. That’s a plus sometimes. I laugh out loud. Damn, where did that come from, but besides the matrix of surprises, engagement, evolution, all of this becomes a composite.

FOX: As a writer, how do you know that you’re a poet and not a novelist or a short story writer or all of these?

KOMUNYAKAA: It’s the form of the poem, the aesthetic. However some novelists have started off as poets. Faulkner poems are not as interesting, of course, as his novels. But I think it’s interesting that he did start off as a poet. Or look at Tennessee Williams’ work as poetry. His poetry, of course, isn’t as provocative as his plays. Amiri Baraka started off as a poet, long before he wrote The Dutchman. Baraka says that every poet should be a playwright. In a way I’m drifting towards plays myself. I read a whole lot of literature, of course, especially short stories, novels. I like reading plays as much as seeing plays produced.

FOX: How do you go about teaching poetry?

KOMUNYAKAA: First, I do believe that the young writer has to have some idea about the tradition in order to become innovative. So I end up teaching literature as well as Creative Writing. I do think that writing is intricately connected to reading, so automatically I help students compile their individual reading lists. And I tell them it’s not just reading literature as well as reading a science text, philosophy, history, psychology, anthropology, everything. I do think that one has to have a work habit as well. He or she should write every day, so I talk about that. I talk about my method of composition, not dictate it to them. I tell them they must choose their method of composition. I tell them I write everything down, and then I systematically go back and revise. Revision is so important. Revision basically means to re-see. So I talk about that, the ability to come back to the poem again and again to refine it into, not necessarily an artifact as such, but something that is in motion, something that has action as part of its dynamic. And I tell them, don’t be afraid to surprise themselves.

FOX: That’s a very good point. Do you have any source of inspiration for young poets?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think everything around them should be a source of inspiration. If we are really engaged with the world, it can be the small things, those things that we think of as insignificant. It can be a meditation on something as basic as a maggot, which I have a short poem about. Usually many poets start out with those grand abstractions—victory, truth. I tell them, yes they can wrestle with those grand abstractions, but don’t be afraid to face the world that they can put their hands on.

FOX: Who are some of your favorite authors.

KOMUNYAKAA: Oh, it goes and goes, [laughs] but I usually say Robert Hayden is a very important voice for me. Gwendolyn Brooks is important. Michael Harper, Whitman, Blake is important. I tend to go back to Shakespeare and especially since he had such an intense, monumental imagination. I admire that. And also he was able to put his fingers on some things that were quite contemporary. Elizabeth Bishop is important. I can go on and on. So many voices: C.K. Williams, Charles Wright, Pablo Neruda, Pushkin.

FOX: What was the role of your Vietnam experience in your writing?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, it took me fourteen years to really come to that experience. I sort of internalized the pathos of the Vietnam conflict. I was there for a year, ‘69 to ’70, and six months in ’70 and was renovating a house in New Orleans in 1984 and I found myself writing a poem entitled “Somewhere Near Phu Bai.” That poem came as I was moving up and down the ladder. I had a pad of paper on the floor writing down a few lines, and I found myself writing that particular poem. It just opened that experience for me as poetry, as images, because it came back to me in images. It was a sort of excavation and I suppose it happened at the right time. If it had happened earlier, perhaps it would have come out differently.

FOX: So then it incubated inside for a period of time?

KOMUNYAKAA: Yes.

FOX: When you sit down to write, do you have an idea to start with?

KOMUNYAKAA: I usually have an image, sometimes no more than a word, that I meditate on to improvise on. For me, jazz is important. It has taught me a lot about method of composition. I like to have everything set, by an improvisational tone. That’s why I write everything down. Initially a poem might start off 120 lines long and it ends up about 40 lines or even less.

FOX: So initially you don’t want to censor.

KOMUNYAKAA: Right. I just want to go with it. I just want to see just how I can extend a moment of improvisation.

FOX: How do you know when a poem is finished?

KOMUNYAKAA: Often we don’t know. [both laugh] But we wrestle with it. Often I’ve realized that one perhaps goes past the ending of a poem. I like to have a poem open-ended. So I’ll put a sheet of paper at the bottom of a poem I’ve started working on, to see just what the possible endings are. If there are three or four endings, which is the most important for me? Which ending helps the reader or the listener enter and become an active participant in the creation of meaning?

FOX: What effect has winning the Pulitzer Prize had on your writing or your life?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, I was lucky because I was midway into some ongoing projects, books of poems, collections, I should say. That’s the way I write. Usually I’m writing three collections, side by side. So it didn’t really stop me in my tracks.

FOX: Do you find it’s interfered in terms of more readings and more demands on your time?

KOMUNYAKAA: I’d already begun to read a lot. I’ve done a lot of readings especially after the Pulitzer. But I think reading is one way of bringing poetry back to oral tradition. So it is sharing more than anything else. I taught poetry in the schools, in New Orleans for a year, that’s one of the things that I told third graders and fourth graders, at the onset that poetry has to be a sharing. It’s a way of sharing a voice.

FOX: In this issue there is a tribute to the poetry of children. What was your experience teaching poetry in the schools?

KOMUNYAKAA: It was really amazing because of the surprises. These young third and fourth graders, they weren’t afraid. They weren’t afraid to put their emotions down on the page. They weren’t afraid of images that lept out of their psyche and I was quite surprised by that and also there’s a freshness usually. Not necessarily severe innocence, but a kind of surprising, almost accidental maturity.

FOX: Many poets who teach school children notice that the so-called bad students are often the ones who have the most to say, have the freshest voice.

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, again, that’s taking us back to Plato, or Plato’s argument with Euripides. They might be seeing something a little differently and perhaps wrestling with those small and big questions side by side. And confused, so the poem becomes a method of getting to a certain understanding and it’s not necessarily an understanding about the exterior world as much as an understanding about the interior world, the world that’s inside.

FOX: Do you find that at a college level you have to encourage students to reveal their interior world?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, they have created the mask, the facades, the detachments. They have to relearn to share; which is frightening, often that which they do not fully understand so there’s a certain risk involved, but not always. What’s interesting I think is this idea about poetry. Often they don’t realize the everyday things their lives are made of is subject matter for poetry. Usually it’s the grand abstraction, the big questions.

FOX: Some poets I’ve talked to feel that they may censor themselves because they don’t want to offend other people and write about their parents or other subjects. Is that a concern of yours?

KOMUNYAKAA: It’s not really a concern of mine. I think they may be offended if I protected, shared in their transparent illusions, that would be offending.

FOX: So in your work you don’t feel that you hold anything back.

KOMUNYAKAA: I try not to. But as I say that, I realize it’s an ongoing process. We’re getting to new territory over and over, as long as we live as artists.

FOX: Do you feel you’ve done your best work or is that yet to come?

KOMUNYAKAA: I feel like my best work is before me. I like to think of it that way.

FOX: What in your work has given you the biggest surprise?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, actually the book I’m working on, one of the books I’m working on now has been a huge surprise. It’s a long book, it’s probably a trilogy. And that is a book entitled, Pleasure Dome. For years I’ve read a lot of history, especially African American history, history that touched on the black experience worldwide. I’ve never really thought of that as subject matter for poetry until I began to pose questions to many young students during conferences. And they didn’t even know what I was talking about, and I’m a stickler on names. I am now finding myself writing about Pushkin, about Alexander Dumas, writing about George Washington Carver, Charles Drew, uh, all these characters that history shares.

FOX: Is there an essential theme, or message from you that you find in your work or that is most important to you?

KOMUNYAKAA: I suppose for me it’s the uncovering of things that’s important, not necessarily with any kind of design, but as a series of surprises. Presently I walk about three miles to school. And I’ve been writing sixteen line poems and often I find myself meditating on something that one might see as trivia, but then I come to find myself wrestling with it walking there and back, sometimes when I return home I’ll have a complete poem. It could be on the virtues of animals, insects, whatever. Perhaps it takes me a back to Bogalusa, Louisiana. I remember as a child I pretty much observed everything around. I remember observing the rituals of insects, and animals, and consequently observing the practiced rituals of human beings as well.

FOX: As an observer, do you feel more a part of the human story or apart from it?

KOMUNYAKAA: I feel a part of it. The way that I feel a part of it is a kind of hopeful celebration, a celebration of those small moments and how they all lead to the larger moments of human history.

FOX: What would you like your work to be remembered for?

KOMUNYAKAA: Persistence. [both laugh]

FOX: I think persistence is very, very important. So walking to and from school you can sometimes actually compose a poem?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well you know, what I wanted to do was write a large book, rather a long book of sixteen line poems. I wanted to impose a structure on the poems. I began writing odes and meditations, all those things that we sort of overlook and take for granted. And then I realized that I wanted to broaden the canvas. I wanted to deal with ontology, I wanted to deal with psychology, philosophy, history, all of those questions. I wanted to deal with universal relationships.

FOX: Do you prefer to write longer or shorter poems?

KOMUNYAKAA: I like the idea of being challenged to write longer poems. I would like to even write a book length poem, if possible, but also I like writing these small 16 line poems as well because what I’ve been looking for is a kind of compression. Everything’s so compressed, and at the same time, when it’s read it expands.

FOX: What about the role of ambiguity as compared to clarity in a poem.

KOMUNYAKAA: That’s an interesting one. I don’t mind the ambiguous because, especially if it’s interesting, it forces me back to the poem again and again. I like to read poems like that. I don’t like to have an immense clarity from the onset. I don’t know if I actually compose poems that way. I like the idea of coming back to the poem, the same way that I don’t think poems should be resolved. The idea of coming back to the poem again and again and consequently you understand more and more and you feel like you’re participating in something that’s organic or something that is alive and almost breathing at times.

FOX: What gives a poem an enduring quality, something that you want to return to?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think the music is important, the language inside the music, I think the images, the metaphors, the overall style that pulls us into the poem tells us, we can trust it, and it is the music of trust that endures.

FOX: Do you regard yourself as a spokesperson for any particular point of view such as Vietnam?

KOMUNYAKAA: No. I don’t really regard myself as a spokesperson. I just feel like I’m a part of the human community. And we were all observers. We’re all participants.

FOX: In that context do you find any significant differences between American poetry and poetry from other countries?

KOMUNYAKAA: That’s a good question because I do think that poetry from the United States, at this moment, is probably the most engaging, the most important and yet there are those isolated individuals writing in other parts of the world who are important. And it isn’t just because of creative writing workshops. Although creative writing workshops are influencing communities. And I do think the artist needs a community that he or she can embrace or that community can embrace, him or her. But, there is something in the air—poetry slams, poets in the school, all of these things happening.

FOX: So, it’s a pretty vibrant world then?

KOMUNYAKAA: Very vibrant. It seems like it’s inclined to engage celebration and critique.

FOX: Have you ever been to a poetry slam?

KOMUNYAKAA: Yeah, [laughs] not that I’ve participated in poetry slams. But I support anything that generates active language and communication.

FOX: One hallmark of the American experience today seems to be participation. So many people attend readings, write poetry and are interested in it.

KOMUNYAKAA: Yes, it’s quite an experience in democracy.

FOX: Can you say more about that.

KOMUNYAKAA: Just the fact that a democratic society can engage participants, that poetry engages individuals from various neighborhoods, various economic experiences and so forth. One can be at the top of the heap or at the bottom and still be an active participant.

FOX: What advice do you have for a young poet?

KOMUNYAKAA: Read everything. Write every day.

FOX: [laughs] That’s a fairly universal approach.

KOMUNYAKAA: It’s true.

FOX: Do you find that your students do that?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think often they realize the importance of that and yet seem afraid of being influenced. I tell them not to be afraid because the artist never really operates in isolation. We all are influenced just by the language we speak.

FOX: But if you have to be influenced any way, why not be influenced by the best? I’m intrigued by your ending lines from “The Thorn Merchant,” “he knows how death waits in us like a light switch.” Could you follow that up?

KOMUNYAKAA: Oh God. [laughs] I wrote that, matter of fact, in graduate school at Irvine and I remembered when I wrote that line down, that image down, it was something that made me laugh and at the same time, it was something that caused a great deal of internal fear.

FOX: Can you say more about the fear?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, it’s a realization about death, how it can come out of nowhere, it seems that it isn’t something that we can rehearse for. Something we can’t control. So, I think that’s where the fear comes from. That we’re not put here to control everything.

FOX: [laughs] Yes. Very true. Some people see poetry as a search for truth. Do you?

KOMUNYAKAA: It’s not necessarily a search for truth as much as a search for confrontation. And I’m talking about confronting that which is real, by finding that which is inside oneself. So I’ve pretty much defined poetry for myself as a celebration and confrontation.

FOX: Could you say more about the celebration.

KOMUNYAKAA: The celebration is that we care to describe something a hundred different ways. I’m willing to observe an insect, I’m willing to observe someone playing basketball, putting the whole body and mind into that observation and consequently getting even closer to the experience, in a sense.

FOX: And when you talk about confrontation, are you talking about an internal confrontation or … ?

KOMUNYAKAA: It’s an internal confrontation, I think for the most part although it can be an outward confrontation as well. I don’t necessarily rule that out because, let’s face it, language is political. We are social beings, but we are political beings as well and we don’t have a grasp on that which could be classified as a truth or truth. It seems as if the foundation is often shifting under our feet, and perhaps that’s good because as least we can have some kind of grasp on the cosmos. There’s no system or guarantees.

FOX: In what way do you see your work as political?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think it would be political to say it wasn’t political. I think silence is political. We are using tools such as language. Language is a political construct. A good example would be, if I look in the dictionary, everything that is prefixed with black, 90% percent of it would be negative. And vice versa. So I’m very much aware that language often is political and I think the young writer, I think the young thinker has to be aware of that as well.

FOX: What sort of influence would you like your work to have?

KOMUNYAKAA: I don’t want it to influence, I want it to be an instrument of meditation. I want it to be understood. I want people, at least momentarily, to be willing to embrace it. I’m not talking about the work being didactic, but as part of who we are. I would like for literature to be accepted that way. I would like knowledge to be accepted that way. I don’t think we should be fearful of knowledge. I don’t want everything nailed down, I don’t want my feet nailed to the floor. I think that is imprisonment. So about literature, I like to be challenged.

FOX: I find that some poems that I like very much, I read and I say, “Wow, I like that.” I don’t understand it. But I like it. [both laugh]

KOMUNYAKAA: That’s the interesting thing about it. It brings you in, in a psychological, emotional way. Sometimes I notice when an individual comes to me, he or she may understand certain things about it that I didn’t even have in mind. That’s positive for me.

FOX: When I was growing up my high school teachers taught poetry as something arcane which only they could really explain. I think many people have shared that experience.

KOMUNYAKAA: I don’t think poetry is that way. I think automatically coming to Dorothy Wordsworth’s journals, or coming to someone such as George Moses Horton, or any of these voices. Certain things we are not going to understand immediately and that’s fine, but if we reenter the territory of the poem with care, with insistence, with love, then we understand it. We don’t necessarily have to understand it a certain way. We understand it in relationships to who we are. What we’ve brought to it.

FOX: Do you think readers might understand the same word a little differently?

KOMUNYAKAA: I really do.

FOX: And you wouldn’t necessarily say that that’s wrong.

KOMUNYAKAA: I don’t necessarily say that, because I could be wrong. It’s what he or she brought to it experience and connotation.

FOX: What do you see happening with poetry in the United States over the next ten or twenty years?

KOMUNYAKAA: I hope poetry won’t be shortchanged by technology.

FOX: How?

KOMUNYAKAA: That technology doesn’t make us become emotionally, psychologically, and intellectually lazy. That everything is set up and thought out for us and we become slaves to that which is pre-programmed. I want poetry to keep its surprises.

FOX: Do you think that involves individuality, surprise?

KOMUNYAKAA: Yes.

FOX: Well what aspects of technology would concern you in that respect?

KOMUNYAKAA: [laughs] I expect medical technology for the most part. Well, no, I shouldn’t say that, but many aspects of technology because what it does is it sets out to make things easier. That is what always underlies, you know. Some things are difficult and that is what distinguishes us as human beings, that we have the kind of dexterity to negotiate those difficulties.

FOX: Do you feel it’s the computer, the internet or … ?

KOMUNYAKAA: Internet, things that just go boom and wham for us, you know, we realize we are consumers of pre-digested—we are not participating in this as thoughtful and inquisitive human beings.

FOX: Does it surprise you, in an age of Arnold Schwarzenegger and action movies, that poetry seems to be undergoing a renaissance?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think one of the reasons that poetry is having somewhat of a renaissance is because there is a need, and the need is even more severe now, because of what it contrasts. It contrasts often that which dehumanizes us.

FOX: Say more about that.

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, I still admire the capacity of the human brain to negotiate so many difficult questions, so many difficult problems. I admire that capacity but for some reason there is an attempt, and maybe not a full design, to bypass certain avenues. I am frightened about the amount of time spent in front of computers. I think people should be talking with each other a lot more. I’m frightened about the amount of time spent in front of televisions. What made me start thinking about this in the early ’80s, I think it was 1981, May of 1981, I went back to Louisiana and my grandmother was talking on the phone, her friends would call her, and they were talking about people I didn’t know, and it dawned on me they were actually talking about soap opera characters. And it really saddened me.

FOX: Do you find students nowadays different in any meaningful way than ten or twenty years ago?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think it becomes problematic with education, especially with the liberal arts, when individuals are not there for the love of learning. That the university has become essentially a trade school. I have real problems with that and so there’s always questions.

FOX: You seem to value life experience itself, the observation, the paying attention to the environment, to yourself, is more important than looking for the outcome?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think we have to go through the emotions of experience, wondering about, how the day is going to lead us towards the future. Appreciate what is.

FOX: I think there’s something about the issue of control. Couldn’t you say that the history of human evolution is seeking more and more control over the environment?

KOMUNYAKAA: Well, it’s even within the context of the Bible if we think about it. Man is given dominion over the animals and I’m frightened by that statement. That, one, because we’re born to human skin that automatically we are given dominion over everything that isn’t human. It’s commodity. The problem with that, I think, is that it’s a selfish thing because everything we think of is sacrificed as commodity. We know it’s going to run out.

FOX: And yet don’t we tend to treat other people as commodities, living I-it instead of I-thou?

KOMUNYAKAA: Right, that’s right. So, it’s almost as if we’re living for the moment. We feel as if we have to use up everything in our lifetime and I see that as immensely selfish.

FOX: What role do you think selflessness should have?

KOMUNYAKAA: I think it has taught us to survive as a species. But we should also be selfish about that which is good.

FOX: With that idea in mind, is working together the means for evolving communications?

KOMUNYAKAA: Yeah, but its not just communication. Because what I’ve been able to look at, it’s not communication for good as much as selling products. It baffles me what people have done through technology to convince others they need this or that. And we make a profit off these illusions.

FOX: It’s purely commercial.

KOMUNYAKAA: I think something is extremely wrong about it. We have brainwashed small children to think in a certain way. They begin to measure themselves against their friends; we’re talking about two- and three-year-olds. Something is awfully wrong and perverted here, because people think wearing a $1,000 or $2,000 worth of clothes creates a better person, but that isn’t the case at all. He or she could be the worst person.

FOX: It seems to me that’s one way we deal with our insecurity.

KOMUNYAKAA: Yeah, I think so. I couldn’t understand for a long time how boys could be killing other boys over brand name sneakers. Those kids must have been brainwashed to believe that those things are going to make them more complete people. Many times brainwashed within their families, or by television. I think we have to share in the responsibility of that. For what makes us human? I think the brain has a lot to do with it. And also compassion, the possibility of compassion.

FOX: That’s nice. It has to make a big difference in teachers, parents with their children. We’re all influenced, if not by being more human than television, then probably by being more selfish.

KOMUNYAKAA: Thank God. We have this possibility for compassion. It’s amazing.

FOX: Do you find compassion reflected in your work?

KOMUNYAKAA: I hope so. I like to be able to see things from the point of view of other humans, and even the animal world.

FOX: Any last thoughts?

KOMUNYAKAA: No. [laughing] We’ve been going on for awhile now.

from Rattle #9, Summer 1998

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July 1, 2014

A CONVERSATION WITH RON KOERTGE

Pasadena, California
July 3, 2013

Ron Koertge teaches at Hamline University in their low-residency MFA program for Children’s Writing. A prolific writer, he has published widely in such seminal magazines as Kayak and Poetry Now. Sumac Press issued The Father Poems in 1973, which was followed by many more books of poetry including Fever (Red Hen Press, 2007), Indigo (Red Hen Press, 2009), and Lies, Knives and Girls in Red Dresses (Candlewick Press, 2012). He is a contributor to many anthologies, such as Billy Collins’ Poetry 180 and Kirby & Hamby’s Seriously Funny. Koertge also writes fiction for teenagers, including many novels-in-verse: The Brimstone Journals, Stoner & Spaz, Strays, Shakespeare Bats Cleanup, and Shakespeare Makes the Playoffs. All were honored by the American Library Association and two received PEN awards. He is the recipient of grants from the NEA and the California Arts Council, and has poems in two volumes of Best American Poetry. His newest collection is The Ogre’s Wife. He lives in South Pasadena, California.
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GREEN: Okay, let’s officially start. It’s July 3rd at Ron … how do you say it, Koertge?

KOERTGE: KUR-chee. But nobody really knows. It’s an old German name and it should rhyme with Goethe if it’s pronounced right, but who’s going to do that? So the name was anglicized over and over and over. It is not a pretty name. [Green laughs] I have that problem about my name, how difficult it is to pronounce.

GREEN: Well, Tim Green’s pretty easy. [laughs] So we’re here at your house, which—I have to mention, it’s where Halloween was filmed—

KOERTGE: One of the scenes from Halloween, where Jamie Lee Curtis comes down the stairs and walks around holding a pumpkin and sits on this little concrete stool. Nothing indoors. And we didn’t know when we moved here—

GREEN: Oh, really? You just happened to find out? When the people showed up …

KOERTGE: [laughter obscures] … holding pumpkins, holy crap! We had two choices—my wife’s nicer than I am, in general. The whole enterprise made me cranky at first. And then I thought, that isn’t going to get me anyplace; I may as well just embrace it. So Bianca got a picture of Jamie Lee Curtis and the phony pumpkins and invited people to use them, and I’ve gotten into that.

GREEN: You grew up in Illinois, and then Arizona for grad school—how did you end up here; what drew you?

KOERTGE: Well, you know Gerry Locklin? Gerry and I were in grad school together. So he got a job for one year at Cal State LA and then he moved to Cal State Long Beach. Well, while he was at Cal State LA, his office mate—her husband was the head of the department at PCC, and she casually mentioned to Gerry that her husband was looking for a teacher. I wrote to him—his name was Woody Olson—and he said, “You know this isn’t really a job search, but if you come out to see your friend, call me.” Well, you know, I left that night. [both laugh] Because I didn’t have a job. And I didn’t know what a good job it was. It was just so serendipitous. I interviewed casually with a guy named Frank Hammond and he called that night and offered me the job. 

GREEN: Wow. And you taught all sorts of things, right? Composition, literature …

KOERTGE: I taught everything. When I was a young teacher I wanted to teach the classics and Shakespeare and stuff. Then I got a little older and wiser and I started to like teaching remedial composition—one, because it was easy and I’m lazy, and I had time to write; I wasn’t knocking myself out reading Pope’s Essay on Man or anything. But I really started to like teaching basic composition. I could go in there and they couldn’t write—much less a graceful sentence, they couldn’t write a real sentence. I can go in, I can teach them in a traditional way, subject, verbs, what a preposition is used for. And what you had to go through is the first four or five weeks—I was older then, I’d be 50 when I started this—and I go in and I was their worst nightmare. I was the mostly bald, fairly old white guy, and I had African-American students, I had Hispanic students, I had students in and out of jail, in and out of the army, and these were some tough customers. The first few weeks are hard and then I convince them that traditional writing, called college writing, was like another language. And the joke that I used, which you’re welcome to use or not, is I would tell them, “I don’t want you going to one of your parties saying ‘To whom does this AK-47 belong?’” [Green laughs] 

This classroom situation was not Edenic, it wasn’t a picnic, but mostly, they got it. And it was so funny because I roamed the room and I sat by them and I would make physical contact; I would go from student to student, work on these little paragraphs, and they’d say to me, “Jesus Christ, this fucking comma’s killing me,” and I’d say, “Yeah, I know, it’s hard,” and, “Here’s what you do; you can maybe move this verb around.” So I loved the last decade of teaching—I always like teaching, but I loved the last eight or ten years. I taught remedial writing and a poetry writing workshop at night. It was just gravy. It was really nice.

GREEN: That’s great. Did you like teaching poetry too?

KOERTGE: I did, I did. And you know what, I went in there one night—I always went in on Monday night—and I went in there, and I don’t know why this happened, my ego had a hard-on or something, but my ego said, “Welcome to English-8, Writing Poetry.” Then my ego asked, “How many of you came to work with me?” And not a hand. [both laugh] And so I rallied, you know, and I said, “Let’s just see what we’ve got,” and I started. My reputation didn’t make any difference to them; they weren’t impressed by that. They liked it that I published, when I showed them the books, but they usually asked, “How much money did you make from those?”

GREEN: Did they want to get published too?

KOERTGE: Oh, absolutely. And for many of them—Dorianne Laux said this about Oregon I think when she was up there—I was just in their way; their attitude was, “This nitpicking about half-rhyme is driving me crazy.” But in the main, it was such a heterogeneous group, you know, older, gay, lesbian, African-American, Hispanic, white, and at least one eighteen-year-old who’s baked every night. But we almost always had a great time. I still hear from them. 

GREEN: Do you think poetry can be taught to anybody, or do you think there’s some innate trait that makes a poet?

KOERTGE: I’ve answered this before, but I always like to answer things in different ways, because I don’t want to hear myself be boring to myself. [both laugh] So this answer is, yeah sure. I think anybody can write a sonnet because it’s formulaic, but I can tell the people who have a little gift. And I can tell the smaller gift from the larger gift, because people who are gifted, they just really started to sing, and the other ones are just kind of—remember the old Fred Astaire … you’re not old enough, the old Fred Astaire dance studio and they’d have the—

GREEN: Footprints …

KOERTGE: Yeah, and anybody could follow the footprints, but somebody with a little gift has a sense of when to half-rhyme “love” and bother with “dove.”

GREEN: So do you think that gift is musical, like the sense of—

KOERTGE: I do think it’s musical. If I were a musician, and I’m far from being one, I would have a really good ear, because I’ve got it for poetry and I’ve got it for prose.

GREEN: I know you write a lot of different styles—sestinas and sonnets. Is that something you set out to do? Like when you sit down and write a poem, do you say, “I want to write a sestina today?”

KOERTGE: Some days I do. I’m a—I’m almost less than blue collar, I’m like no collar. My parents were really, really, really poor. I mean, we were living in—I was born in 1940, so in 1948 or so, I’ll bet we were living on $9,000 a year. My mom worked, even as a child. So, you know, I come from that background where everybody worked. So I write every day.

GREEN: Seven days a week?

KOERTGE: Seven days a week. Holidays. I try to write when I’m sick, but I kind of can’t. If there’s a point, it’s that my mind churns at night. My wife goes to work at eight; she’s a counselor at PCC, and I’m by myself with that useless cat over there. So Buddy and I go upstairs and if my mind’s been churning then I’m going to work on something and if not, I’ll take a form and I’ll try that.

GREEN: So those are kind of exercises to …

KOERTGE: They’re kind of exercises. I don’t know if this is interesting to the interview or not, but I write fiction for middle grade—

GREEN: Yeah, definitely, I want to talk about that.

KOERTGE: Yeah, middle grade readers and teenagers, and some of it is kind of transgressive, not the middle grade so much. But I wrote two books, one called Shakespeare Bats Cleanup and Shakespeare Makes the Playoffs. And Shakespeare’s a kid, a fourteen-year-old boy, who loves baseball and poetry. Over the course of those two middle-grade novels, I got to use every form of poetry known to man, because my narrator had a girlfriend and they would trade poems. And I wrote the sestina and I wrote the villanelle and I wrote the haiku and I wrote the sonnet and I wrote the pastoral; the two kids just worked their way through, like going down the menu in a restaurant. So if I hadn’t had the practice on these days when my mind wasn’t churning, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. And although I love writing poetry, those novels were worth $30,000 each.

GREEN: Really? Wow.

KOERTGE: Lot of money for “poetry.”

GREEN: How is the reception for having a verse novel for young adults? That’s not something young adults come across very often. 

KOERTGE: It is probably my most well-known book, except for Stoner & Spaz, which every kid likes. They can’t keep it in the libraries because kids steal it [Green laughs] and the libraries don’t have any money so they don’t re-buy it. Those two Shakespeare books of mine are very popular novels. 

GREEN: Do you think the kids—

KOERTGE: They like them because they’re short.

GREEN: [laughs] Yeah. Do you think they notice or care about the forms, or do you think that’s just incidental and it’s something they’re only absorbing subconsciously?

KOERTGE: You know, it depends on who their teacher is. If they’re like a theme or content teacher, it’s the story, but if they want to teach some poetry, that’s possible, too. Teachers are really good to young adult writers. I’ll get like 30 letters in one big envelope from the teachers, and students write me, you know, “Dear Mr. Koertge …” and they say great things: “Thank God this was so short,” or “You probably aren’t the best poet I’ve ever read, but these are pretty good.” [Green laughs] They’re just so fucking honest! [laughs] And I write them back.

GREEN: What age level is this?

KOERTGE: The age level is probably fourteen through fifteen. And the myth—if not the myth then the accepted wisdom—is that kids read two years ahead of their own age, so if you’re twelve you’ll read about fourteen- or fifteen-year-olds, something like that. Stoner & Spaz, which is so profane, full of dope references, obviously—maybe sixteen and up. 

GREEN: Do teachers teach these books in their classes?

KOERTGE: They don’t teach Stoner & Spaz very often [laughs], but they do teach the Shakespeare books. I wrote a book named Strays about a foster kid; it’s a story that gets taught a lot, but teachers use it like an adjunct to a block on What’s It Like To Be Different—as in what would it be like to be in the foster care system? And the funny thing is, I made all that stuff up. I never do research.

GREEN: Never, at all?

KOERTGE: Well, Wikipedia! And can we trust that? 

GREEN: Of course!

KOERTGE: Yeah, of course! I’ll tell you, the Stoner & Spaz story, when it was out—it’s ten years old now—so I’m doing a telephone interview with the BBC, and they’re in England and they’ve got some woman in Australia and they’ve got me and they’ve got a counselor for the physically disabled. And we talk about the book and the woman says to me, the counselor, “Well, Ron, you’ve really managed to make lemonade out of the lemon.” And I said, “Well, what lemon is that?” And she said, “Well, your disability.” And I said, “Oh, but I’m not disabled.” And she said, “Ron. Don’t be ashamed.” [both laugh] So I said, “Okay, I’ll just hobble over to the window and throw myself out.” 

GREEN: So how did you get into writing young adult novels? That was relatively recent, right?

KOERTGE: Well, no, I mean, I wish. I didn’t start until I was 40, so I’ve been doing it 33 years. But I got into it by failing. I wrote one novel for grown-ups—Norton published it—and it was a pretty good novel called The Boogeyman, and then I wrote two more. So I was really stoked about The Boogeyman; it was the beginning of my bright career. Three or four years later, two more novels—not a nibble. So I’m talking to a friend of mine named Merrill Joan Gerber who was then a young adult novelist. I was also divorced at the time and I was running around, I was drinking, I was chasing women, and just generally behaving badly. And she said to me, “You know, Ron, you’re such a child, you should write for adolescent boys.” [Green laughs] And instead of getting my feelings hurt, I thought, “Yeah, absolutely.” Because I’m just a smart-ass. So I went to this library [gestures across the street], to the young adult section, which I did not know existed, took out a couple of books, read them, and literally thought, “Fuck, I can do better than this.” And I could. I sat down and revised one of the failures of the grown-up novels, sent it to my agent, he sent it out, rejected once, taken a second time, and I’ve never had a rejection since.

GREEN: Wow. 

KOERTGE: That’s extraordinary. I don’t know if I believe in this stuff or not, but clearly I’m meant—I’m either meant to write for this age group, or I’ve just found a niche that suits me, I don’t know.

GREEN: Well, it seems like it. But what do you think about those adult novels, do you think they just didn’t have the lucky break? It’s so random …

KOERTGE: You know, Tim, I’m afraid that the first novel was like the story of everybody’s first novel. It was very autobiographical. I’m not a really smart person, but I’m glib, and I’m witty, so it was very funny. And I mean, I knew how to write. But I think that was the novel I had in me, but the other two: nada. Now this novel just knocked me out. [holds up Aimee Bender’s The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake] You know this novel?

GREEN: No, I haven’t read it.

KOERTGE: Yeah, I really admire people like Aimee Bender. She’s so good that she’s just way out of my league. I’m happy to do what I can do.

GREEN: Well, that’s great. The first poem I read that really stuck to me of yours was that “Do You Have Advice for Those of Us Just Starting Out?” Just the irreverence of it, and the sense of joy at writing …

KOERTGE: That’s the one that ends in the library, isn’t it?

GREEN: Yeah, the little boy building stacks with the books that everybody else takes so seriously. What’s the seriousness of your writing? Can you be light and also be serious at the same time?

KOERTGE: I don’t know. I mean, a parfait is two different flavors—why can’t I be a parfait? Why can’t I be light and serious at the same time? But I am not a serious person. I don’t take hardly anything seriously. I’m kind of a chatterbox. The unkind word for clever is glib, and I am glib. Partly I have really a hard time taking things seriously, and I don’t suffer fools gladly. I see so much pretentiousness in the poetry world.

GREEN: Oh, definitely.

KOERTGE: Oh, for God’s sake. I mean, if I hear one more person read a poem like this: “Tonight. In the garden. My grandfather. And I. A pear tree.” Fuck, shoot me now. [Green laughs] 

GREEN: That reminds me of a poem I just read in your new book that’s coming out by the time this interview’s out.

KOERTGE: Ogre’s Wife.

GREEN: Yeah, Ogre’s Wife, the poem with the typos in the pretentious poems—you know, “The night was full of dorkness …” [both laugh] And that is the best part of it. 

KOERTGE: “The panting on the wall …” Yeah.

GREEN: Where do you think that pretentiousness comes from? Why do so many poets write like that?

KOERTGE: Let’s guess together, and I’m happy to do it, but most people think poetry is a serious art, and they take themselves seriously. And I don’t know, I was brought up on T.S. Eliot and Roethke and it didn’t influence me. Why would those guys tilt other people toward high seriousness? But don’t you see it everywhere? What do you think it is?

GREEN: Oh … I think people just learn what they think poetry is and they’re writing not for themselves but to publish, and so they’re modeling themselves after that style, and I think it just repeats itself.

KOERTGE: I think it does, because you and I know what’s called “the MFA poem”—you go to a program and all those fucking poems look the same.

GREEN: Yeah, exactly. And the thing is, the worst poems we get are from the Ph.D. professors—

KOERTGE: Oh, my God.

GREEN: And it’s just all like that—why would anybody want to read it?

KOERTGE: Or go to a reading and listen to it.

GREEN: Unless you want to be them, and then you see this person being held up and so you want to write like that person and then it just continues. 

KOERTGE: Years ago—do you know Jack Grapes?

GREEN: Yeah, I took one of his workshops.

KOERTGE: Jack Grapes said to me, “You know, Ron,” he said, “You’re pretty good at this. You just don’t know how to play the game.” He said, “You’ve got to go to the readings of people who are above you at the moment. Let’s say you’re a B-list poet—you’ve got to go to the B+, the A- and the A readings,” he said, “and then those below you will come to your reading.” And I said, “I don’t want some B- son of a bitch coming to my reading.” [Green laughs] So I was never really good at so-called “playing the game.” 

GREEN: I feel the same way, and that’s kind of what Rattle’s all about, too; we do our own thing and ignore that whole hierarchy.

KOERTGE: Oh, Rattle’s very irreverent. I remember, when I was kind of in the mix more than I am now, people fretting over who would read at Beyond Baroque. So you go to Beyond Baroque and it’s this funky little house, wonderful sound system, and they put on so many fucking programs there’s about nine people in the audience every night. [Green laughs] What’s the anxiety level here about, you know? Because there are two kinds of poets: Those who like to write and those who like to have written. I like to write.

GREEN: What about the ones who like to have won awards? [laughs]

KOERTGE: Oh, there are those too. You know, I had an NEA and I was stunned when that came through, really stunned. And the rest of them—Guggenheim, no chance, Whiting, no chance. Dick Shelton told me once—he was at Arizona when I was; he’s a pretty good poet and a very decent guy. And he said to me, “You know, you’re never going to get anywhere if you just keep trying to be funny.” And I said, “That’s probably good advice.”

GREEN: But what’s the point of writing for the five people who judge the Guggenheim? 

KOERTGE: Actually tell me who they are and I’ll do it! [both laugh]

GREEN: It’s just something I’ve been trying to figure out for ten years!

KOERTGE: I know, I’ve been trying for 25 years.

GREEN: Most of your early books were poetry and then you dove into the young adult, but you still write the poetry. How do you decide what to write? 

KOERTGE: I’m an old Platonist, so I think I’m a doorway between the infinite and the finite. I just—this sounds like a little California woo-woo—but I just try to be the open door. I just try to really be available. And if I’m writing the young adult novels, then I really can’t write any poetry—my mind just, it works every night on its own. And writing fiction, I do four pages a day, every day. It doesn’t have to be good in the first draft. But I need something; I need 150 pages I can work with. So that’s all my mind wants to do. 

And my life is really simple. My wife and I get up at five, we have a walk together, you know, speed-walk, come back, maybe do a little yoga, she goes to work, I go to work, and four pages later I either go to the movies or I go to the races—I love the races. And I’m happy to see my wife when she comes home and we usually sit on the porch and have a drink and I could do that pretty much every day. It seems like a really sweet life to me. 

GREEN: And the writing—

KOERTGE: I’m done at noon. Punch in at eight … I need a lunch bucket and a thermos. [Green laughs] Yeah, when I get the four pages, I’m done. I mean, there are days I just can’t, but some days I get six pages. I love to turn out the product, I really do. I like to see things on paper, I’m not a theorist. My feeling is this: I don’t know why I have this gift, I don’t know where it came from, what God or gods, but I don’t think it should be disregarded; I think it should be paid attention to. So I read, of course, but—

GREEN: But it’s more fun to write.

KOERTGE: It’s more fun to write. Singers and musicians, they play and sing every day. Me too. I play and sing every day. 

GREEN: You mentioned—it must have been something I read, but you talk about the mysterious “something” that brought characters together for Stoner & Spaz

KOERTGE: Oh, my God. Yeah …

GREEN: Like they appeared in the same way. But what do you think that “something” is that brought them? 

KOERTGE: I don’t have any … I mean, it’s serendipity, or it’s an enormous blessing, a real gift from, I don’t know, Zeus or Yahweh, whomever you want to worship. You know the story?

GREEN: Yeah, but tell it for the readers …

KOERTGE: Well, I’d written this book, and I forget the title, it wasn’t Stoner & Spaz, it was, I don’t know, something else, and it was about a rich boy alienated from his peers by his wealth and he bumps into this stoner girl so you can guess what happens next: conflict/resolution. And I’m sitting up in the studio upstairs and I can see across to the library. A guy who works there, who has cerebral palsy, a guy whom I know, walked from his car to the bus, and I was thinking, “Oh gee, I wonder what if this kid in the book, what if he had CP?” And then I thought, “Oh, I don’t want to rewrite this.” [Green laughs] So that day or the next, I get in my car; I’m done writing and I’m on my way to the races and it’s a one way street so I’m at the corner of Carrows and the gas station and I stopped for a light. And some kid I had never seen before or after, a kid with CP, limps in front of my car and I just, I looked up and I said, “Fine.” Don’t show me another disabled kid! [both laugh] And I came home and I wrote eight or ten pages of the beginning, sent it to my editor, and she said, “Oh, this is much more interesting.” So she said, “Take some time with it and rewrite the book. Love, Liz.” Easy for her to say! But it was astonishing. 

GREEN: And do you think that actually came from anywhere, or …

KOERTGE: I have no idea. But what a coincidence.

GREEN: And that happens with so many things, so many tiny moments that could change the entire direction of our lives.

KOERTGE: It really does. In this book Strays, this boy, he’s in foster care pretty much overnight; his parents are killed. And his parents had a pet shop; he’s been around animals all of his life. And I’m stuck in this book. He’s on the Gold Line; he’s suddenly in the foster home and he’s going back to his neighborhood because he’s all fucked up. And he sees a dog, a blind guy’s dog—and I ran up against this scene time and time again—and then one morning the dog turns and talks to him, and I thought, “Oh, yes,” and it just propelled me through the rest of the book. And I don’t know if those animals actually talk or if my narrator’s spirit is so crushed by the death of his parents that he’s constantly hallucinating. I don’t know. But geez I wrote funny lines coming out of this animal’s mouth! Really funny lines. So, I don’t know. But it happens to me a lot. Haven’t you ever been—you write?

GREEN: Yeah.

KOERTGE: Haven’t you been writing and you’re up against the bottom of a poem—I pick up a lot of other people’s poetry and eat it just while I’m working—and suddenly two or three things come together, the hair on your arms stands up, and you have a poem.

GREEN: Well, for me, it’s kind of like trying to get a kite to fly or something, and it catches the wind and then it’s its own thing, you know.

KOERTGE: That’s right. But sometimes you have to run a long way.

GREEN: Exactly. Or you throw it in the air and pretend it’s flying but it doesn’t work. [laughs]

KOERTGE: That’s a good simile. It is like trying to get a kite up. 

GREEN: Let’s talk about your feelings on websites and promotion. I read an article in The Wall Street Journal where you were mentioned saying that you don’t like having a website or a Twitter account.

KOERTGE: I don’t.

GREEN: But you have a website now.

KOERTGE: I do, and I have a Twitter account.

GREEN: Do you update it yourself?

KOERTGE: No. [both laugh] I have a guy. 

GREEN: So what do you think of that kind of social media?

KOERTGE: It just bores the shit out of me. I just think it’s a big suck ass waste of time and I cannot make myself get behind it. 

GREEN: Yeah. Well, it’s part of the whole game now. I think it’s the new game of marketing yourself, and part of the hierarchy. That was the old game; this is the new one of how many Twitter followers you can have. 

KOERTGE: I’m sure it is. And talk about a degradation of perfectly decent words: “Like.” And “friend.” I just find that offensive. I can’t do it. So, I’ve got a guy. [Green laughs] I don’t know how to post a picture on Twitter. I just don’t give much of a fuck. 

GREEN: But you did a blog tour—that’s what this article is about—you wrote for blogs; it seemed like you were enjoying it …

KOERTGE: Well, I paid for that, you know. My publicist set that up. It was an experiment. One of the books, I don’t remember which one, maybe it was one of the Shakespeare books—two women who were former Houghton editors started a publicity firm, so you pay them and they publicize for you, and they set up a blog tour. It’s hard to quantify those things, but when it was all over I couldn’t see any difference from sales or anything else. And the reason that I got behind the tour was, if I’m going to do it I’m going to do it as well as I can. It’s writing; I’m not going to write poorly. So I’m going to try to be witty. If somebody wants to give me ten minutes of their time, I don’t want to waste their time. But I’m not going to do it again.

GREEN: For me, it seems like just another way of giving art to people. 

KOERTGE: I agree. It’s just not my cup of oolong. [both laugh] I’ve had students who just literally said to me—like with the Minnesota program, the MFA students sent me packets of their work, and more than one has said, “I’m just so addicted to Facebook, I’m sorry this is late.” 

GREEN: [laughs] Wow. 

KOERTGE: You know, wake up! Come on. So I want the time that I want. I try to keep my big round head as empty as possible—I don’t watch television; I can’t read trash because it’s toxic for me, it infects me.

GREEN: It’s like picking up a dialect. 

KOERTGE: Oh, my God, yeah. And one of the reasons I love the races is, I go out there, it has nothing to do with writing. These guys I sit with—all of us in our 70s, and we’re just a bunch of—

GREEN: Are they writers, too?

KOERTGE: Oh, fuck no. One guy’s a surveyor for the city, one is a plumber. The thing is, I don’t know their last names and I’ve sat with them for 25 years. All we talk about is the horses, and it’s such a relief. So, like I said, I write, I do that. I’m glad to see the evening come. I like talking to my wife; I have friends like anybody else. 

GREEN: And you don’t think you need to go out and have a lot of different experiences to inspire your writing?

KOERTGE: I make shit up. I make it all up!

GREEN: [laughs] Where do you get your ideas, though?

KOERTGE: Oh, they come to me. I’m available. 

GREEN: Uh-huh. The open door.

KOERTGE: Students don’t understand that. They don’t make themselves available; they’re trying so hard. I mean, it’s like constipation—you try that hard, your butt hurts. Maybe don’t put that in the article.

GREEN: [laughs] We’re putting the whole thing in!

KOERTGE: I don’t care, great! Put it all in, let’s piss some people off. But they really do, they’re so anxious. I think, “Open the door and stand back.”

GREEN: Well, that’s another thing you see as an editor, the workshopped poem, where they just try to cram it in from every different angle and it becomes a big mess.

KOERTGE: Yeah. You know the Billy Collins poem about workshops? It’s a great poem. In every stanza there’s stuff that you’ve seen before in workshops. He’s such a sweet-natured guy. But me, I would be nastier about it; I’d hurt somebody’s feelings.

GREEN: So how did you avoid those pitfalls as a workshop teacher? I see the problem with workshops as, there’s just twelve cooks in the kitchen and everybody wants to put their own spice in …

KOERTGE: Yeah, but that’s just a matter of—it’s almost like personal integrity; in a workshop you learn who not to listen to. For the finals I’d have everybody come in and talk to me, sometimes as much as a half an hour, and I would give up the last three classes and just take time with students. And I’m very frank with them at that point, and I would say something like, “I know that you value Francine,” for example, “but she has nothing to offer you. Don’t listen to her. That’s crazy.” And, “Your gift is this.” I could suss out, often, what a student was good at, and what direction he or she should take. Some should be formalists, and I would tell them that. Some probably shouldn’t write poetry; they should probably write what’s called creative non-fiction—they had a really long loose style but a real strong sense of narrative that would propel the story, and they were basically writing stories anyway and calling it poetry, so I would give them that advice. I was never mean, I don’t get paid to be mean, but I was always frank and most of the time they really took it well. I would hear ten years later—they would say, “You probably don’t remember me but …” and they would repeat things that I said to them. 

GREEN: Wow.

KOERTGE: Teaching was wonderful in that sense, to have an effect on somebody who doesn’t forget it, and have it be useful. I don’t think it gets better than that. 

GREEN: Do you miss it now or are you glad that you could retire …

KOERTGE: I don’t miss it; I don’t miss the PCC teaching. The Hamline thing, that MFA program, is satisfying. That’s enough for me. We meet twice a year—it’s cold as hell in January, but I like the students, I like the teachers. Their names won’t matter to you—Gary Schmidt, Jean Yang, Kate DiCamillo—but in that part of my business, you can’t be around better people. And the money’s not bad!

GREEN: Let’s talk about Shakespeare Bats Clean-up a little bit. Did you set out to write a baseball book?

KOERTGE: I did, and I’ll tell you why. This is one of those little—it isn’t as powerful as the Stoner & Spaz story, but my wife and I, we went to all of the Triple-A parks …

GREEN: Really? The entire country?

KOERTGE: Oh, no, no, in California. I’ve been to most of the racetracks in the country. A buddy I knew from New York and I do that. But my wife and I were up in the high desert—I forget the name of the park, but it’s up toward Victorville. And we were sitting, and watching the game, obviously, and there’s a father and son down by the third base dug-out, right, and the kid is writing something and the father keeps trying to make him stop writing. And I said to Bianca, “You know, I wonder if there isn’t a book in this.” And there was. Kid who loves baseball and he loves writing. 

GREEN: And the story is—didn’t he break his arm so he couldn’t play?

KOERTGE: He got mono. He couldn’t play for a while, he was sick, and so he began to write more, and his dad brought him a journal. And those are the kinds of—I’m going to give a lecture at Hamline called “Cartography as Character.” I make maps sometimes—

GREEN: Physical maps?

KOERTGE: Physical maps on a piece of paper, yeah. Like for Stoner & Spaz, which took place in South Pasadena, I made a real map. And in this lecture—we’re straying here, Tim, so bring me back if you can—in this lecture, I’m going to talk about how I wrote Stoner & Spaz and how I gave the city a different texture by making things up—like I put in a clapboard church that isn’t there, but was 125 years old, compared to the Catholic church where they spent millions of dollars, which should’ve gone to the poor.

GREEN: Of course.

KOERTGE: Yeah, Jesus. Compared to that. So even though I knew the little city, the map really helped. Like, for example, three houses away from where Ben lives, I made up a couple with a disabled child that the mother takes out in one of those wheelchair stroller things. That’s never in the novel. But I wanted Ben, when he left the house, to see another disabled boy or person, just to remind him that he’s in better shape than that.

GREEN: And it’s not in the novel? You don’t mention it whatsoever?

KOERTGE: Not at all. No. 

GREEN: It’s just in your head, this world that you’ve created.

KOERTGE: It’s all in my head. I’ve made up this new world. I made up different neighbors that he would see that aren’t in the novel. 

GREEN: Do you write this down on a map?

KOERTGE: Yeah, wait, I’ll show it to you. Here’s the map. [Koertge picks up a hand-drawn map from the table]

GREEN: Oh, so this is the town.

KOERTGE: This is the town. The Rialto is down there. Here’s where he just about lives because he loves movies so much. The Gilmans have the child and the $500 jogging stroller. The Martins are 70 years old; they never turned up in the novel. There’s a real group home there. There aren’t these bungalows, but that is where Colleen lives. And this is all the people who were in the bungalows: there’s a stripper, there’s a biker, and an itinerant preacher—and the itinerant preacher in my mind walks through this novel all the time ranting. But he’s not in the book.

GREEN: It’s not in the book.

KOERTGE: Not in the book, no. Here’s the hundred-year-old church. The library is right there. It just, it gave that book so much texture for me. 

GREEN: A lot of the poems in your books are written in persona. So many voices just pop off the page as someone different from you. Does that map-making play into how you develop those characters, or do the voices just speak to you?

KOERTGE: The voices just speak to me. I would never make a map for a poem, or even a book of poems. I do it for the novels, but they’re different. And I’ve only been doing it—I didn’t do it for either of the Shakespeare books—I just sort of didn’t have to. But if I’m thinking that the book is too gossamer, too thin, then I want to get some texture, and the map will almost always do it. 

GREEN: There’s a sense when you’re writing that your head is creating this one little thing, whatever you’re looking at, that’s the eye of the writer, and nothing else exists, so having a textured reality, off-camera so to speak …

KOERTGE: It really is off-camera.

GREEN: Yeah, that’s interesting. Let me backtrack a little bit. How did you get into writing in the first place? When did you know that you wanted to become a writer?

KOERTGE: You know, I didn’t know that I wanted to become a writer. It was almost the only thing that I was any good at. In high school, I was an average looking kid, with an average looking girlfriend, and I played the average clarinet in the average band. But I had an encouraging high school teacher. When I went to college, the first two years were hard, and I’m not really bright, and so I struggled the first two years of college. But then I became an English major and it was better and it was easier for me and I could take creative writing classes. So I would be twenty by that time. When I took creative writing classes and I saw men, especially, interested in poetry, it knocked my socks off. Because in the little town that I’m from, Collinsville, if you were a man and you talked about poetry, somebody would just kick your ass all the way around the football field, because you were a faggot, you were gay, you were queerer than queer. So I went to U of I, which stunned me. I mean, I had fucking hayseeds in my hair; I was such a naïve person. I go to U of I and it’s halls of ivy—I mean, it’s a Big Ten college. So I get in these classes and there are these young men who take poetry seriously and I thought, “Holy crap.” And a teacher there also encouraged me. And when I went to grad school and met Gerry Locklin, he was an enormous influence on me. He took poetry seriously. He’s been pater familias to hundreds of students, and he was to me. I remember, he was writing then—they were called “little magazines” in those days; I didn’t know what an independent magazine was—and I think he showed me Marvin Malone’s Wormwood Review. And, you know, kind of like my story about reading an adult novel and saying, “Oh I could do that,” when I saw the poems in Wormwood Review I said to him, “These are great, they’re funny and they’re dirty.” And he said, “If you want to write a couple and show them to me …” And I wrote a parody of a D.H. Lawrence poem, and he said, “This is hilarious,” then he told me what to do, the self-addressed stamped envelope, and I just did it. I was thrilled; it was thrilling to have poems taken.

GREEN: It sounds like it’s just the thing that you’ve had the most fun with your whole life.

KOERTGE: It was something I enjoyed my whole life. I’ll tell you though, too, there was a little bit of a hanging-onto-a-life-preserver quality. I clung to writing poems, in a way, for something that would keep me afloat, because you can run with poets; you can run with other writers. When I came to L.A., it was a big community. I met Charles Webb, I met Suzanne Lummis, I met Dennis Cooper, I met Amy Gerstler. Amy’s a fucking genius, I love her work. And I was in the mix, you know, in the soup. So, it had meant a lot to me to be able to have something that people at readings thought was fun to listen to, thought was valuable. 

GREEN: Did you ever worry about how to make money?

KOERTGE: I had a teaching job.

GREEN: But before that, did you plan on, “I’m going to be a writer no matter what even if I have to live in the studio apartment in …”

KOERTGE: I never had those thoughts. Isn’t that funny? I don’t plan well, and I was—what’s the old phrase—at sixes and sevens, or between a rock and a hard place, or something—my last semester at graduate school. If I hadn’t gotten the PCC job by chance, I don’t know what I would’ve done. But I did. And I never thought like a writer, in the way that you said, which is, you know, I’ll do it no matter what. Remember I don’t take things seriously.

GREEN: You just couldn’t take it seriously?

KOERTGE: Couldn’t take it seriously. Did you know I wrote for television?

GREEN: No, I didn’t know that, actually. What did you write for?

KOERTGE: Hill Street Blues. Right at the end of the run.

GREEN: Oh, really? Wow.

KOERTGE: Yeah, what a complicated … I’ll try to make this really short.

GREEN: No, people will be interested.

KOERTGE: A trainer of thoroughbreds at Santa Anita turned up at my night poetry class. He’s a really interesting guy, really bright guy. I helped get him into law school in his 40s. So he and I became friends. He was the trainer for David Milch’s horses, David Milch the guy who ran Hill Street. David wanted Darrel to write something but Darrel was way too busy. Darrel took me into Mary Tyler Moore Studios when he talked to David. David wasn’t happy about that; he was really a volatile guy. But long story short, Darrel dropped out and I stayed on. And I stayed on because—those big series, they have the years mapped out, so he didn’t need me for that, and he had really good writers on staff, but what he needed were little bits and pieces. And I remember him saying to me, “Can you think of something we can do in the station? We’ve had a plumber come in, we’ve had a robot, we’ve had this, we’ve had that.” And I said “I’ll see what I can do.” So the new character those last years was—I forget her name, maybe Russo but I forget—the sexy cop, the woman. So I had this little bit where—I remember telling my wife this—they had like a ready-room, where the cops could get snacks and stuff. So my idea was that Russo, the sexy cop, would come over to the snack machine and whenever it saw her it would just ejaculate snacks [Green laughs] because she was so fucking hot. And anybody else, they just kept putting money in. The guy cops would see this happening and they would go try to get a candy bar and beat on it and swear at it. So I went into the Polo Lounge one Saturday or Sunday morning and pitched this thing to David, and it just killed him. He loved it. And on that, I got into that business.

GREEN: Writing for TV is such a collaborative process, right—so did you write a certain scene every once in a while?

KOERTGE: He gave me a show of my own.

GREEN: Oh, really? I always imagined there’s a team, a room full of people …

KOERTGE: Well, there is, and this story is not over. I wasn’t really on the team. I did join the Writers Guild, and I was part of the mix, but I wasn’t in on the writing-room. I had my show, maybe six from the end—everybody knew the series was going to end. They burned through a lot of writers. So I wrote my show, and David helped me. He was very, very bright and enormously generous, and he gave me advice. Then I rewrote it, and I took it into him the final time and he was a really fast reader and he said, “This is terrific.” He said, “But I want you to know, it’s mine now.” You know, “It’s mine.” And I said, “Fine.” So it comes on TV—and I know when, somebody called me from the studio—and maybe less than half of mine was left, and what he had written was way better than what I had—and mine was good. He was just … that’s his reputation, just a fucking genius. He was more volatile before he got sick. He was in the hospital and that made him able to write the Jimmy Smitts dying episode which was just wonderful. And then I was talking to another guy—John Romano was working for Milch. He wrote a very good—do you know the movie The Third Miracle?

GREEN: No.

KOERTGE: You should rent The Third Miracle; it’s Romano’s movie. And I said to him when the series was over, “What do you think I should do?” because John was not crazy or coked up or anything of the sort; he was just a steady, stand-up guy. And he said “You know, Ron, you’re 46; that’s a little old to get into this business.” And he said, “Do you like to teach?” And I said, “Yeah.” He said, “You can write down the center of the page.” That’s a great phrase, isn’t it? He said, “You can do it, but it’s not going to be easy.” And I thought, “Boy, I don’t know.” And I’d made a bunch of money. But I’ve never been too impressed by money. I’ve always had enough. So I didn’t go on; I went back to teaching. I mean, isn’t that odd, though: the trainer, the horses, the poetry class, the Milch connection.

GREEN: Yeah. Well, those things, so much is chance; that’s just how the world works.

KOERTGE: How the world works. And the television job—I mean, friends of mine have a hundred scripts in their closet. They think I’m crazy. They said, “You joined the guild?” I said, “I had to join the guild, I didn’t want to join the guild!” I didn’t particularly. I had to. That’s why people—I give advice to students that they have to go out there; they can’t sit home. But if you do go out and get into parasitic networking shit—boy, that just makes me want to go up in the morning and write all by myself. Because you can feel yourself being used. They shake your hand and look over your shoulder at the next guy, and when they know you know somebody they want you to do them a favor, and it’s just, oh my God.

GREEN: It’s exhausting, too.

KOERTGE: It really is tiring, that’s a great word. I don’t have enough energy for that. I take a nap every day as it is.

GREEN: So what do you have in the works now? What are your plans for the next decade?

KOERTGE: I’ve got a book of flash fiction coming out from Red Hen a year from now. I’m kind of between things at the moment. I’ve made some mistakes and I don’t usually make mistakes. I wrote 80 pages of something that I thought might go to Liz Bicknell, my young adult editor, and every page was a different character’s name and the way he or she died. So everybody in the goddamn book is dead. [Green laughs] There’s no through line. What was I thinking! 

GREEN: Maybe you could have a cricket that’s always watching in the background …

KOERTGE: [laughs] Yeah, exactly. And then—I almost never do this, I did about a hundred pages of a book that—I liked some of it, I liked it enough to work on it, but I got into it and I thought, “Oh no, I’ve made a mistake.” I set it in another foster home with foster parents who are way too much like the ones in Strays; I know where this is going. So what I’ve got left from that is probably 25 pages. I’ve got to throw 75 away. So I’m kind of standing in the doorway at the moment with one leg out, right? Or my fly open. “I’m ready, I’m available!” [Green laughs] 

GREEN: It sounds like you just love writing and do whatever comes to you without worrying too much.

KOERTGE: I tend to do that. And like I said, without being in any sense of the word wealthy, I’ve always had enough money, so I never had to push to get the novel in to get the money to pay the bills. That’s never been necessary. So that’s like backdrop, like background. The money’s there, so I don’t have to worry about that.

GREEN: So it’s about noon—have you written your four pages yet? 

KOERTGE: I did two this morning, I had to go to the dentist, and I’ll do two after you leave. I’m not a good afternoon writer but I’ll drink some coffee or something. And actually what I’m writing now is worth a thousand dollars. It’s a short story for an anthology about secrets. And I’ll get those pages today, and then I’ll go stand in the doorway, you know, wearing an attractive outfit, see if I can’t get the muse to drop by for a little cuddle. [both laugh]

GREEN: That’s great. Thanks so much, Ron, really a pleasure.

KOERTGE: Oh, you’re welcome, thank you.

from Rattle #42, Winter 2013

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April 26, 2014

CONVERSATION BETWEEN
JANE HIRSHFIELD AND ALAN FOX

Culver City, California
April 20th, 2006

Jane Hirshfield is the author of six collections of poetry, including After, Given Sugar, Given Salt (finalist for the 2001 National Book Critics Circle Award, and winner of the Bay Area Book Reviewers Award), The Lives of the Heart, and The October Palace, as well as a book of essays, Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry. She also edited and co-translated The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Komachi & Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan, Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, and Mirabai: Ecstatic Poems. Hirshfield’s other honors include The Poetry Center Book Award; fellowships from the Guggenheim and Rockefeller Foundations, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Academy of American Poets; Columbia University’s Translation Center Award; and the Commonwealth Club of California’s Poetry Medal. (barclayagency.com/hirshfield.html)

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FOX: How did you come to live in this lovely home in Mill Valley?

HIRSHFIELD: I had been living at Green Gulch, in Muir Beach, very near here—[phone rings]

FOX: I will turn this off.

HIRSHFIELD: I should turn mine off too. [laughing, unplugs hard line telephone]

FOX: I was at a dinner—James Ragan had been the head of the Masters of Professional Writing Program at U.S.C. for 25 years and they had a dinner last night. They had a number of speakers including Shelley Berman, who’s one of the teachers there, and Shelley was speaking when my cell phone went off. I think Shelly got one of the biggest laughs of the evening when he looked at me and said, “Take the call.” [both laugh] I put the cell phone under my leg and I turned it off. All right, we were talking about how you were …

HIRSHFIELD: Let me start earlier. I arrived in California in 1974, in a red Dodge van with tie-dyed curtains, as one would do at such a time, and soon went into eight years of formal Zen training. The last place that I lived as a full-time practitioner was Green Gulch Farm, in Muir Beach, just a ridge over from here. I made a very gradual transition back into lay practice life, and didn’t go far. That’s how I ended up here.

FOX: Are you familiar with Spirit Rock, which also isn’t far from here?

HIRSHFIELD: Yes, I edited two of Jack Kornfield’s books.

FOX: Oh! I’m a very good friend of Jack’s.

HIRSHFIELD: Really? Maybe at some other event we’ll say hello then.

FOX: Absolutely. What impact did your Zen practice have on your writing?

HIRSHFIELD: Well, those eight intensive training years were from age 21 to 29, so I can’t really know who I might have become had I not done that. The most honest answer I can give is to say the influence is both complete and unknowable.

FOX: That’s good. When did you start writing?

HIRSHFIELD: As a child. My mother still has one of those big brown sheets of writing paper that they give you in first or second grade, with the wide-spaced blue lines. On it, it says, “I want to be a writer when I grow up.”

FOX: Wow.

HIRSHFIELD: I don’t remember writing or thinking that, only that I was always a lover of words. I read voraciously. I’d choose books over sleep every time.

FOX: And what types of things did you write when you were a child?

HIRSHFIELD: Always poetry. For school I’d write whatever I was asked to, but it was always poems, for myself. I don’t have a narrative mind or aptitude. If you’re a person who wants to investigate the world through language and you don’t tell stories, what’s left is either the essay or poems. I think most deeply through image, the mind-leaps of metaphor, sentences carried by music and tone. Poems suited the ways my mind already liked to move.

FOX: And how did you first get published?

HIRSHFIELD: When I was a senior in college, The Nation magazine started what the next year became The Discovery Awards program, a prize given to four young writers of promise. It still exists. In 1973, it wasn’t yet called that, but I was one of the first four winners, and that meant my first published poem was in The Nation. I didn’t try to publish again for seven or eight years, and during the three monastic years, at Tassajara, in the wilderness inland from Big Sur, I didn’t write at all. We were told to do nothing but practice while there.

FOX: I’m always interested in how people discover whether they’re a poet, as opposed to a personal essayist or a textbook writer, or whatever. Do you have any insight into that process for you?

HIRSHFIELD: It’s hard to have insight into something that feels inevitable. It’s like asking a plum tree why it makes plums. Poetry was what I did. I can, though, say that the desire to write was probably part of the desire, again from earliest childhood, to comprehend my life and the world more deeply. I was a very curious child, but also a child who had to clear a way through a kind of thicket to find my way to myself. My family wasn’t very forthcoming, and I hungered for something, without even knowing what it was. But I knew that a path towards it could be found in poems.

I think two kinds of people become poets. Extroverts who go out and entertain the family friends, and introverts who hide in the bedroom and put what they write under the mattress. Allen Ginsberg, I imagine, was the first kind; I was the second. For me, words were not about pleasing or entertaining others but about creating a place of refuge, where I could find something out about what it means to have and be a self. Scholars say that introspection only became truly possible with the development of writing. Writing allows the self to be set down and looked into, questioned, changed. On those unseen late night pages, I could experiment, I could fail, it didn’t matter. There is an immense freedom to writing for oneself alone. This is something I still feel. I wrote most often in the middle of the night, after everybody else was asleep. It was a way to investigate and craft a self, a soul, undisturbed, unjudged.

The desire for Zen practice must have come from the same rootstock. It’s not so much that poetry and zen influenced each other in my life. They were both ways to try to do the same thing, to know the world and my own experience, to feel and think more deeply, with greater saturation. You develop a craft and a practice in order to make a vessel of yourself that can take you where you want you want to go.

FOX: Mhmm … would you say then you were born into the wrong family or …

HIRSHFIELD: Oh, I could never say that. Every circumstance goes into making a person who he or she is, so how can I question any of it?

FOX: [laughing] So you wouldn’t change anything?

HIRSHFIELD: Well, actually, no. If I want to be who I am, I have to accept every part of what has gone into that, what’s sometimes called the whole catastrophe.

FOX: Absolutely. Could you describe the thicket that you talked about?

HIRSHFIELD: Well, one reason I’m not writing those personal memoirs we talked about earlier is that I’m not inclined toward autobiographical revelation. The poems don’t talk directly about my family. Very few give you any sense of the circumstances of my outer, visible life. The poems come from my life—I think we always speak through and of our own experience—but at the level of the x-ray, perhaps, rather than the nude. I should add that many poets I read with fierce pleasure are autobiographically revealing. It’s just not what I myself do.

FOX: Would you say that the truths that you unearth are universal, personal? Both?

HIRSHFIELD: I’d say there’s no distinction. Where does the universal live except in the particular? There is only the truth of this moment and its manifestations. What I’m talking about is a matter of perspective, not of residence. A good poem’s address is always “here.”

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: In my 2001 book, Given Sugar, Given Salt, there’s a line that appears in two different poems: “You work with what you are given.” And so, as an example of what I’m talking about, in the new book, After, there are some good number of poems that speak about looking out the window at the mountain that’s there, right now, behind your left shoulder. Now, it’s in the poems first as itself, Mt. Tamalpais, which is the first thing I see every morning when I wake up, if it’s light out and there’s not heavy fog. It’s also in the poems as what mountains stand for in the human psyche, and for its instruction to the psyche in what mountains teach. It’s a slope and presence by which I can investigate and question. Other things come in—in one poem, Vilnius and St. Petersburg, in another, a line from Gerard Manley Hopkins, in a third, an imaginary herd of bison. All these things are themselves and are also prism-lights of my own psyche, and perhaps of the reader’s psyche as well. I also feel that through the shared life of poems, mountains in some way can know us. They enter us, when we bring them into words, just as walking in the mountains enters our bodies and changes the strength of our legs, the capacities of our lungs. We aren’t just ourselves, once we have walked those paths—we are also our history of being changed by the mountain. This is interconnected life. Poems are one way we make ourselves more transparent to the fullness of existence.

FOX: It seems to me that you’re very sensitive to your environment. Would that be accurate?

HIRSHFIELD: Yes.

FOX: Can you say more about that?

HIRSHFIELD: [silent for a moment] I’m going to be a tough interview for you. [both laugh] Could you try asking that in some different way?

FOX: Oh sure. What do you like to avoid in the environment?

HIRSHFIELD: Oh, what do I like to avoid? That I can answer. Noise, distraction, superficiality—in other words, the entire contemporary world. [both laugh] And yet, and yet … I’m creeping up on present-day life, or it on me. A little more of the contemporary world enters my work all the time. My early poems drew almost entirely on the imagery of the natural, but in the past two books especially, there’s much more reference to the shared cultural landscape. In Given Sugar, Given Salt, for instance, there’s a line that says “a shopping mall swirls around the corpse of a beetle.” [both laugh] So there you have it. The natural world is still at the center, but a shopping mall has wrapped itself around it. [laughs]

FOX: Would you say this has enhanced your work, or corrupted it?

HIRSHFIELD: Oh, I think expansion is always good. We begin life with a certain set of powers, tools, loves, and one of the tasks of a life is to enlarge that field, until, along with the Roman writer Terence, you can say, “Nothing human is alien to me.”

FOX: Well, even the Dalai Lama is involved in scientific research, I saw him speak in Boston, he works with people at MIT …

HIRSHFIELD: Oh yes, I know some of the people involved in those meetings, and my beloved is a molecular physicist, so … Yes. [laughs]

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: Knowing scientists has unquestionably changed my poems, has given me new images and landscapes and also allowed me to think about things I might not necessarily have been thinking about otherwise.

FOX: And in what ways has that, I’m not going to say transformed your work, but directed it …

HIRSHFIELD: Well again, it’s an expansion of possibility. A new bit of knowledge or vocabulary is an expansion of world. So, for example, in the new book there’s a series of seventeen very short poems, the ones I’ve called pebbles, several of which have some biological context. They’re all very brief, and somewhat recalcitrant, reserved, as a pebble is. As I also like to say of them, they aren’t jokes and they aren’t riddles, but they function a little bit like a joke or riddle in that they aren’t complete until the person receiving them takes them in and has a response. When you throw a pebble into the pond, the ripples are part of the phenomenon.

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: So, to get back to science, among these pebbles, there’s one about global warming, there’s one about tool use in animals, there’s one about evolution and glass. Another poem, “Jasper, Feldspar, Quartzite,” I fact-checked with a friend who’s a geomorphologist, and I suspect that talking with him over the years was what allowed these stones of different nature to come into my work as images.

A poet really needs to know everything. Yet no poet does. So what we find is that Stephen Dunn can write certain poems because he knows gambling and basketball. Pattiann Rogers’s poetry is an encyclopedia of the natural world and its phenomena. Philip Levine’s work is founded on his growing up in Detroit, doing factory work, and coming into adulthood in a community and time where the Spanish Civil War mattered in a deeply personal way. We are given our charges to some degree by our lives, to some degree by our choices. But however it happens, what poets know, or learn, will become the material by which they think and feel. The deep issues of human life are not that many. But the images and stories through which we can approach them are infinite. And every such exploration throws a subtly different light on what it means to be human on this earth.

FOX: So then, I think you’re saying that you can find these truths anywhere, or everywhere, and where you go with it depends upon your own personality?

HIRSHFIELD: That, and a great extent depends also on the circumstances of life you were born to, and on what the world gives you in the course of that life. We were talking before the recorder was turned on about something closely related to this, what for me has been a life-haunting question about how much choice people actually have in what happens to them in their lives.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: Somewhere in each of my books, I’ve noticed, there’s a line or two that considers that question. It haunts me. Anybody reading this, and you and I, sitting in this room—we have some choice. We’re lucky, and we have some choice about our fates. There are many people who have next to none. For them, it takes some great force of world and soul to break through the pressures of non-choice they were born into. It can be done, but it’s rare, and it’s hard.

FOX: Why do you think many or most people have such limited choice, or relatively limited choice?

HIRSHFIELD: Because life is simply too hard. If you’re a child born in the Sudan right now, you don’t have a lot of choice, besides suffering and starvation. One recent poem about this, the last to go into After, too late for any magazine, is “Those Who Cannot Act.” That poem came out of thinking about the tsunami two Christmases ago, which led me to think also about the Iraq war. In the one, no one at all had a choice; in the other, the carnage and vanishment are caused by human decision. Yet many of the people who die in war are as without choice as those villagers and beachgoing tourists who vanished inside the waters. There’s a much-repeated sentence from Aeschylus’s Oresteia, “Those who act must suffer, suffer into truth.” But that is the protagonist’s perogative. The tragic hero will die but so will the chorus. Many people, most, suffer without the catharsis of meaning. The poem is for them. It ends mid-sentence, broken off, as lives do, every day, in Iraq, in the Sudan, in New Orleans, in Indonesia, in Kashmir.

FOX: Yes, yes.

HIRSHFIELD: And I think that those of us who do have some choice have a deep responsibility to those who don’t.

FOX: Say more about that.

HIRSHFIELD: We have the responsibility of doing whatever we can to alter those circumstances, whether by writing about it directly or indirectly, or donating, or volunteering, or political activism—again there’s a full spectrum of possibility, and all parts of that are necessary. But also, I think, there’s a responsibility to make, of these lucky lives we’ve been given, what we can.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: Not to throw them away, because so much opportunity is given to leave the world better. And to know joy. Simply to know joy. You mentioned the Dalai Lama earlier, and one of his central teachings is that happiness matters. Perhaps you have to be the Dalai Lama, a person who has known exile and the dismantling of country, a person who has spent a lifetime in a practice that originated in the recognition of suffering to say that and not be taken as a simpleton. And, of course, one corollary of a joyous heart is that it allows some chance of behaving better, of acting out of richness and generosity rather than selfishness, grasping, and fear.

FOX: And yet there are many people who are not born in the Sudan, who feel themselves victims, and they have no choice, because things happen to them …

HIRSHFIELD: Something I wrote in one of my essays may speak to that question. It’s in my mind because it was quoted recently, first in something called the Little Zen Calendar, and then by the director of an Episcopalian church, whom I was told used it in her Easter Sunday sermon. The sentence was “Habit, fear, and laziness conspire to keep us in the realm of the deeply familiar.” There are forces of inertia in the soul, and there are forces of awakening in the soul, and for each of us, that’s one of the very few places of choice—which way we turn—towards inertia and the comfortable habitual or towards the unknown, frightening permeability of awakened heart. To make one choice in that realm rather than another, even in the smallest way, will change a life. There’s an eight-line, early poem I love by the Greek poet Cavafy. The title is an Italian quote, from Dante, “Che Fece … Il Gran Rifiuto.” And the poem begins, “For some people the day comes when they have to declare the great Yes, or the great No.” That is a life-changing poem, I think.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: I can give you the rest of it if you’d like.

FOX: Yes, please, absolutely.

HIRSHFIELD: [laughs] This is Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard’s first translation. They revised it, but I like the first one better:

For some people the day comes
when they have to declare the great Yes
or the great No. It’s clear at once who has the Yes
ready within him; and saying it,

he goes from honor to honor, strong in his conviction.
He who refuses does not repent. Asked again,
he’d still say no. Yet that no—the right no—
drags him down all his life.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: I love the poem both for its reminder of the possibility of declaring a great Yes and a great No, and also for the koan held by the phrase “the right no.” What does that mean, “the right no drags him down all his life”? Sometimes I think it means one thing and sometimes I think it means the other. For me it’s a question you can weigh a life against.

FOX: That’s, to me, another central issue which you touched on before, death versus superficiality …

HIRSHFIELD: Yes.

FOX: Most people it seems to me are into superficiality … cocktail parties. What are you supposed to do?

HIRSHFIELD: A cocktail party is an almost untenable set of circumstances to navigate. [laughs] You find one person and go in a corner with them, or else you circulate and pretend you’re someone else. Someone who enjoys cocktail parties. Sometimes you even fool yourself. [laughs]

FOX: Yeah. Why is it though, that death, intimacy, seems to be something which most of us avoid?

HIRSHFIELD: Well, to be truly vulnerable is terrifying, isn’t it? It’s to put yourself at risk for devastation and abandonment and ridicule, experiences we all had as young children on a regular basis, from our peers, from our family, from our siblings. To live exposed in this world is hard, and to be willing to be permeated by that pain, rather than try to avoid it, takes immense courage, effort, and energy. There’s another poem that’s been central to my life that talks exactly about this question, written by the Japanese woman poet Izumi Shikibu around 1000 A.D. I first came across it when I was translating The Ink Dark Moon. Mariko Aratani, my co-translator, was the language expert on the team, giving me the literal possibilities for the Japanese words. I’d then go off and work on the poems by myself. With this one, it was strange—I had the words, I had the grammar, and I knew the poem meant something, but I simply couldn’t figure it out. And so it lay there, inert on the page. Then suddenly, I understood it. And from that time on, it changed my life, in the way of exactly this question you’re asking: can we become intimate with devastation, can we face the full spectrum of our own lives and deaths? Here it is:

Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.

Shikibu is saying that if you wall up your house so tightly that no cold wind will get in—nothing difficult, nothing painful, no grief, no loss, no sorrow, no rage—you’ll be very safe, but you’ll also wall out the moonlight, which in Japanese poetry can mean all beauty, and also the fullness of love, and also the fullness of enlightenment, of deep awakening. Thirty-one syllables in the Japanese, and Shikibu put into words a touchstone for a life.

FOX: Sounds like a much better sound bite than what we see on television today.

HIRSHFIELD: Just so. You know, there’s something to ponder about poetry and sound bites. Sound bites interest me not least because, as you can already tell from this interview, I’m not very good at making them in ordinary conversation. Prose sound bites, thought sound bites, come hard for me. And yet what is a poem except a sound bite? A piece of knowledge, infinitely complex, somehow compressed down to a few words that can cast light about them in all directions.

Good poems show what a sound bite could be, as opposed to the slogans we get from our current politicians, which, besides being so often brazenly lies, are also thought-deadening, compassion-deadening, heart-deadening. This administration gives us the sound bite of a blindfold over the eyes and cotton in the ears; their adamance is deafening and blinding. But they’re memorable. Try, with all we’ve seen since, remembering this one—Bush, in his first campaign, saying “I’m a uniter, not a divider.” The bitter memorability of that phrase, I’m sorry to say, sits at poetry’s door. It’s the music that makes it stick.

FOX: Well exactly. Why is it that there seems to be such a large appeal to those kind of sound bites and, at least in this country, a much lower popularity of the deeper …

HIRSHFIELD: Habit, laziness, and fear, it must be. I do think that it is difficult for human beings to wake up. If it were easy we’d all have done it already. It’s difficult to attend to the subtle, to look past the immediate, to think and question and go against the ease of self-interest, the ease of turning away and letting others deal with the difficult. And I’m not sure that this country and culture is worse than most. Fifth century B.C. Greece, it could be, was better, but compared to most times and places in civilization’s history, we’re probably more awake. Just not enough. Especially given the exponential increase of effect we have, with all our technology. But how do we change? There’s the question.

FOX: It seems to me that the best an individual can do is to be true to him or herself, really without proselytizing, per se.

HIRSHFIELD: I agree. The poetry of propaganda is just another blindfold.

FOX: To me, it’s kind of like catching a feather—if you go after it you chase it away, and if you wait it might land, and it might not.

HIRSHFIELD: Yes. And certain people demonstrate this as a possibility for others. Czeslaw Milosz. Gandhi. A more mixed case, perhaps, Simone Weil. And it is contagious.

FOX: Well, hopefully … You mentioned you travel a lot. Could we talk about that?

HIRSHFIELD: Oh, it’s not that interesting. [Fox laughs] I do a lot of poetry readings and they involve many airplanes.

FOX: Yes. [waits]

HIRSHFIELD: Ok, with this new book just out, let me see if I can reconstruct this … it’s now mid-April, and since January I’ve been in Florida, New Jersey, all over California, Maryland, upstate New York, Massachusetts, Indiana, Virginia, Oregon, and I’m about to go down to L.A … Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just this moment realizing that if you’d known I was coming down to L.A. you wouldn’t have had to come up here. I’m going to the LA Times Book Festival.

FOX: Oh!

HIRSHFIELD: I’m so sorry, it was added after this interview was already set up, it must have been, or we’d be doing this there, wouldn’t we?

FOX: Well, this is a nicer environment. Do you like to do readings?

HIRSHFIELD: One of the great surprises of my life is that the girl putting her poems under the mattress, who spent three years at a Zen monastery in silence, a person who was introverted, shy, and timid, has somehow, by poetry, turned into a person not only able to speak with strangers, but able to find in that some real pleasure … Two nights ago I gave a reading for 400 people, at the Portland Arts and Lectures Series, and it actually felt intimate. It felt like being present with people in some deep and connected way.

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: I don’t think this would have been imaginable to me when I gave my first readings—hands shaking, voice trembling, wishing only to be anywhere else. But, again, we were talking before about how life wants to expand your perimeters. I think it also wants to counter your inborn tendencies. If I’d been born an outward-turned person, perhaps I would have had to get myself thrown in jail for a few years, until I learned to quietly study the self.

Anyhow, it’s interesting that the path of going out and being physically present and saying the poems on the voice, into the ear, has become so central a part of poetry’s life in American culture. It’s almost a return to a bardic, oral tradition. Spoken poetry may be the main way that many people know poetry at all, though I’m also fairly certain more books are being bought now as well. People are hungry for what poetry has to offer. And part of that hunger is for intimacy with depth and with grief and with the serious, what you were speaking of earlier. It’s for being in a room where something real is said aloud without cynicism or glitz or commercial purpose, and where something happens between and among living people. It’s different from the experience of entering a poem on the page. I wouldn’t want to lose either, and not only because if I needed to hear Emily Dickinson read in person before I could appreciate her poems, I might have to wait a long time. For me, poetry on the page has been one of the great friendships of my life. Look at the company available, right on this bookshelf … Dickinson. Basho. Dante. With an attuned inner ear, you can hear the poems as if they were speaking directly to you. But for many people to hear poems outwardly spoken is a necessary point of entry. We all have friends who don’t know or care much about poetry. Yet if at the right moment a poem is said to them, they are completely taken inside the experience. Which of course is why poems are still read at weddings and at funerals.

FOX: Mhmm, mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: This is my answer to the question, “Is poetry still alive?” As long as poems are read at weddings and funerals, and exchanged between lovers, and given to people in times of duress, poetry is doing its work. And all the rest is a kind of scaffold to support the endeavor, so it can be there at the moments it’s needed.

FOX: I’m thinking that you can experience so much intimacy at a reading because your audience is able to enter into the experience without being exposed, and so they can really feel as one with you and with the other people there.

HIRSHFIELD: Well, that’s right. It’s such an ancient human thing, isn’t it? Go back to the Greek tragedies, Homer, Beowulf, traditional griots. People sitting together in a hall or an ampitheater or around a fire, listening to somebody set forth what it is to be human, in interesting and memorable ways. Participating in that ritual and shared vision is how culture is made and preserved, and how certain qualities of being are created and transmitted, one generation to the other. And consider what it means for people to be in a room together, paying attention to something. That in itself has an effect, very different from the passivity of watching television. Though I have to confess, there are moments when there’s nothing I want more than to sit watching television, to escape myself and my life. Still, too much television leaves the feeling of overdose. You can take a vacation for awhile, but then it’s like being in a room that’s too hot—you suddenly need to throw open the windows or go outside and roll in the snow.

FOX: I’m thinking that the fear of being intimate is perhaps the fear of losing one’s individual identity.

HIRSHFIELD: [silent a while] I have no doubt that you’re right, and yet … To lose your individual identity is one of the most profound things a human being can do. And it’s something we seek out continually, isn’t it, whether by mind-altering substances or going to a concert. I have no question that falling out of the self is one of the deepest pleasures of music, that we enter into music in order to become it and no longer ourselves. And yet you are also right that this is terrifying to people. My maternal grandfather, who was a Rosicrucian for a while, and the only person in my family with an interest in mysticism, told me a story when I was a child. He had been given anaesthesia, and as he went under, he said, his mind traveled out into the universe, into the vast blackness of the universe, until all he saw was a single point of light which he understood as the beginning of all time and all space. Now, I thought that sounded extraordinary, absolutely wonderful. For him, it was so frightening that he never consented to full anaesthesia again. Every operation after that was done under only a local.

FOX: Wow.

HIRSHFIELD: So, what do we make of this? I can’t make anything of it. What to one person is an ecstatic gnosis, to another is a hell-realm.

FOX: You learn in the third or fourth grade to find the lowest common denominator. To simplify. And simplistically, to me, it seems that life will end in disaster, relationships will end in disaster, if nothing more than death, illness, or separation. That is a given.

HIRSHFIELD: Yes.

FOX: So you might as well have the moonlight, because you’re going to have the destruction anyway. [laughs]

HIRSHFIELD: So true—everything we love will be taken from us. But you know, in order to enter the attitude you’re describing, you need to be willing to lose it all right now, this very moment. That’s the only way to stop clinging. And it’s the clinging that narrows us.

FOX: Uh-huh …

HIRSHFIELD: The same principle, I think, can be seen in many aspects of a life. For instance, in the writing of poems—if you aren’t willing to risk making a fool of yourself, you’ll never write anything good. To enter what you didn’t know before is to risk a kind of death. You have to be willing to make terrible errors in order to do anything new, different, unfamiliar. Every time, every moment. You know, I have a deep compassion for all this fearfulness and hesitancy. There’s a great deal of both in me. It makes perfect sense. Evolution gives us two basic modes of being. One mode is self-preservation and the other is seeking, and some balance between the two is going to decide your fate. And I think my whole course as a human being has been a navigation between those two things. Because I really am a terrible coward, yet I have not wanted the narrow life that comes with cowardice.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: From our conversation earlier, I’d say that you are courageous by nature. That you come naturally to what for me has been a struggle.

FOX: Well, I think there are different areas of timidity or fear. And, for myself, where I’ve been most successful in life is where I just don’t have fear. But I’m certainly afraid of relationships or vulnerability. I’m fearful of physical pain, and that, that’s big.

HIRSHFIELD: Yes, it is.

FOX: So would you say for yourself that there are certain areas you have a large fear and other areas you have not very much?

HIRSHFIELD: Well, you know how they can take puppies and test them for their nature?

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: I’m sorry to say that I was probably the timid puppy. [laughs] What’s interesting, I suppose, is that something else in my nature caused me to hammer against that condition. This goes once again to the question of how much we can change in our lives. Here, I think, the pivot point is, do you feel your life as malleable clay or do you feel only “That’s the hand I was dealt”? My good luck is that, given the hand I was dealt, I also felt my life to be malleable clay.

FOX: There’s a movie, The Last Samurai, with a Japanese man who played the samurai. He was writing a poem about cherry blossoms, and at the end of the film, as he’s dying, he finds the end of the poem, “They are all perfect.”

HIRSHFIELD: This is also, of course, one of the central teachings of certain schools of Buddhism: You’re already a Buddha, so you might as well act like one. And everything that happens is the perfection of what happens, including the losses, the pain and suffering, the death, and also the joy. It’s never too late to awaken—you can recognize the perfection of things even at the moment of death. There’s a remarkable haiku by Issa—

On a branch
floating downriver,
a cricket singing.

I think that this is a perfect portrait of life in seventeen syllables [in the Japanese]. You’re going to go over the waterfall, but you are here, now, a cricket, and so what do you do? You sing.

FOX: I’m thinking that … we all have the ability to be the cricket, in fact we are, and yet I’m thinking of the line from E.E. Cummings’ “Everyone Lived in a Pretty How Town,” which is, “down they forgot as up they grew.” It takes a lot of intention and work to delve into that which we knew.

HIRSHFIELD: Yes, yes it does. And I think that is one central role of poetry, especially in this culture and at this time. Historically, poems have done lots of different work—the work of lullaby, of prayer, of love song, of elegy, of work song … unfortunately, also of war song. Poetry is a concentration of language that permits transformation. Poems enable you to do or know something you couldn’t have done or known in the same way without them. In contemporary American culture, all the arts, and particularly poetry, have as a central task the work of paying attention to whatever the mainstream culture ignores or dismisses. Now a great deal of our current mainstream culture is asking us to deaden ourselves—to close heart, eyes, mouth, to thicken skin, to stay inside a perimeter of consuming and protecting. Art’s example reminds us that it is possible to develop an awakened and courageous and indecorous soul, in the face of a world that mostly asks us to be obedient sheep.

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: Who was it who said … a French poet … “There is another world and it is in this one.” Paul Eluard. Good poetry reminds us that that other world exists, and that we can find our way into it.

FOX: I’m thinking of the Zen joke about the brigands who attack the Zen community and they’re looking for the gold, and they finally … do you know the joke?

HIRSHFIELD: I’m not sure. Keep going.

FOX: Well they finally accost the Zen leader, and the chief robber puts a sword to his throat and says, “Where’s the gold?” And the Buddhist monk just looks at him. Again the robber says, “Where’s the gold, don’t you realize that I have the ability to kill you?” And the Buddhist says, “Don’t you realize that I have the ability to let you kill me?”

HIRSHFIELD: Oh, yes! There’s also the wonderful story about a Zen master who comes home and finds that his little meditation hut has been ransacked and everything’s been taken, only a single pot is left, and he runs after the thief, “Wait, wait, you forgot something, take this!” [both laugh]

FOX: That’s reminiscent of the line from Les Miserables where the priest says, You forgot to take the candle sticks …

HIRSHFIELD: Yes, and then another Japanese poem, “Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.” That one’s on my refrigerator. Masahide.

FOX: I’m thinking again about choice. I sometimes think that there is no choice. If I took a pebble and let go of it with my hand it would drop, and we can predict that, and we could tell you how fast it’s going to go, and if it would bounce. So, to the extent that we are creatures of a universe with rules—the rule of gravitation, whatever—then don’t we inevitably have to just drop like the pebble, according to our nature and the nature of the universe? No choice at all.

HIRSHFIELD: It’s the old problem of free will versus determinism.

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: You know, much as I care about this question of choice in people’s lives, I myself find the free will/determinism question simply not useful. You know, it’s one way or the other and it actually doesn’t much matter which is “true,” because our experience is that we have to figure it out.

FOX: Mhmm.

HIRSHFIELD: That even if whatever we end up deciding to do is inevitable, even if we could never have done anything else, part of that is still the experience of struggling with it, and our sense is that in any moment we could do one thing or we could do another. If I were a proper Zen master, right now, I’d take my teacup and pour the tea over my head and walk out. And thus exhibit something relevant, perhaps, to this kind of discussion. The thought crosses the mind. The tea is cool enough. Not being that dramatic, or a Zen master, I probably won’t do it. But here, have a macaroon. [both laugh] I’ll have one too.

FOX: Well this is either—

HIRSHFIELD: An inevitable macaroon?

FOX: Absolutely. Because it is, of course.

HIRSHFIELD: [laughs] Does it still taste sweet?

FOX: Yes.

HIRSHFIELD: I hope you like macaroons.

FOX: Yes, I do. [both laugh] Well, you said this would be a difficult interview, but I like what you say, it’s important, it’s touching, it’s um …

HIRSHFIELD: Thank you. No, I’m only difficult when people start asking me personal questions. I just don’t answer them for the most part. [laughs]

FOX: When you’re writing a poem, don’t you have to go where it leads you, rather than where you want to force it to go?

HIRSHFIELD: Absolutely. I’ve never once written a poem by will power. I can’t do it.

FOX: Ah, good. See that comes back to choice also, are you going to impose your will on the universe or are you going to just discover what is there?

HIRSHFIELD: I’ve always wanted to discover. It is the only thing I’ve wanted. Everything else in my life stems from that. What is this life, this moment, and how fully can I know it? And the interesting thing is that if you pursue those questions, astonishments step forward, and you find things that you never would have guessed were there to be found. I think this is true for any inch of ground, looked at with the mind of open awareness. There’s the famous story about E.O. Wilson, the entomologist, in his office at Harvard. There’s a plant in the corner. He looks at the plant and discovers a new species of ant. [both laugh] Anyone else would have thought, “Ants! Get the Raid!” But because it’s E.O. Wilson, it’s, “Ants … What have we here?” and then, “Write a paper!” You just have to open your eyes.

FOX: Do you ever reach the point of wondering, why write anymore?

HIRSHFIELD: In one way, finishing every poem feels that way, for me. It’s done, and my life’s work is over. At that moment I never know whether I’m going to write another. And I’ve had in my writing life many periods of extended silence, during which months might go by between poems. Some day those months might extend into years. So far that hasn’t happened. And so far the silences, I think, have all been deeply necessary for my psyche and my unfolding. One gift these periods of sequestration seem to give is that when I begin to write again, the poems have usually changed. They know something new, because I haven’t been reinforcing old patterns, old subjects.

FOX: So what you’re saying is that you can’t successfully force yourself to write?

HIRSHFIELD: That’s right. I can’t. I sometimes feel like I’m the last poet in America who’s not writing a poem every day. [laughs] It seems that everybody else has taken up William Stafford’s practice of writing a poem every day before breakfast. But, as I say when this question comes up in public, I’m the poet with the bad work ethic. There are times when I do write every day, but there are many more times when I don’t. I write so terribly badly when I have nothing to say that, as Emily Dickinson used to say, “It would embarrass my dog.” [both laugh] And my dog’s been dead eight years [Fox laughs] and she’d still be embarrassed. And that then depresses me, and I really do feel, “Why write anymore?” I don’t want my relationship to poetry to be dutiful. Poetry is not obligatory, it’s not work. It’s an inner request far subtler and deeper than that.

FOX: Well it seems to me that you’ve become very comfortable with yourself. And perhaps that’s one reason you’re comfortable with an audience, whereas perhaps you wouldn’t have been years ago.

HIRSHFIELD: I think that’s a very astute insight. One of the lists in Buddhism—Buddhism is full of lists—is the Five Great Fears: fear of death, fear of madness, fear of pain, fear of loss of livelihood, and fear of public speaking. [both laugh] It’s pretty universal that human beings are nervous about standing up and talking in front of others. Forgive me if this is reductionist evolutionary psychology, but the antelope who stands out from the herd is the one who is eaten by lions.

FOX: Mhmm, yes.

HIRSHFIELD: And so there is a real and genuine protectiveness of self in not being seen. The paradox though is that the cost of that self-protection is a diminished life.

FOX: Ah, absolutely. That’s a good place to stop.

from Rattle #26, Winter 2006

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March 5, 2014

CONVERSATION BETWEEN
FRANCESCA LIA BLOCK AND ALAN FOX

Culver City, California
March 17th, 2013

Francesca Lia Block is the author of many books, including the best-selling young adult crossover classic Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books and her most recent adult novel for St. Martin’s Press, The Elementals. She is also the author of several collections of poetry, most recently Open Letter to Quiet Light (Manic D. Press, 2009). Block is the recipient of the 2005 Margaret A. Edwards Lifetime Achievement Award from the American Library Association, and the 2009 Phoenix Award from the Children’s Literature Association. Her work has been translated into seven different languages and is published around the world. A Los Angeles native, Block teaches at UCLA extension, Antioch University and privately. (www.francescaliablock.com)

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FOX: This is Alan and Daveen and Tim with Francesca Lia Block on St. Patrick’s Day, 2013. You’ve been quoted as saying, “Art heals, love heals.” Could you say something about that?

BLOCK: That’s sort of the theme that shows up in all of my work, whether I intend it to or not. My father was a painter, my mom was also very much involved in the arts, so that was a huge part of my background. But then I also discovered how it got me through some difficult times; the writing got me through some difficult times as a person. And I think “love heals” is just something that is so basic to me and just has always been a huge part of my life and my family. So, again, I don’t set out to write books that demonstrate these things but they continually do. And then there will be times in my life where I lose a bit of faith and that may be reflected in the work, but ultimately I still think that I believe those.

FOX: When you say that art heals, are you talking about the creation or the enjoyment of art, or both?

BLOCK: Well, for me personally, it’s been the process of being a writer, of writing, and I see that so much in my students, how they seem to benefit from just the self-expression, so I’ve been looking at it mostly from that point of view. And a book called The Midnight Disease by Alice W. Flaherty, which talks about how she was a neurologist and she had a terrible tragedy and then she just started writing and she couldn’t stop with this—“hypergraphia,” they called it. So I really was interested in what happens in the brain when you write. But now I’m getting also interested in how the reader is transformed by the experience, and I started thinking about how that—I have felt a lot of solace from reading, too, but I haven’t had quite the same immediate transformation of emotion that I get as a writer. But I’ve been reading a book called Wired for Story by Lisa Cron and it talks about how the brain is wired to need story as a healing tool—not just the writer but the reader. So I think as a teacher it can be really helpful to have my students, and as a writer myself, look at what it’s triggering in the reader, not only in your own writing of it.

FOX: With your students, how do you do that mechanically, do you have a class every month or … ?

BLOCK: I teach a weekly UCLA extension and then I teach a residency at Antioch and then I teach every other week private classes. So I have a few different ones going on.

FOX: And what is the most important thing you can offer students?

BLOCK: I think—there are all the little technical things that I can give them but I think anyone can give them those things, or a book. I don’t think that I have any special magic for them that way; what I think my strength is maybe would be getting to know them personally, especially the ones who are able to open to me a little bit more emotionally, and then kind of find out what the soul of their project is and guide them toward that in some way. So it’s kind of a very individual process working with each person, and I think that is hopefully my strength, really targeting who they are and what it is they need to say, what’s the most important thing they need to say and how to bring that out of the story that’s already knocking on the door.

FOX: What kind of genres do your students tend to write in?

BLOCK: I get all kinds. I do teach one young adult class at UCLA but I also teach Novel 1, 2, and 3 and I teach—at Antioch they’re actually writing a lot of adult or crossover stuff. But I tend to get some magical realist writing, because a lot of my writing is that, and coming of age stuff. But I’ve had all kinds: literary fiction, horror, fantasy. It runs the gamut pretty much.

FOX: Talking about love—I remember the movie Carnal Knowledge years ago started with a black screen and two guys are talking and one was saying, “Is it better to love or to be loved?” Which would you find more appealing?

BLOCK: [laughs] Well, I think both are nice. My higher self would just say, “Oh, to love,” but my lonely single mom self might argue with that a little! So I think both, but I think ultimately my love for my children, which is the most pure love I’ve ever experienced—that’s all about me loving them, and I think that’s the highest form I’ve ever experienced of it.

FOX: You know we’re doing an issue of single parent authors. How do you find the intersection of being a writer and a single parent?

BLOCK: I think being a parent, whether single or not, and being a writer at the same time can be challenging in a number of ways. One is just the time that I need, and having them by myself all week definitely can be challenging, especially when they were little. And then I guess not having that person to share the experience with on a daily basis. I find parenting very challenging and I’ve really found writing to be one of the easier things in my life. However, there are times certainly where the negative review or the feeling that I’m not being seen or understood in the way I want to or whatever—I think just having that person on a daily basis to share that with is probably the thing that I miss the most, I guess.

FOX: Do you share your writing with anyone else before you send it out?

BLOCK: I don’t really. I used to share it with my mom. She passed away a few years ago and we were so so close, so I really noticed that emptiness when I lost her. And then I have an agent and two amazing editors now who will read it as I’m working, which is very helpful, but they’re really the only ones. But I always tell my students it’s so important to have somebody, because you can be just doing this in a vacuum, and I think one of the best reasons to share it is that you can have so much psychological insight into someone else’s work but maybe not in your own. I think sometimes each book is a journey to figure out a particular psychological issue I’m dealing with and if I have that outside perspective sometimes it will become clear.

FOX: You’re known for young adult books, I guess. What appeals to you about writing for that audience?

BLOCK: You know, I never really considered myself necessarily a young adult author—I was sort of put into that category—but one wonderful thing about it is that I have met some lovely young people who have grown up with the books and I feel very honored to have that. But I will say I’m intrigued with, not necessarily the genre of YA, but that age of very late teens and early twenties; it’s a time I’m fascinated by and I continue to turn to my own experiences at that time. I believe everybody has an age they identify with throughout their life no matter how old they are and for me it’s sort of around that time, seventeen, eighteen. That’s when my dad first got sick and I went away to college and there was a lot of hurt and trauma, but also there was a possibility and a sense of the imagination, because you’re still quite close to childhood when anything is possible in your imagination and you kind of shut that down. So I find that age really interesting.

FOX: You wrote your first book at Berkeley. How did that work, going to college and writing a book?

BLOCK: Well, I was taking writing classes and I sort of had my work that I thought was my serious work. I was writing more poetry actually, and short stories. But then I had this idea for a book that I was just doing purely for myself, for my own comfort, and I would just walk home from school and sort of tell myself this story—which is as a little child what I would do, just walk in circles in my backyard telling myself stories out loud [laughs] and it was just a continuation. And that was the book, surprisingly to me, that was picked up first and it’s still the thing I’m most known for.

FOX: Yes. It’s interesting, because many writers, their favorite book or two are not the public’s favorite.

BLOCK: Yeah, exactly. In fact, The Elementals that I published most recently is sort of the book that I’ve been trying to write for the whole time and I mean, we’ll see, maybe it will gain ground, but it’s definitely—when people meet me they say, “Oh, Weetzie Bat!” and there’s a lot of others that I feel more strongly about. But I’m grateful, because that character opened the door for all the possibilities of publishing that I’ve had, really.

FOX: Sure, absolutely. You also write poetry. Why poetry?

BLOCK: Poetry is my first love, my first passion that had to do with writing. I grew up—my mom wrote poetry. It was around in the house. My parents would read it, too. My father would read it to my mother while I was in utero. It was a very huge part of our lives. And I remember they got me a subscription to American Poetry Review when I was maybe twelve and I just thought it was so amazing—Denise Levertov and Audre Lorde, so that was a big thing. And then I went to UC Berkeley and that’s what I focused on with my education. And I was reading a lot of the modernist poets and I think that’s what, in a funny way, influenced Weetzie Bat more than anything else, was reading that poetry at the time, even though of course it’s a far cry from Elliot and Pound [laughs], which is what I was kind of obsessed with for a while.

FOX: Your children are eleven and thirteen?

BLOCK: They’re ten and twelve right now.

FOX: Have they read anything you’ve written?

BLOCK: Well, I’m currently writing a book for my son and they’ve read parts of that and it’s a sort of humorous, more male-oriented kind of voice. But besides that, they’re interested; they’ll ask me what the stories are, but my daughter has picked up two and one she put down and said, “I’m not ready for this,” which is really interesting—this was a couple of years ago; I think she would be now. And one other one she loved, but it was a little younger. So it was interesting that she sort of self-monitored and just felt like, “Nah, I’m not really comfortable with that.” But there’s some of my stuff that I think they will be really uncomfortable with as they get older and so hopefully they’ll just shut it out and not pay attention to it. [laughs] I remember there was one—I have a book of erotic stories—it was this little purple book; when she was a baby she was obsessed with the color purple so she would walk around holding this little book, and it was really cute and it was like “I never really want you to read that one!” [laughs]

FOX: [laughs] I can understand that. What part of your writing calls upon you to go the deepest in yourself? The young adult books, the poetry … ?

BLOCK: Well, the poetry is the most direct channel to what I’m feeling. If I’m feeling an agitation or upset or anything, I can go straight to a poem and I can feel that emotion literally just channeling out of my body into the poem and I feel lighter. And I’m not saying that the poems are so great—I don’t know how they translate to other people necessarily, but it’s a very cathartic experience in a very immediate way. The books, the YA books, now have become more of my job, so the challenge for me every time is to find the deep story in the book that—maybe the publisher has sort of given me an idea they want or maybe I came up with an idea because I knew it would probably sell but I didn’t feel deeply compelled to tell it, so how can I then find the truth for me currently? And that is where sometimes that mentor or that person that can look at it and go, “Oh, maybe it’s not about that, maybe it’s about this,” the thing that I’m currently—or I have to do it myself since I don’t have my mom. And then the adult books are really my biggest interest now, and for instance The Elementals was the book I felt like I had to write—there was no one telling me to write it, I just had wanted to write it forever. And there’s going to be another one for St. Martin’s that’s adult that’s similar in my feeling compelled to write it. But usually that gets put on the back burner because there’s so many other things that I have to get done.

FOX: Sounds like a bit of a contest between art and commercial, getting money to live on.

BLOCK: Yeah, exactly. And I think I came to teaching late and I wish now that I sort of started earlier and pursued that path more. I love it and also I think there’s something to be said for having that regular job to rely on so that you’re not having to constantly hustle creatively. Even though I’m very honored and grateful that I get to do that, it can be draining in terms of, how do you produce two or three books a year and still keep the quality up? So it’s been challenging. I’m trying to balance it out by doing the teaching more and luckily with this new editor the young adult books are a pretty solid thing. The adult books not so much, the poetry not at all … of course. [laughs] Unfortunately.

FOX: You were talking about finding your truth. Would it be fair to say that truth heals? You know, we go around all the time being sociable and not wanting to offend people and masking the truth …

BLOCK: Absolutely. I like to say to my classes that we all go around, like you said, pretending that we’re all okay, and I say that really we’re not—we’re all human so we’re struggling. And you have to be brave to just say, “I’m not okay,” you know, “This is what I’m going through.” So I hadn’t thought of it exactly like that but I think that’s true that to get to that place of healing the art has to address those truths of emotion. Even if you don’t yet understand exactly what’s going on beneath the surface of it, if it’s just raw emotion, that’s still a place to start, I think.

FOX: And then how do you convert that to art?

BLOCK: Well, that’s where I think all those tools come in. Especially at UCLA extension I get a lot of students who are very interested in the techniques and I think that’s so important. You want to show not tell, you want to have your conflicts, you want to have your arc, descriptive language, you want to have all those things—but, again, that’s the stuff they can learn. What they have to come in with is the emotional content or the story—not even so much the structure of the story but just the feeling of the story, the emotion. And not all of them necessarily are in touch with that, but the ones that are, even if they don’t know the techniques, I always know they can write a strong piece. I feel very confident that they can learn basic stuff and convert that raw emotion into something with form.

FOX: What are some of your truths that you like to pass on to your children?

BLOCK: Good question. I think just expressing your feelings, not bottling them, being able to express yourself. Being kind and respectful and loving but even more important in some way is when you’re not, being able to ask forgiveness and acknowledge your own mistakes. I think what I’ve learned in parenting more than anything is how to repair rather than how to avoid the hurts, because there are these hurts, so it’s about repairing them. I think that’s a big thing in our house really. And then the clichés of following your heart and being true to yourself and your own path. I was really lucky with my parents to have them say, “You can be an artist,” and encouraging me and not shutting down that dream. I mean, there’s so many, but those are the ones that come to mind first.

FOX: How do you elicit, as much as you can, truth from your students—their truth?

BLOCK: It’s tricky because there’s some who just come with their hearts open and it’s such a pleasure to work with them, and there’s a few, not too many, who are very closed. I’ve just recently been dealing with somebody who’s so closed and very angry and I keep trying to do all these little techniques with warmth or charm or strength or whatever, and it just doesn’t work. [laughs] So I think that’s my lesson to learn, that some people are just not going to be responsive. However, I think that I can model it. I think that’s the most I can do. I can come and express my vulnerability, my struggles, and usually that will then make them comfortable to open up themselves.

FOX: Do you find the process of growing up scary?

BLOCK: Yes. I think it still is! [laughs] I think it always is. I know that I had a particularly difficult time in my early teens, just with a lot of the sort of classic self-esteem, body issues, self-image stuff. Then it got more challenging, because right as I was about to leave for school my dad got sick, and that whole relationship was so important to me. And then I think even in my twenties when we’re considered adults I felt so lost in a lot of ways. So I think the great thing about that is there’s so much material for writing—as that great Flannery O’Connor quote goes, “Anyone who survived childhood has enough material to write for the rest of his or her life.” [Fox laughs] So I think there’s something to be said for that. I say to my students, “Anytime anything bad happens to you”—I always at least go, “Material, material!” [laughs]

FOX: That’s true. I think transitions are the most difficult and that’s a very big transition. If you’re lucky enough to go to college that’s part of the transition but then you get out of college and you’re supposed to get a job, earn money, support yourself, family … that’s kind of scary.

BLOCK: It’s so scary. I think now even more than when I was growing up, with the whole economy. So I think a lot about my kids and trying to—so many people I know now are struggling with this because they’re looking ahead to their kids’ futures and thinking, “I better not only be able to live hand to mouth—I’ve got to get some stability for them,” and how hard it is. So I think the constant pressure—whether you’re a single parent or not, there’s a lot of pressure in that way, and to then still give your kids a sense of hope and optimism and possibility when you’re worried about all that. So it’s a challenge.

FOX: Absolutely. When did you first write poetry?

BLOCK: In first grade I remember my teacher, whom I had a big crush on, Miss Atlas, who was probably twenty years old and she was really skinny and wore miniskirts and platforms and smoked and she had these fake eyelashes and amazing hair—I loved her so much. And I remember she took me aside and said, “You’re a writer, you can write.”

FOX: And then how did you progress—when did you start writing a lot of poems?

BLOCK: Just always, throughout that time. I think I did up until college when I started expanding into the short stories. When I was a teenager my dad illustrated some books of my poetry and they were published by a small press. I mean, I think the quality is sixteen-year-old poetry, but my dad did such beautiful drawings and the little additions were so lovely. Yeah, it’s kind of an amazing collaboration. So that made me feel that I was being taken seriously in that way which added to my confidence.

FOX: It sounds like you had a very close relationship with your dad.

BLOCK: Yeah, I did, for sure. Both parents, very close. And certainly a big bond was through the creative process too, so that’s why I think of love and art as so interconnected.

FOX: Absolutely. How is it different writing a novel for young adults as compared with adults?

BLOCK: Well, again, I didn’t really think I was doing that in the beginning. I thought I was just writing a book and then it was put in that category. But I will say as I’ve looked into it a little more—I read much more widely in adult fiction than young adult fiction, but I’ve found with my adult stuff there isn’t that much difference anymore. The content can be very mature—the erotica is too extreme, but the actual situations, aside from the language, are not that much different from what’s going on in my young adult books. So it’s language and also I think it’s the end and the tone. In one of my young adult books I have a tragic ending but mostly there’s a lot more hope in them, and I think in the adult I have more room for ambiguity in that way—and of course the characters can’t be over a certain age in young adult.

FOX: I guess to write that you have to be able to identify with young adults.

BLOCK: Yes. I do think I got a little arrested development at that time, so I do feel I understand that age pretty well, for whatever reason.

FOX: I guess you’ll have another dose of it as your kids get a little older.

BLOCK: Yes, and that’ll be interesting because one thing I don’t write much about is my experience as a mom. I did write one book called Guarding the Moon about my first year as a mom of my daughter because that’s all I wanted to do is just sit and stare at her and describe her fingernails or whatever. [laughs] I wrote some poems about my kids, but there’s very little tension in my relationship with my son, especially, so I have very little to write about with him. It’s just such a pure love and it’s such a very sweet relationship. My daughter is hitting her teens and we have a very passionate relationship.

FOX: I understand that, because in fiction you’re supposed to have conflict and I don’t have much conflict in my life. What I’m interested in, then, is internal conflict, which we all have.

BLOCK: Absolutely. But again, my internal conflict with my children is much less than my internal conflict with all the other things in my life. So even when I’m arguing with my daughter, underneath that it’s just this pure complete acceptance and unconditional love. So I think there will be elements popping up in the books here and there, but what I struggle with more is my relationship to myself, and then how I can demonstrate that through action and conflict that I create that’s not necessarily—like I’m doing a book based on an Odyssey with a female character and then another one The Iliad and they’re a series. I’m using those storylines that my dad used to tell me as bedtime stories, and usually part of my childhood, to kind of tell a story that’s really about what I’m going through internally right now, but externalized through these dramatic monster fights [laughs] or whatever.

FOX: When I was a kid one of my favorite books was Grimm’s Fairy Tales. I never got into Hans Christian Anderson but Grimm’s

BLOCK: Yeah, Grimm’s was the best.

FOX: Do you like that?

BLOCK: Oh, that’s my—still, I mean, fairy tales, the dark fairy tales, are my number one interest. You say it—anybody will mention that, and I’ll just perk up, like “What?” I want to know. And I love that the culture—that the films are coming out around that material. I love that more than anything. Angela Carter is one of my favorite writers and some of the younger writers now are doing stuff with that too that I really like.

FOX: Much of your writing is involved in kind of magical things—what’s the intersection between magic and reality?

BLOCK: When I was in my late teens or early twenties I read Márquez for the first time and Isabel Allende and I got really excited because I felt like that’s the way I saw the world, that magic was woven into the everyday, but I hadn’t read about it, I hadn’t read it as a literary form. I’d read fantasy, which I loved as a child, and then realism, which I enjoyed, but I hadn’t read that mix. And so that to me kind of personified how I saw the world, and then I tried to do that with my own work. But I feel that magic is expressed through love and art, that those are metaphors for magic in a way. So that transcendent thing that happens with both of those is, to me, magical.

FOX: Do you find magic in your real life, or is writing about it kind of just an escape and totally imaginary

BLOCK: I have experienced it in my real life. I probably would say that it’s less now, because I’ve been so mired in the responsibilities of the daily adult world, and just mortgages and fighting with the bank and everything, so it tends to shut my vision down a bit and I relegate it just to my books. But when I was younger I felt it on more of a daily basis and I still feel it. I think—I’m not in nature a lot but I think that’s one way for me to feel it, and also through my relationship with my kids, and through romantic relationships I really feel it. So I do think it’s still there, but now it’s really going mostly in the fiction.

FOX: I’m thinking of a line from E.E. Cummings: “Children are apt to forget to remember.” Do you think it’s possible to bring magic back to your life as an adult?

BLOCK: Oh, absolutely. I actually wrote one book, which is an adult book but it’s part of the Weetzie Bat series, called Necklace of Kisses, which is a character as she’s turning 40 and how she re-experiences all this magic. So I absolutely believe it. And I saw it in my parents up until—with my mom, until literally as she was dying; at her bedside, I saw it. So I know it’s possible. For me right now I’m going through a period of disconnect from it, but I’m pretty optimistic. I think it will return, I hope.

FOX: I find sometimes I can walk out my front door and just look at it all as if it was new, with a sense of wonder.

BLOCK: Yeah, yeah. But that’s because you have Daveen! [laughs]

FOX: Well, of course! So what do you see in your future?

BLOCK: I really hope that—there’s been this film of the Weetzie Bat book in the works for 25 years, with different people, so I’m hoping that is going to come to fruition. It keeps getting very close, and then we’ll see. So that’s something, because film is an area I’d love to expand into—my books are so visual and my dad came from that world, so I’d like that. And I would like to continue to be writing books but maybe not quite so many, because I would love to slow down my pace and not have to just churn them out. I feel like it’s taking a little bit of a toll, so I’d like to teach more and balance and write a little less and mostly just have my kids be stable and happy. And it would be nice to have that romantic relationship again at some point. We’ll see.

FOX: I’m just having a fantasy about you as a person who lives partly in the world of magic and fantasy and then being dragged into the reality and trying to get back to the fantasy part.

BLOCK: Yeah, I think the last few years have really been that scenario. It’s just felt like people read my books and they see me a certain way, maybe as my internet persona, but in reality I’ve been struggling like so many people these days. I had a little extra share of it I think losing my mom, almost losing my house, just a lot of stuff like that—but thank God I have had this place to explore it in my imagination, and even if I wasn’t making a penny at it I would still be doing it for sure. And now because of this great editor and agent it has changed so that I’m moving more in that direction again, I think.

FOX: Daveen, anything? Tim?

GREEN: One thing I’m curious about is the magic—you seem like you have felt specific moments of magic. I’m wondering … I’d like to hear a story.

BLOCK: Well, a couple of them would be … both have to do with my parents’ deaths. When my father died, my mom and I—and I wrote about this in Echo—were walking past this field where we would walk all the time and this white horse came racing—literally running—across this field toward us and put its nose up against the fence and just looked into our eyes. I still don’t really believe it even happened; if my mom hadn’t been there I think I would’ve … but it was absolutely my father’s spirit. It felt so profoundly to be that. And then a week later I went back up to UC Berkeley to graduate and I was walking down Telegraph Avenue and I saw something on the ground and without thinking I reached down and picked it up, which is sort of like, “Why would you pick up something off Telegraph Avenue?” but it was this little white plastic horse with a little cowboy on it. And it was such a powerful thing. And after that my mom was kind of haunted by white horse imagery always. But those moments for me were really clear, and right after he died he was so present for me.

And there’s another one where I was living in Joshua Tree briefly and the man I was living with at the time was interested in painting, and my dad—these are all his paintings up here. [motions toward her living room wall] But we were sitting outside and we were talking about painting and I feel this little piece of paper blowing over to my hand, outside in the desert, but near our house, and it was this little note my dad had written to me about preparing a canvas for painting. And it must have been in my stuff that I brought from L.A., but I don’t know why it was just crumpled around and blew into my hand. So it was kind of wonderful. And that time, living in Joshua Tree, was so charged with magic, just all the time, I think, but those specifically.

And then when my mom passed away, she had been very ill and I actually had just finished The Elementals. Well, I started The Elementals before I knew that she was sick, but I had been writing about a mom who had cancer and then I found out she was sick. And I finished it the day she died, sitting in front of her door. But when she died, there was this experience that I had where she reached out to me and my brother and took our hands and looked into our eyes—and, I mean, I can spend a long time on it; I don’t know if I can write this moment—but it was such a pure expression of soul. I saw her soul leave her body, and I saw her joy at sort of—she kept looking at the foot of the bed and going, “No, no,” and then going back to me and my brother, and then finally she looked at the foot of the bed and she smiled. And then she just went, like that. I felt like it was my dad. So both of those were profound.

And then I think giving birth to my children also had that quality of “I needed these particular souls; I’ve searched for them my whole existence and here they are.” They’d arrived finally, and I was so grateful. So those moments were the most profound I think.

FOX: You’ve written about your children: “Except when I had my babies, and then they just helped me see God.”

BLOCK: Yeah, there you go. I remember I said to the doctor—he’s like, “Hurry up, hurry up, I gotta go play golf!” [all laugh] and I’m like, “I see God!” So I switched obstetricians the next time. [laughs]

GREEN: What do you think, cosmologically, is the source of that magic? What does it mean, what are we here for?

BLOCK: Well my little private spiritual belief is that—I don’t know, it’s so big and so overwhelming. The only way I understand it is there are these particular souls that I feel I’ve always been connected to and will always be connected to. Beyond that I don’t really know how to put it into words really, but that’s the message I seem to be getting from these particular incidents, and I guess my deepest spiritual beliefs start with that. And it doesn’t even feel like I’m trying to comfort myself with it, you know what I mean? It feels—as I said, when I met my children, I just thought, “Oh, that’s a relief, I found you.” That’s a great question, thank you, because I think without that explanation, those are interesting stories but, right, what do they really mean?

FOX: It seems to me we all have the key to unlock so much and magic is required as part of reality to open yourself up to the possible.

BLOCK: Yeah, and I think the language of that is poetry. I think there’s something about distilling that image and that sound that is this language of mysteries that I’m still just trying to figure out. But it’s kind of like when I would hear bands when I was a teenager and I would want to create that same visceral, transcendent experience that music creates, but I thought, “Can you do that with prose or poetry?” You know, “How do you do that?” So that’s what I’m striving for. But when you’re writing a book as an assignment, as a job, how do you still find that? And I’m not always able to. Sometimes it’s just a story, but sometimes something happens and it becomes transcendent in some way.

FOX: Absolutely. Okay, well I think that’s fine. Well, this was delightful, and I hope you don’t forget about the magic.

BLOCK: Oh, thank you—well, you guys reminded me! Because I think what happens too is that on a daily basis I am here with my kids or I’m maybe in a classroom environment but I’m not in a lot of social situations with other artists where these kind of things are being discussed, so it’s really nice to be reminded.

from Rattle #41, Fall 2013
Tribute to Single Parent Poets

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January 12, 2014

CONVERSATION BETWEEN AMIRI BARAKA AND ALAN FOX

Studio City, California, November 15th, 2011

Amiri Baraka was born Everett LeRoi Jones in 1934 in Newark, New Jersey. After leaving Howard University and the Air Force, he moved to the Lower East Side of Manhattan in 1957 and co-edited the avant-garde literary magazine Yugen and founded Totem Press, which first published works by Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, and others. His reputation as a playwright was established with the production of Dutchman at the Cherry Lane Theatre in New York on March 24, 1964. The controversial play subsequently won an Obie Award (for “Best off-Broadway Play”) and was made into a film. In 1965, Jones moved to Harlem, where he founded the Black Arts Repertory Theatre/School. The BARTS lasted only one year but had a lasting influence on the direction of Afro American Arts. The Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka was published in 1984. His recent publications are Y’s/Why’s/Wise (1992), Funk Lore (1993), Eulogies (1994), Transbluesency (1996), and Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems (2002). Amiri Baraka’s numerous literary honors include fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts, the PEN/Faulkner Award, the Rockefeller Foundation Award for Drama, the Langston Hughes Award from The City College of New York, and a lifetime achievement award from the Before Columbus Foundation. In 1994, he retired as Professor of Africana Studies at the State University of New York in Stony Brook, and in 2002 was named Poet Laureate of New Jersey and Newark Public Schools. He died on January 9, 2014.

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FOX: This is November 15th and we’re having a conversation with Amiri Baraka. You’re pretty controversial. [both laugh] Is that fun for you?

BARAKA: Not always.

FOX: What are the good parts?

BARAKA: Well, if you’re doing what you want to do, and you believe in what you’re doing, then the controversy is like going to work when it’s snowing. It’s just part of the gig; it’s not unusual. It’s not always pleasant but it’s not unusual. I faced that quite a bit actually before I got to be a poet.

FOX: Tell me about that.

BARAKA: Well, I was a good student in high school, a very bad student in college. I got thrown out of college. I joined the air force; I got thrown out of the air force.

FOX: Whoa.

BARAKA: And then I went to New York to learn how to write. So apparently I had already been controversial even in that situation. [laughs] But it’s like anything that you encounter doing what you do. People agree with you, people don’t agree with you. You don’t have to say anything and people disagree with that. You say something and people disagree with that. So it’s a question of making up your mind what you want to say and what you want to do. The rest of it you have to expect. And I think when you are public with your ideas, then you open a democracy. So that’s the way I take it; it’s just about this or about that, or about then or about when. It’s always something. You can’t go into a bar and get a drink without getting into an argument with somebody. [Fox laughs]

FOX: That’s true. What would you like to accomplish? In other words, if you transformed society, what would it look like?

BARAKA: Well, first of all, most of the people in the world would have equal rights and self-determination. They’d have enough to eat and a place to live and something to do that didn’t make them sad. That would be a great deal. As far as personally, I want people to say, “He tried to do that.” And that’s about all you can hope for, I think. Even though people will lie about what you did do, who you were and what you thought. But that’s part of it, too, you know. And then you have a group of scholars trying to say, “That’s not true.” [laughs] So, what can you hope for in the world but to try to learn more about it before you disappear? And try to take the right side always because life is always divided between this and that. You always have to try to take the right side to be comfortable and live with yourself.

FOX: I think it’s important to be true to yourself and do what you love and it sounds like that’s how you try to live your life.

BARAKA: Absolutely. I think you have to struggle to do that, too, because people always want you to do something else. You go anywhere and they want you to do something else. When you’re little, there’s nothing you can do about it. When you get old, you can say, “I don’t want to do that,” or, “I’m not going to do that.” But, you know, the world is full of learning experiences, if you are conscious. But unfortunately a lot of people in the world have no idea how the world works and they go through life ignorant. And that’s the tragedy, I think, of life, that people are left to be ignorant.

FOX: Absolutely.

BARAKA: Because I don’t think it’s necessary for people to be as ignorant as they are. But apparently it suits the people who benefit from that.

FOX: Some people think if you keep people ignorant they’re easier to control.

BARAKA: Oh, absolutely. That’s the history of the world. But the whole world is primitive, and it keeps being less primitive and more primitive at the same time. I mean, you made technological advances, but then, all those people you just put out of work … you find a way to make stuff cheaper by sending it out of the country to be made and there’s a lot of people that were put into the poorhouse. So there’s always a dialectic in it, advance and retreat at the same time. It’s always at the same time. So the correct thing is to try to do what you do best and what you think will do best for other people.

FOX: How has your approach to that changed? As you get older, maybe you have more insight but you don’t have quite as much energy … how has that been for you?

BARAKA: Well, you have to find out what you can still do and do that. It’s like a baseball player—“can’t play shortstop anymore, I’ll play first base.” So you’ve got to make a change. So that’s part of it, sort of adjusting to what you can do. I think when you’re young you want to do everything and you find out you can’t do most things. So you have to find out what it is that you can do, and hopefully that you can do well, and that you can learn to do well by doing. But I don’t think most people have that chance, because most people’s lives are spent trying to earn a living, trying to eat.

FOX: Yes.

BARAKA: They don’t have time to think, or read, or experience other places. And that’s something that will end one day, but there’s going to be a lot of turbulence and violence and bloodshed unnecessarily until that happens.

FOX: That’s human history.

BARAKA: It’s the history of the world so far. But we’ve always had people saying, “That’s not necessary,” from the first philosophers on the planet. They’ve always said that people don’t listen. They claim to listen, but they don’t listen. People claim these ten commandments were hip at one point … they don’t listen, they don’t do that. Whatever religion people aspire to, they don’t do that. They do what they want to do, or what television or radio tells them to do, or what their own peculiar desires tell them to do. So those are good ideas—churches, religions—when they work, but most of it is just businesses.

FOX: I think if Jesus came back today he might be horrified at what is done in his name.

BARAKA: He’d be in big trouble, I know that! [both laugh] I was on a forum one time and I said, “I’m a socialist; where are all the socialists? Where are all the communists?” The guy next to me said, “I’m a Christian.” I said, “You know what happened to him, though.” [all laugh] If Jesus were here today, he’d be out there in those Occupy movements with twelve other dudes.

FOX: What’s the role of the poet in bringing the change that we’re talking about?

BARAKA: I think making people think beyond the box, think beyond what is given to them. Try to see more of the world than they think exists in their everyday kind of life. That’s what art’s supposed to do, open up people’s minds, make them experience things they rarely experience, teach them. And the problem with the way the world is constructed now in most places is that that’s the last thing most people think about. Somehow art is the least considered thing on the planet, and then after everything else, then comes the art. When actually there wouldn’t be anything without it—this desk, this light, that window, that door. That’s all art. And we would be really primitive, but that’s not the way it’s dealt with. So you spend your life trying to say things like that to people, trying to tell people what you think is important. Because you don’t have much life in the first place.

FOX: Pretty short.

BARAKA: Plus, you know, life also is about trying to figure out what somebody else did for thousands of years and thousands of writers and thousands of painters and thousands of musicians … try to find out about that. That’s a lifelong work right there. A poet came to me sixteen years ago and gave me his book and I was speaking up in Berkeley. And I took the book home and put it down. Fifteen years later I stumbled on that book and thought, “What happened?” You know, where had it been? And it was inscribed; he inscribed it to me. It was a poet named Juan Gelman in Argentina who was a very great poet. And I had been given this; he put it in my hand, and I put it down. So that means that fifteen years ago, you could’ve known that. But we get distracted by so much. And this guy’s a poet from Argentina, and what he wrote about—what did they call that, the Dirty War, when the fascists took over Argentina? They killed his son, his wife. He exiled himself. So there’s stuff happening that could help you all the time if you’re just perceptive enough to dig it.

FOX: In the United States, it seems to me that poetry isn’t as valued as it is in other countries. Here if you go to a reading and get a hundred people, that’s pretty good. In other countries, it would be three or four thousand.

BARAKA: That’s right. I read poetry in Rome once to 10,000 people. In a park, just literally a park. I remember there was a poet there … I can’t remember his name; he was an American poet, funny guy. He read this poem—he’s supposed to be avant-garde—he read this poem that was all numbers: “68 … 78… 29 …” [all laugh] And suddenly out of the audience comes a piece of watermelon. Pow! Right in the middle of the face.

FOX: Whoa.

BARAKA: So … I had to read next. [all laugh] I said, “That’s pretty rough.” He says to me, “That’s what happens when you let too many people in a poetry reading.” [all laugh loudly] He didn’t learn anything. He’s a pretty well known poet. But he thought people would think—he thought that was a hip … “this is a poem about numbers,” you know. So somebody finally didn’t think so. Somebody with good aim. [all laugh]

FOX: Wasn’t there a guy in Iran who threw a shoe at George W. Bush?

BARAKA: Right, right. The worst insult in the Middle East. But Italians are not far from that when there’s 10,000 people in a park. But that’s a wonderful place, if you’re going places, to go to, Rome, the city. Because once you go to Rome, you remember that these people used to rule the world. You see the stuff all over, walking down the street: history, history, history. But they still have that consciousness.

FOX: It seems to me that all empires rise and then fall: the British empire, the Roman empire. And I’m thinking that the United States—we’ve kind of ruled the world for a while and I think we’re on the down slope here.

BARAKA: Absolutely. But you try to understand how those others got into that, whether it’s ancient Egypt, or Greece, or Rome, or England when they said the sun would never set. But I think you’re right; we’re going through that now, absolutely. You can see that. We were just talking about that, that whatever Obama has done and how he’s stumbled and needs to be criticized, he couldn’t possibly be replaced by those other people; that’s a horrible idea.

FOX: It seems to me it’s kind of short-sighted to just be unremittingly selfish. Rich people need customers; they need employees.

BARAKA: It’s just getting isolated, isolated in your own kind of desires, not needs. And just not seeing the world correctly. People had slaves. You wonder, how could people have a slave? But reading all those books about Frederick Douglass, slave narratives, all that stuff, then you begin to understand that, wow, it’s like Du Bois said. “Many people have suffered as much as we have,” he said, “but none of them was real estate.” And that’s the final thing, when you don’t think of people as people anymore, but something to be bartered with. So, it’s the same thing; it’s more sophisticated, it’s a different form, but it still exists. If you can outsource 10,000 jobs and therefore cause a city in this country to collapse because you can get the product done cheaper in India than in the United States, that’s very short-sighted, because you’re really weakening the very kind of strength that the society has in the first place, and that’s what’s going on. I remember when I was a kid I used to believe all that stuff. Gary Cooper and Jimmy Stewart and John Wayne …

FOX: Yeah, yeah.

BARAKA: America, you know; we were Americans, we wouldn’t do that. And it’s weird that you could think that, and come from a legacy of slavery, but still believe there was some essential greatness in America that you were part of. That’s a wild dichotomy but it’s true. In fact, I still look at Turner Classic Movies to look at those old guys, because you really believed that. I mean, I believed it.

FOX: Well, what caused you to change your consciousness on this?

BARAKA: Well, just living, having to struggle and to be shaped by my parents who really taught me to understand America better. Like I said, my mother had me recite the Gettysburg Address every Lincoln’s birthday when I was a kid in the Boy Scouts. So why did she do that? So that you would be able to say, “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.” She wanted you to say that, to say that every year on Lincoln’s birthday and know who Lincoln was and look at Lincoln’s statue, so you know that’s real; he was real; he freed the slaves. Then later you learn the context of that, what it meant and so forth. But they meant well; they meant well for the country. They were educating you so you could help educate Americans so they wouldn’t be so ignorant. Even when Du Bois was younger, that’s what he thought. He thought the question of America was a question of education: These people are ignorant. He found out later it was a question of capitalism. At first he thought people could be educated, which is still a good proposition, but it’s difficult.

FOX: You’ve taught a lot. Where have you most enjoyed teaching?

BARAKA: Well, it varies. I taught at the State University of New York at Stony Brook for eighteen years. I guess I enjoyed teaching most at Columbia in the grad school. I think that was probably the most comfortable because at Stony Brook you’ve got a lot of kids who are poor kids and you have to wrestle with stuff that should’ve been dealt with in high school. You’ve got to actually almost teach reading comprehension to college students, which is all right. Columbia was easier, because the kids are better prepared. I taught at Yale once and a kid comes up to me, a freshman, and shows me an essay that he has in a little magazine, in a literary journal. He had gone to one of those prep schools. So, it’s different. I used to tell my students, “You know, the education you get here at the state university is not the education you’re going to get at Yale or Harvard, but you should try to transcend that obvious kind of difference.”

FOX: Did you find … when I talked to Phil Levine, he teaches at Fresno State, and he was comparing that with Princeton—he taught at Princeton for a semester, and he seemed to feel that the Fresno State students were more real, working class, and at Princeton they wanted to write “what I did on my spring break” kind of stuff.

BARAKA: Well, I would’ve gone to Princeton, but there was a quota on blacks when I got out of high school and only one black could get into Princeton that year. That was 1948. And it wasn’t even—it was clear; it was not hidden. That was the deal. “Sorry, Mr. Jones, we only have one student.” Who turned out to be a guy named Eddie White who became a diplomat and played in a string quartet with his brothers called “The White Brothers,” ironically. [both laugh] But even that kind of integration that we’ve seen in the last twenty years was impossible back then: ’40s, ’50s. And it was not a hidden thing. They’d tell you: “We got a quota.” We got a quota, that’s it. They’ve probably still got one, they just don’t say it. But it’s more than one. [laughs]

FOX: When you look back over the past 40, 50 years, do you think there’s been significant change in that area?

BARAKA: There had never been a black mayor in Newark. When I came back home, in ’65, and started working to do that, that was controversial. I mean, talking about “black political power.” Let me show you how controversial that was: We had a poetry reading that the cops stopped. We walked down to try to get into the poetry reading and there was a police officer at the door. I was directing a play and the cop came up and took the script out of my hand.

FOX: In this country we have an enormous number of people in jail. I mean, enormous.

BARAKA: There’s a book by Elijah Mohammad’s grandson who’s now the chief of the Schomburg, which is the New York City public library in Harlem. And he’s written a book called The Condemnation of Blackness. The chapter I remember is a chapter that says, “Where did all the white criminals go?” [both laugh] What he shows is that until the ’60s, criminals in America were considered immigrants—Italians, Irish, Jews, those were the criminals, the criminal type. But after the ’60s, that turbulence, then they started locking up blacks and Latinos by the boatload. So that’s what’s happening. Now even black women and Latino women are locked up.

FOX: Really?

BARAKA: Oh, yeah. That’s the new prison population. But it’s interesting because it just shows that the people that run it respond to what they think is the threat. You can look at all those movies made in the ’30s and ’40s, Jimmy Cagney and Edward G. Robinson and all those people, and you could make those about boys in the hood today. They would be black kids, the juvenile delinquents—The Dead End Kids, for instance. Or Spencer Tracy as Father Flanagan in Boys Town. They’re dealing with the same things. Another group; that’s it.

FOX: Looking back, are you pleased with your career as a writer?

BARAKA: Well, I’m doing what I want to do; I can say that. And as such, I like the things I’ve been able to write and the people I’ve been able to talk to and teach; I have to say that. The context is not desirable … if you decide to be a poet or a writer, first of all you have to take an oath of poverty in your mind. [Fox laughs] You have to say, “That’s it. My dream of having millions of dollars is over with.” But at the same time, you wish it was not like that. Not that you want millions of dollars, but you wish you could live like, you know, people live. So it’s a contradiction always. You can do something else. When I lived in the Village, people would come up all the time and say, “You know, So-and-So sold out.” I’d say, “Where’s the office? Nobody offered to let me sell out!” [all laugh] But sometimes you have more integrity than is healthy for you.

FOX: Say more about that; that’s a good point.

BARAKA: Well, they offered me a couple movies to write. On one hand, when I lived in the Village, I knew these other white guys were making all this money, who had sold out, and I was thinking, “Well, that’s not enough to sell out for.” [all laugh] Sam Goldwin Junior asked me to write the screenplay for Cotton Comes To Harlem: “That ain’t enough money, man.” Sammy Davis, when he did Golden Boy—they wanted me to rewrite that. Leonard Bernstein and Lauren Bacall came to my house when I was in the Village. They wanted to make a musical out of my play The Toilet, and so, you know, that youthful defiance, that desire to be rich versus the desire not to be poor all your life … although you can regret it afterwards, as a joke, but at the time it was very serious. Leonard Bernstein wanted to know, did I want him to make music for The Toilet. First of all, I thought that was bizarre. And I asked him, “Do you know Duke Ellington?” I was going to be that mean to him, because I knew I wasn’t going to accept their money, so I wanted to put it out of reach. I said, “You don’t even dress as well as Duke Ellington.” There’s no need to be that insulting to people, but I guess that was to protect yourself from—you didn’t want to do that, so say something really negative. Because I had nothing but respect for them, really—certainly Lauren Bacall, because of her husband, and Leonard Bernstein for West Side Story. You always do that in your youth; you can do that and get away with it. But I don’t regret those things; they’re just funny to me now. “I could’ve made the money if I’d done this,” “Yeah, but you wouldn’t do it, that’s the problem,” you know.

FOX: Is your approach to life significantly different now than it was 34 years ago?

BARAKA: I don’t think so. I think I’m more moderate in what I say to people. See, I think you know, if you’re serious, what you want to do, and you should know the things that will divert you or subvert you to some other thing you don’t want to do. So, that’s the thing; you just have to take care of yourself and be aware of situations and ideas that are opposed to what you want to do. That’s what I think. It’s a hard job. They made this film about New Orleans called Treme. You know that film? It’s a series that’s all about New Orleans’ musicians and music. So they called me up and wanted me to do a role in that and instead of saying, “Yeah, I’m gonna do it; I wanna get paid,” blah blah blah, I started asking them all these questions: “Well, what kind of role is this? What do I have to do?” They got pissed off about it. They don’t want to hear all that. “I’ll call somebody else; they’ll do it.” But then you can say, “Well, I should have done that” later, but the point is, you wouldn’t have said that. You would have said, “Well, what is this about; what do I have to do; what kind of character is it?” Because you’re taking care of yourself, that’s why. No other reason. It’s like how Billy Eckstine said that he could’ve made a lot of money in the movies but he wouldn’t take those roles because, he said, “I’m glad I did that because I’d hate to be sitting watching the late show and see myself as Uncle Tom.”

FOX: Whoa, whoa.

BARAKA: So, there’s something in that. But I think it’s like that, though, you know, the pitfalls of being alive—as you get older, you’re supposed to memorize them. You’re not supposed to do it twice; once is bad enough. [Fox laughs]

FOX: Right. Do you do many poetry readings?

BARAKA: I guess, yeah …

FOX: And is that something you enjoy doing?

BARAKA: Yeah. I was in Europe a few weeks ago. We did Rome, Strasbourg, Amsterdam, Stockholm, in a week. Then I went to Minneapolis, to rehearse a long poem of mine we cut—it was 40 verses, 40 poems; we did 20, but they were orchestrated and stuff, so I was there for a week. So that’s what I do. We just came from Sacramento and yesterday we were in Oakland and tonight we’re going to be at a bookstore down there and tomorrow USC.

FOX: Do you find the audiences in different parts of the country or different parts of the world are different?

BARAKA: Yeah, there’s some variation. Europeans are less familiar with what’s happening in the United States, but they have a general understanding of it, but they have fewer of the American prejudices.

FOX: You talked about orchestrating, and I know you’ve talked in the past about the relationship between music and poetry. Could you comment on that?

BARAKA: Well, poetry to me is a musical form. It begins as speech musicked, that’s what it is. What we try to do is, we emphasize the musical aspect of it. In fact, a thing I did in Europe was called “Word Music”—we emphasize the musicality of poetry, as well as its content. Especially if you’re saying something people might not be ready to accept, the more musical the better.

FOX: Ah, yes.

BARAKA: That’s what it is. It’s an attempt to keep poetry as musical as possible, as related to music, give it the same kind of laws as music. For many years I’ve been trying to find the connection between language and musical notes, so that each alphabet corresponds to a note of music so that when you write a poem, you’re writing a song. It’s hard work to do that, but it’s a good idea. I think you would have to have some kind of grant and some time to just …

FOX: That sounds like an interesting—

BARAKA: Yeah, it’s been interesting to me for a long time. See, the whole African thing, that African-Americans cannot do anymore, send words through space by beating on a drum. There was a guy who used to be head of the NEA—I taught with him at Yale—who did a film of this great drummer named Tony Williams. He took him to Africa, set him up on the shore, and he starts playing the drums. So you know, the drum set was developed by the ex-slaves, which is different—this is a one-man band; you’ve got all kinds of drums, pedals, levers, cymbals. So when the Africans heard that, on the hand drum they’d come back. And they’d say, “We hear you all.” See, they thought it was a bunch of them, not one guy. “We hear you all, but we do not understand what you’re saying.” “We don’t understand what you’re saying.” But see, that’s the break from the continent. You don’t know how to do that anymore. Even though the slave masters cut off the use of the drums because they thought they did know how to do it, they didn’t know how to do that anymore. You can make noise with it, and you make beautiful sounds, but to actually send words through space, that’s a higher level of drum use.

FOX: What sort of things do you want to pursue in the future?

BARAKA: I just had a book come out two or three weeks ago called Razor: Revolutionary Art for Cultural Revolution. I just finished a novel that I read the last chapter of at Yoshi’s in San Francisco last night with Roscoe Mitchell, and a guy named David Wessel who worked electronic stuff. It was interesting. So I just read the last chapter of that, and I’m going to try to get that published this year, or probably in 2012.

FOX: How do you compare the experience of writing poetry to writing a novel?

BARAKA: Well, I wouldn’t write novels. That’s a hard thing to do. I don’t feed off of that. The poet actually essentially wants to say something and walk away. You don’t want to live with that for a year or two years—three years, four years, five years, just saying stuff. But I have a couple of novels unpublished for that reason, because I wouldn’t just fight to get them published. But then eventually, I figured it’s like having money in the bank; I got books. But it just depends on what interests me at the time. This last book, this novel I just finished called Negrossity, is about black people in this period, after the Civil Rights movement, during the time of Obama, what the contradictions are between those of us who fought in the Civil Rights movement and so forth, and those who have no understanding of that.

FOX: Sometimes I think poets just have Attention Deficit Disorder; you don’t want to spend a lot of time on one thing.

BARAKA: It took me about six years to write this book. And it’s a miserable experience as far as I’m concerned because you know it’s in the drawer waiting for you. [Fox laughs]

FOX: Well, but you always have something to do! [laughs] Do you write every day, or just when inspiration strikes?

BARAKA: No, not every day. But every day I do something. Writing for me is like “you must do it.” It’s not a hobby or anything. You have to do it, and you do it because you’re compelled to do it. I’ve got scraps of paper all over the house that I have to translate one day. When I was younger, I’d go in there and write and stay there for a while. There’s too much else I have to do now. Can’t do that, can’t do that.

FOX: What advice would you have for young poets, people just starting out?

BARAKA: Write. Write, that’s all. The best advice to young writers is to write on. And for them to understand that poetry is not just some kind of spontaneous orgiastic experience. You have to study; you need to study. In order to write poetry that people are interested in, you have to have something to say. You have to read, to study everything. And you have to know as much as you can. If I say, “Who was the greatest dancer in the world?” I want to hear what you’ve got to say. If I say, “Who’s the greatest actress in the world?” I want to hear what you’ve got to say. I want you to at least have an opinion. It might not be my opinion. But what you should try to do is, like you say, find out the hippest stuff in the world—what’s the most important stuff, what’s the most intelligent stuff—who’s the greatest American composer?—you’re supposed to know that. And I don’t mean know it in a kind of formalistic way, but know it because you love that and you want to know. And if you don’t have that curiosity, you’re not going to know what you’re going to write about. Richard Wright said, “A writer has to be at the top of his time.” In other words, whatever’s happening, you have to know that to be an interesting writer.

FOX: Do you think it’s the role of a poet to be an activist, to push for change in society?

BARAKA: Certainly the ones I value. A lot of great poets come from Latin America. Americans don’t even know it.

FOX: Yeah, that’s true.

BARAKA: They probably know more European poets than—a lot of the great poets in the Western hemisphere are Latin Americans. But see, they don’t teach Puerto Rican literature, or Haitian literature, or Venezuelan literature, or Brazilian literature—our whole hemisphere, absolute ignorance. And then the political thing—they wouldn’t let Neruda in the country for years. Ernesto Cardenal in Nicaragua, I heard him—we went to a poetry festival, my wife and I. They have poetry festivals all over Latin America. They have more jazz concerts in Italy than they have in the United States.

FOX: Really?

BARAKA: It’s hard to believe. Little towns that you never heard of have jazz festivals, in Italy, all over Italy. But it’s like you create something and have no use for it, but everybody else does. We got invited to go play in Tunisia right after that revolution. But then they started shooting again and they rescinded the invitation—thank goodness. I’ve been all over the world—haven’t been to China, unfortunately; haven’t been to Russia because of the politics here. I’ve been a lot of places in Africa and all over Latin America, all over Europe.

FOX: What are some of your favorite places that you’ve been to?

BARAKA: Well, Rome. Senegal. Those are two. And in Latin America, Venezuela. We went to a couple of poetry festivals in Columbia in the very city they said was the great dope capital of the world. They’re famous for dope, not poetry, you see. As far as the United States, Medellín—you say Medellín, you’re talking about the great dope capital of the world. But it’s a great poetry center. They have a poetry festival there with two or three hundred poets from all over the world. They have a poetry festival in Venezuela and Nicaragua, in Cuba and Puerto Rico.

FOX: I still wonder, why do they do that so much in Latin America and Europe, and not here?

BARAKA: Because these people are not interested in that, the people that run it. I don’t know, it might be also fear of having that kind of spirit and presence. I don’t know if I can say Americans are not that interested in poetry. In times of turbulence they get more interested in poetry and drama. There’s an Englishman who says that drama is created in the periods of social turbulence, so that the drama is trying to put real people on the stage, real life presented actually as it is. There’s something to that. But here we’re afraid of our great dramatists and great poets. We have no American National Repertory Theater, but go to England, you go to see the Shakespeare; you go to France, you go to see the Comedie Francaise; you go to even Czechoslovakia they got it, but not the United States. Why? Well, I don’t think they want to put a real repertory and have, say, Tennessee Williams, Langston Hughes … to be seen by people all the time.

FOX: It sounds like you’ve enjoyed your life pretty much.

BARAKA: Well, yeah. Except the bad parts. Well, if you can do what you want to do, that’s one important thing. I tell my kids that: “You should be able to do what you want to do.” It might be difficult to do that; there might be a lot of set-backs, but if you’re not willing to go for that, then you have to do something you don’t want to do.

FOX: Absolutely.

BARAKA: If you want to take anything, then you can do that; that’s easy. You can just do anything. But to be able to stay strong and say, “No, I don’t want to do that; I want to do this.”

FOX: That’s a good trick. But, you know, if you’re not true to yourself, you’re probably going to suffer anyway, so you might as well suffer going for what’s important.

BARAKA: You’d be a very grouchy person too.

FOX: [laughs] That’s for sure. Tim or Daveen?
Green: You mentioned the good parts and bad parts. Is “Somebody Blew Up America” and being Poet Laureate and all that stuff—is that a good part or a bad part?

BARAKA: Well, it’s like I said, there’s always different things. I mean, that poem … we lived right next to it, in Newark; you could see the Twin Towers. I was supposed to go to New York to do work for

from Rattle #37, Summer 2012

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