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Poems That Flow to the Brim

February 5, 2010

This week with all of the hoopla about snowfall, deadlines, and fleeting meltdowns, I had the distinct pleasure of not only meeting a new poet but encountering her work.

Antoinette Brim’s debut collection, Psalm of the Sunflower was a delight. We had an opportunity to correspond about her debut collection.

My first question is– Psalm of the Sunflower reads almost like a requiem. What losses and perhaps gains are you celebrating/remembering in this manuscript?

I hadn’t thought to use the word requiem.  However, I like all that it implies.  There is a melodic, sometimes liturgical quality to my book.  And, though these poems were born in a time of divorce and the loss of loved ones, it was also a time of amazing personal growth.  Subsequently, I learned a reverence for the pain that brings wisdom. 

The book remembers how I lost myself, despite my very best intentions.  I had expectations of myself that eclipsed me.  I wanted to be a good wife and mother, as the poem A small house by the sea explores.  Unfortunately, I believed that this required martyrdom, a level of self-denial that I was unable to maintain. 

And, of course as I was going through this epoch, life continued on around me.  I lost a dear friend, who left behind beautiful children and unfulfilled dreams.  I lost my dear, dear uncle unexpectedly.  I was broke and afraid.  I was confronted with loss on all fronts.  It was a painfully raw time.  My poetry became a soothing balm for me.
 

Nature is featured prominently in your poems. You refer to nature throughout. How did the natural world engage your imagination as you were writing?

Nature will always figure heavily into my work.   It is ripe with metaphor for perseverance, wisdom and beauty.  Often, I find nature in travail with humanity; whether flowering branches are being forced to bloom out of season, or a wounded cherry tree is droping her leaves.  Nature loses, dies back, and flourishes again.   When I discovered that a sunflower will drive its roots as much as eight feet into the ground to find water, I knew that I wanted the sunflowers’ tenacity to be my talisman.  Nature doesn’t have all of the answers.  I am not a Romantic in that respect.  But, it has a wisdom that lends itself to parable and fable in its process and systems.  I realize that there is so much that I do not understand, so I am eager to find meaning wherever it presents itself.  This has birthed in me, a reverence for nature and its desire for interconnectedness and order.  So, I sit and watch.  I research.   And, somehow, nature makes sense of my very human existence.     

What were your challenges, struggles in writing this manuscript? How did you organize it?

I began the manuscript in my MFA program (Antioch/LA).  At that time, I didn’t realize that I was writing a book.  I was writing because I wanted to learn how to become a better writer.  I was writing my way through my pain.  And, for a long time, the manuscript was just a compilation of everything I was seeing and feeling at the time.   It wasn’t until I began attending my Cave Canem retreats that I began to see the possibility of creating a cohesive collection.  The challenge then was to sit with the work and relive the experiences it chronicled.  I was eager to move forward and forget.  But, these poems deserved more of me.   I had to engage the poems on their own terms, as if they contained revelations that I hadn’t yet discovered. I was pleased to find the manuscript created a narrative of hope and transcendence.  I learned while assembling the collection that I had survived with my joy intact.
 
With so many references to music– Jazz, Blues, and Folk– in Psalm of the Sunflower, do you see yourself dedicating a future manuscript to musical influences?

Now, there’s an idea!  However, my understanding of music is purely visceral.  When I reach for musical metaphors, I am searching for a shared language.  I don’t have a word, but perhaps the reader and I have a song in common and when I invoke that song, the reader understands.  For example, we feel blues in our bones, and when I invoke the blues in haiku, I am hoping that the brevity of the form will read as resignation and the simple statement, Down so low/Don’t believe in up, will resonate with despair.  Actually, my first forays into musical references began after I read Cornelius Eady’s Victims of the Latest Dance Craze back in grad school.  I was in awe of how he created music and movement in his work.  I thought, Wow!  You can do that with words?  Then I read his you don’t miss your water.  The ironic juxtaposition of the titles of Motown hits with the poignantly stark reality of death and estrangement and reconciliation showed me the power of image and musicality imaginatively layered and scored.  I have been playing with musical form and references ever since.

 

Antoinette Brim teaches Creative Writing, World Literature and Composition at Pulaski Technical College in North Little Rock, Arkansas.  She earned an MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Antioch University/ Los Angeles and a Bachelor of Arts in Literature and Language with an emphasis in Creative Writing from Webster University.  She is a Cave Canem Fellow and a Harvard University W.E.B. Du Bois Fellow, (the National Endowment of the Humanities Summer Institute) and is a recipient of the Archie D. and Bertha H. Walker Foundation Scholarship to the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown.  The recipient of a Pushcart Prize nomination, her work has appeared in various journals, magazines and anthologies.  Psalm of the Sunflower (Willow Books, 2009) is her debut poetry collection. 

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Rita Dove Quotable

December 11, 2009

I love this woman, this poet. I have ever since I remember reading her poetry in high school. Imagine my amazement when I discovered she was a black woman!

“Have you ever heard a good joke? If you’ve ever heard someone just right, with the right pacing, then you’re already on the way to poetry. It’s about using words in very precise ways and using gesture.”

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The Mic Was Still Open

December 2, 2009

With my college days almost two years behind me, my daughter being grown and now school-aged, I must admit that hitting up the open mic has taken the back seat, maybe even the trunk. I do, however, make time for readings which are quite different in a lot of ways.

But what Derrick Weston Brown does at Bus Boys and Poets is somewhat unique. He mixes the open mic with features, who are almost always solid poets from near and far who change the air irrevocably. There’s a democratic-ness to the assemblage: neither the open mic or the feature seem bigger than the other. It begins and ends with poems, some rough around the edges, some rants, but moving all the same (even it it moves you to laughter or chargrin or disquiet).

 One of my favorite pastimes is to just sit back in the cut. And before you know it, I’ll see some familiar faces–Alan King, Fred Joiner, Katey Richey, Holly Bass, Kyle Dargan, Melanie Henderson, Truth Thomas, to name a few. It’s really a thing of beauty going through the motions of sticking you head out and seeing your people, poets you remember you when you were just cutting your teeth in Tony Medina’s class at Howard University.

Ruth Forman was an electric presence. I saw her maybe two or three times before I even knew it was her yesterday evening. There was a belatedness to our stares as if we had met each other before and recognized the other but couldn’t pull the name out of our fading memory. I am also grateful for meeting her beau. He was so kind to promote her reading on my radio program on WPFW.

After almost two years of not being a regular fixture at Bus Boys and Poets, it’s nice to know that the Mic is indeed forever open. Much appreciation to the good people at Bus Boys and Poets–our gathering place for poets with politics and purpose. And to the beautiful Washingtonians who swell the Langston room each week thirsty for the truth.

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Some Things I Did When I Wasn’t Blogging

November 30, 2009

  1. -I had Thanksgiving dinner for the first time at a buffet. It was lots of fun. No dishes. Same food. Easy to clean-up.

-My Dad took the bus from NYC to be with me and his granddaughter. It was an interesting experience. Some fatherhood posts are forthcoming.

-On my weekly trip to the library I picked up a couple of books that I read before (Naomi Shihab Nye’s You & Yours, and Lucille Clifton’s Voices) I think re-reading is so absolutely necessary. I think the meaning becomes clearer and strikes different chords on the second round, and third, fourth, etc.

 -I thought a lot about writing. Writing poems. Shaking the dust off a couple of essays I have rattling in my head which reminds me, I haven’t gotten paid for a piece I did for a local newspaper. I need to make a phone call tomorrow.

-I’ve been working on my grad school applications: requesting recommendation letters, slapping a few poems around like I’m a bad mama jamama (shut yo mouth) I’m really excited that I’ll only have to pay one application fee: compliments of being a Ronald E. McNair Scholar.

 -I watched the movie Hairspray with my daughter; It was set in Baltimore and since she’s a native of Baltimore it was interesting, though the film is set in the 1960s. I’m a huge fan of Queen Latifah and found the flick entertaining. Though, I couldn’t figure out why John Trovolta played a female character…? We also watched the beginning of Miss Jane Pittman. It’s hard to watch these films with children in the room. Kayla wants to know…why doesn’t the girl have shoes? Because she’s a slave. What’s a slave?

- I had a wonderful show last Monday on my radio show, Poet’s Corner. I have a new host, poet Carolyn Joyner, and we discussed political poems. We got quite a few calls. It’s a topic I’d like to explore more as it’s not discussed in a way that I find satisfying.

- I have yet to see the film Precious. I absolutely have to see it not so much because I think I’ll enjoy it but because I’m a culture critic; it’s my job to the a watchdog of sorts for black cinema.

-And finally, I’m looking for film enthusiasts. I’m a part of a team starting an online publication dedicated to black independent film. We could really use some interns, and film enthusiasts who don’t mine donating an article pro bono.

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Interview with Tara Betts

November 14, 2009

tara_bettsHow did you come up with the title? What does Arc & Hue mean?

The title, Arc & Hue, is culled from a poem in the first section about a little boy and I drawing on the sidewalks outside my mother’s house in Kankakee, IL. I kept thinking of how, as adults, we try to construct these moments so that children have, and hopefully later, recall having positive experiences with us.  I know that’s where the poem came from, but when the collection came together the last line of the poem embodied all that longing and potential nostalgia that is easily wiped away. This book grapples with that feeling of holding on to memories we create and letting them go to make room for the rest of our lives.  Some people have also hinted that Arc & Hue are two words that describe a woman of color.  I appreciate, this, but it was not intentional in writing this book or the poem.

 When did you encounter artist Makeba Kedem-DuBose and what informed your decision to place “Gathering Scene-Untitled #4” on the cover? 

I have been admiring Makeba’s work for the past 2 years actually. I actually met her through facebook! I found myself struggling to figure out what I wanted for the cover, and I knew I wanted to have artwork by a woman of color, particularly from the Chicago area. I kept looking but there were a few paintings that Makeba had done that just kept speaking to me. “Gathering Scene-Untitled #4” seemed to be a collective of spirits walking and surrounding a person.  I’ve often felt that I have ancestral spirits around me, and that it connected to the idea of the book so well. I asked Makeba hoping that she would let me use the painting and sent her the manuscript for Arc & Hue. She not only loved the poems, but was excited to share her work for the cover, and I hope this is a chance for people to get to know her work.

The first section engages the subject of the body–women’s bodies in particular–as a poet what kind of journey did this topic provide?

 As a poet, I think it helps us break down that divide between the cerebral and the physical. The two cannot exist in isolation from each other, but I’m also thinking that people still harbor so many secrets and taboos concerning the body that it makes it very easy for us to embrace sexist and repressive ideas or hate our bodies.  Although these poems may not address the body as radically as performance artist Annie Sprinkle, I think we have to openly address the body and women have to have conversations about choices they can make. How their bodies are seen by others, how do we see our own bodies and why do see them that way, what we choose to do with them, how do we avoid abuse-these are all big topics that I think women poets are just scratching the surface with their poems. Diane Wakowski, Anne Sexton, Nikky Finney, Ruth Forman and Julia de Burgos have addressed this for me in some ways, but there are so many ways we still have yet to explore in terms of talking about the body.

Is there a question you attempted to answer with this manuscript?arc&hue

There is not a question that Arc & Hue is attempting to answer per se. For me, this book is attempting to address the multiplicities of identity within one person. We have families, histories, names, friends and relationships that come and go, as well as cultural, class-based, and sexual identities, and all of these factors affect our lives. I think Arc & Hue starts with the idea of dismantling the exclusionary (especially with “Housekeeping” as the opening poem), then attempts to reveal what is there for people who are often considered marginal. Arc & Hue starts with a birth and works toward a progression of political awareness in poetic forms and lyric with a heavy narrative emphasis.

One More Chance

for Faith Evans

What happens when summer thickens

with notorious rhymes from Bed-Stuy,

when pulse quickens

heavy as thumping bass deep-fried?

There is a laying of hands on cheeks

more sincere than any bullet.

A chorus of chambered muscles speaks

in red tandem pairing.  A trigger pulled

fires our lips and skin into one long streak.

My eyelids shudder then blink.

He’s trapped in this delicate dance

too.  I nod and think

when the widow chanteuse sings,

baby, gimme one more chance.

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Upcoming Reading

November 11, 2009

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Catching My Breath

November 10, 2009

ReadingatBordersIt feels like a week since I’ve had time to post.  But there’s good reason, I’ve been busy. I started a new gig with Split This Rock working with Sarah Browning & company (Melissa, Katherine, Jaime, Alicia, and Reggie), activist-poets based here in Washington. Here’s a short interview I did with Sarah on a previous blog, Poetic Notes, some years back.

Aside from all of the enthusiasm associated with landing a new gig, I’ve been reading a lot. I must have five or six different books spread across my bed. There’s Carolyn Forche’s Country Between Us which is growing on me. I’m not sure if I’ve encountered a narrative poet with this kind of force and beauty and high drama in my reading life.

There’s also Michael Harper’s Dear John, Dear Coltrane. His poems are sexy, not all cerebral like so many “name” poets. I found his poems about the death of his son especially touching. For some reason, I’m drawn to poems written by male poets, especially black male poets, that we often don’t read or hear about. I like those vulnerable poems that we once thought was the exclusive soverign of female writing. Also, there are new and fresh subject positions that Harper creates for this voice. This is also important. So many poets are writing from their own voices and not necessarily creating voices in the traditional way.

Oh, and I finally read for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf. Shange has an awesome ear and command of the language. Yet I found it a chore reading the text. The idea of this choreopoem is exquisite and it gave me some ideas for my own dramatic writing. I’d like to see this staged. Plays are truly meant to be seen up on stage. And since there are so few stage directions, the director has free reign in producing this work. It’ll be interesting to see what Tyler Perry does (or doesn’t do) with this play.

I also read most of Best African American Essays 2009. I found the collection to be satisfying, particularly the essay written by Walter Mosley about his mother, Gray Shawl; and I thoroughly enjoyed James McBride’s Hip Hop Planet.

 My reading gets scattered and all over the place but this is how it is when I’m not writing. I need to draw every source that comes my way. When I browse the shelves of my neighborhood library, I grab what catches my eye. And usually I strike oil between the pages.

I just started reading Tara Bett’s Arc & Hue and plan to post something in the next few days about the book as Ms. Betts will be in town soon. I’ve also solicited things from a few friends so stay tuned. If you’d like to write for Words Matter, drop me a line. The numbers have been really good. My only regret is that I don’t have more time to ensure more regular posts.

Thanks for your patience as I catch my breath.

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Reading at Strathmore Mansion in Bethesda

October 20, 2009

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Author Marita Golden and I will read from the anthology It’s All Love. This reading is a lunchtime event.  This reading will begin promptly at 11:30am on Thursday, October 22.

For more information about this anthology and or the Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright Foundation (which the book benefits) click here.