Monday, May 12, 2014

Acceptance: UMVA Magazine May 2014


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The Union of Maine Visual Artists recently published an Ekphrastic issue, and I am most pleased that my poem “Capitol Shirt” is included, along with its inspiration: an acrylic on postcard by Natasha Mayers. This postcard (also named “Capitol Shirt”) draws from the World Bankster postcard exhibit at Space Gallery in Portland, Maine. I love Mayer's artist statement:


The banksters are the predators, profiteers, the money men, the global banking cartel that I insert into each postcard scene, in every possible situation, where you least expect them. They are anonymous, faceless, often headless, trapped in a suit and tie, which is like a costume/uniform, straitjacket, a mask, like armor. Sometimes they are a dominating, looming presence, usually unexpected and inappropriate (what the f—is going on??!!!!). Postcards share a moment, a quick connection from far away, tell little stories, serve as a travelogue. They are often from exotic places. These little paintings are my comment on capitalism, post-colonialism, globalization, cultural appropriation, cultural authenticity and differences, sexism, etc.

http://natashamayers.wordpress.com/


Part of the genius of Mayers is her prolific creativity. I don’t know how many ‘postcards’ she has painted, but it could be thousands. Her mind seems constantly streaming with fresh ideas. For quite a while, until she decided to refocus her energy, she was the main artist for commondreams.org, supplying them with a new piece of art every day. As far as I can tell, her flourishing expression goes back decades. She has also supervised the construction of over 500 murals (!) and is a true leader in Maine’s art and counter-political scene.

I can’t begin to do justice to her many accomplishments and brilliancies here. I recommend googling “Natasha Mayers artist” for a much better glimpse than what I supply, though still only a glimpse.

To see my poem and Natasha’s postcard, click on the following link and scroll down:

CAPITOL SHIRT

If you are at all drawn to the realm of visual art, as a connoiseur, dilettante, or just an observer on the zesty edge of the bohemian scene, I strongly recommend UMVA Online Magazine. It takes about 30 seconds for my browser to load, so packed and profuse are the contents with art and aesthetics, all intriguingly formatted. You'll also find a down-to-earth groove, and engaging essays that ring with joi d'arte.

UMVA recently launched a major effort to reach every artist in Maine (and anyone interested beyond) and recently christened a new chapter. Such enthusiasm, a collective radiance of elan, buoys this organization!

Go see what some of the greatest artistic minds in the Northeastern corner of the US are up to.

Owl

Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Hope of Hydrogen Amid US Decline

If you’ve read any of my essays on this blog before, you’re probably inoculated against the depressive aspects. If not, be ready for a big dose of downer! There is a positive theme in the second half, though, one based on the very-real hope of hydrogen power.

It’s awfully clear that the US Empire is sinking while China rises. It should also be obvious that this is due, in large part, to a transfer of wealth from the US to China. The simplified reason is that a lot of things we buy say “Made In China” on them. Indeed, consumer capitalism has trained the imperial citizenry to focus on shallow-pleasures at low price while ignoring the unseen long-term costs: to the environment and also the moral and economic health of the nation. The neurotic greed of many elites, who hoard wealth, has a counterpart in the rabid buying of the hoi polloi. As the plutocracy gains in proportion to the rest, it becomes more able to dominate the government and subvert the already feeble level of democracy allowed by America's two-party system.

The rise of China coupled with the sad decadence of the USA has tragic ethical consequences. The most powerful country in the world will soon be one that is anti-freedom: of speech, of religion, of thought, of public assembly, and so on. It is heavily sexist, racist, and homophobic. In America, some inroads have been made around equality and professional opportunity. Not so in China. Also, torture is widespread there. An example is placing dissidents into mental hospitals, where they undergo faux psychiatric treatment. People do not vote in China to choose their leaders. Slavor labor in factories, which fuels cheap prices in the US, is an abomination.

It is not as if China is ‘evil’ while the US is ‘good.’ The US tortures “detainees” through “rendition”--effectively kidnapping people in one country to fly them to other countries to be tortured. The word “detainee” is legalese to get around the Geneva Convention. The “detainees” in Guantanamo are also tortured. We can thank George W. Bush for a lot of this. However, for decades the US has been overthrowing democratically elected leaders in the third world and emplacing vicious tyrants who use death squads. The half-million deaths in Indonesia in 1965 are in large part our doing. Vietnam was basically a genocidal campaign, de facto, at the psychological and strategic level (see the book, Kill Anything That Moves). There are many more cases of horrible outcomes like this. Satan-worthy stuff, all excused by ‘the end justifies the means’. US corporations vacuum up profit from government-inflicted atrocity whenever they can (often the atrocity involves installing/supporting a dictator friendly to US business).

Sadly, the US and China are more similar than we like to admit (another example, the US has more citizens incarcerated, per capita and in total number, than any other country by far. Over two million Americans are in jail). And yet, despite its great wrongs, the US has stumbled forward in terms of certain critical liberties--thanks to brave protesters and martyrs, given some protection by Constitutional rights.

In sum, world civilization is slipping backward, into a status that will be significantly more anti-human. We can expect police states to gain in popularity as China ascends. The danger and nadir of this trend is already present in China’s semi-ally, North Korea. North Korea uses Hitler-like prison camps to keep its citizens fanatically worshipping its current dictator, the son of the last dictator (please note: I do not use the reference to Hitler lightly; I know the name is overused, but it is completely appropriate here). This entire nation is divorced from reality into an extreme cult-like status of paranoia and hatred for the USA and other countries. They have developed atomic weapons and soon will have the capability to launch at the United States.

Nuclear war is continously a distinct possibility, especially as more countries gain such weapons. This increases the odds of an eruption of nationalistic frenzy and all-out war--and a chain-reaction of launches extending through many countries, out of reflexive fear. We only avoided nuclar war in the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962 by the barest of margins, with considerable luck (for instance, a russian sub commander, who lost contact with his superiors, was talked out of launching by the staff medical officer).

A sad corollary to the growth of police-state orientations is the spread of so-called state capitalism, which will continue the trend of huge wealth gaps. This harkens back to an ancient pattern (feudal, monarchic, despotic) of wealth-concentration in a very few hands. The rest struggle at various levels of descending obeisance. You have an artisan class and soldier class; and yet the majority languish at the level of peony. The peony’s education level is kept quite narrow so they can be manipulated easily by propaganda.

The spread of police states and state capitalism heralds grimmest of times for the environment, as both these systems tend to support a leadership of callous people with selfish egos, focused primarily on short-term power/money accumulation. Brilliant demagogues with sociopathic traits tend to do well in these systems, as they are geniuses at manipulating the masses via class hatred, fear of the enemy, patriotic fervor, and so on--and not shy about using the most violent, ugly tactics.

That’s a summary of some of my recent dismal thoughts. On the positive side, electricity that is derived from breaking water into hydrogen is here. The US Navy, in fact, plans to run all its ships on sea water in ten years. Possibly, the effects/fear of global warming will catalyze a shift to reliance on water for powering our homes, cars, everything! The chemical reaction is similar to how plants conduct photosynthesis. One big question is whether the propaganda of oil companies and right-wing magnates, such as the super-powerful Koch brothers, can be overcome. If so, the world can shift away from reliance on fossil fuels to a new energy whose pollution-effects are extremely minor in comparison.

Can this shift to hydrogen power have a moral effect on civilization? Possibly. Greater respect for Earth could engender greater empathy and hope. These, in turn, could propel a social movement toward long-sighted virtue and away from a paradigm of short-sighted ego competition (i.e. more money = better person).

And example of empathy and hope in action: the worldwide women’s movement continues to challenge ancient sexist stereotypes and patterns of violent oppression (e.g. women en masse protesting the engrained practices of rape in India). Again, the spread of equality could bring 'consciousness raising', which can alter behavior on a grand scale. If people realize that culture is more powerful than human nature, they might fight more for cultural change.

Indeed, the global women's movement transcends nationality and class and directly concerns the specific social status of over half the human population. If hydrogen power enhances environmental awareness and empathy, it will not replace feminism or other 'isms' but will rather work with them to modify the psyche of the 21st century. It will encourage people to spread their care over a large holistic field of geography, ethnicity, gender and time.

As technology rushes ahead, so do those who are masters of exploiting it for their own gain--but each advance (e.g. the internet) also offers new opportunities to re-think our role, to gain more freedom (from the oil companies, for example), and to generate empathy for Earth, animals and the oppressed.

These are critical times, my friends, in which idea-systems struggle with each other, within the arena of mass psychology, to determine the vector of civilization and--because humans are so pervasive and transformative--the state of the planet Earth for a long time, if not permanently.


Owl

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Acceptance: Full of Crow

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Direct link to the latest issue:

http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/2014/04/full-of-crow-poetry-april-2014/


Full of Crow has launched its "jumbo" April issue, which includes four of my poems ("Barstow Junction," "Sink," "Detective," and "Brunch").

Lynn Alexander has been steering this literary wild ride for five years and is such an authentic, open, dynamic, nonconformist, blatantly bold leader. Her "Editor's Note" is a tell-it-like-it-is triumph of down-to-earth expression. I loved her voice the moment I started reading.

She's looking for a new direction now, a new literary swerve among the creative paths of fate. A guest editor is handling the Summer issue (although apparently the journal almost went on "hiatus," as I was informed in my acceptance letter). If you want to volunteer to help at Full of Crow, or in other ways reach out to give thanks to Lynn, now would be the time. (I use the informal "Lynn" even though I don't don't her--saying "Editor Alexander" just doesn't fit, at least not with what I perceive to be her style).

Three of the four poems accepted contain sharp social criticism, which I feel artists, intellectuals and others who have been given the (sometimes hard-won) privileges of time and awareness are morally mandated to express, at least in some degree, in their writing/art.

Full of Crow is extra good at challenging the system, the establishment, the interlocking system of Avarice that has crippled America in terms of social mobility and economic decency. We live again--AGAIN--in a time of monopoly, the sort that Franklin D. Roosevelt criticized so roundly:

We had to struggle with the old enemies of peace—business and financial monopoly, speculation, reckless banking, class antagonism, sectionalism, war profiteering.

They had begun to consider the Government of the United States as a mere appendage to their own affairs. We know now that Government by organized money is just as dangerous as Government by organized mob.


To Lynn Alexander: Best of luck with your future creative directions, and feel free to spend time doing whatever calls you--you deserve it!

Owl

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Poem: Love Your Enemies

This piece was used as part of Kenny Cole's Parabellum gallery exhibit at the University of Maine Museum of Art. A total of nine of my poems were embedded in the installation's gouaches. Two of those poems were previously unpublished, including this one. Here's a link to see them all:

http://kennycole.com/p-/the-poetry-of-parabellum

To see my many thoughts on Kenny Cole's art or Parabellum, you can search this blog, or go to kennycole.com

Thanks for reading!

Owl

PS: the italicized line is completely unique among the thousands of poems I've written.

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Love Your Enemies

nothing hurts more
than the ache in the lack:
to ignore the blood
on shard-sprinkled streets.
or people dressed like you,
taking slugs in the crossfire,
expressions like yours,
the one in the mirror,
asking the same question:
why am i down going down why going why down going down why this?
they die near your desert boots
as you watch like murder,
wanting to have warm eyes.
to cry--and yet
also to be killed,
to be shot as you shoot.
yes. you yearn for it.
and yet you feel nothing,
not even your own sick game:
how you laugh
while exposing your head.
the only thing that hurts
is the absence of any pain,
an immunity to tears.
fear the only force that gets through,
but it comes like a lost child.

war disfigures everyone.
and when you shoot
you kill those your mother
taught you to love.
you aren’t you anymore.
you have shot so often
the trigger can’t resist,
though it knows
what you are doing is wrong.

when you have shot away
all the enemies in the mirror,
those pieces of yourself,
those neighbors
you were told to love by God,
it will be good.



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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Poets, Like Therapists, Need To Practice 'Self-Care'!


The Importance of Self-Care for Poets

I’m currently participating in a workshop at Rooster Moans (aka Poetry Coop) and the group energy has led to many mutual reflections, including one on self-care. The basic idea is that that poets, much like therapists, use empathy to emotionally connect with wrenching issues: suicide, abuse, life-changing loss, and many others. Therapists are taught to practice “self-care” as part of their training, and can seek support from networks of colleagues in professional environments. Poets, however, have no such training. They are often left to deal with painful psychic states alone, without guidance.

Not only that, the way that poets employ empathy is less regulated, as a matter of practice, than therapists. Therapists are taught to moderate how much they assume a client’s perspective. Poets, however, dive in with full leaps, chasing after their muses. Therapists talk of boundaries in terms of proper and necessary limitations. Poets seek to break through boundaries, riding the gallop of headlong passions. Like other artists, poets sometimes even talk of possession or channeling. Given these mind-plumbing shifts, such brave bards might be in need of significant self-care.

In the current workshop there are a number of writers who are absolutely courageous. One of them is attempting to translate the work of a foreign poet who focuses on AIDS. The act of translating another’s work is itself a psyche-dissolving task. You could lose your sense of identity, immersed in another’s perspective. Adding to the risk is the agony of dealing with AIDS and its repercussions: the physical misery, the grief of family, the idiocy of bureaucratic logjams, and so on. A therapist whose clients have AIDS-related issues would need to practice serious self-care--shouldn’t a literary translator, too?

More than a few of the other writers in the workshop are braving realms of terrible loss. Empathy is being turned inward to summon the most raw and candid expressions. Therapists avoid this technique in practice: the therapist’s insightful gaze is always outward, toward another person, someone whom they do not know personally, outside the therapeutic relationship.

This leads to a consideration of the axis of subjective versus objective. Only in certain classical forms of therapy, such as Freudian psychoanalysis, do therapists strive to remain entirely detached; however, the concept of objectivity helps therapists to form a connection with a client that is balanced: a level of empathic and emotional contact supported by collective institutional experience and clinical research. The very notion of objectivity provides a kind of aegis in the mental health field. It warns against ‘going too far’, immersing so deeply in a client’s pain that effective counseling is hampered.

What is objectivity to a poet? Something to be torn up into pieces to make a wild mosaic! Art and objectivity don’t mix. Instead, the poet embraces subjectivity, steps forward instead of back, in an attempt to find voice and manifest unique creative expressions. Subjectivity, in this sense, runs renegade from constrictive norms. It is the wild, wild west of the mind in contrast to the principled community of prudent order.

None of this is meant to disparage the work of therapists. I worked on a crisis hotline for thirteen years, in the capacity of a volunteer counselor and also as a trainer of volunteers; so I have had a taste of what therapists do, and I want to emphasize: therapists are some of the most virtuous people in the world, strong psychically and patiently giving. Their own issues do get triggered via their practice; and as part of their self-care they have to listen to their own hearts, deal with their own psychological history, in a way that provides catharsis and sublimation.

Therapists do scream into their pillows, but not 'on the job'. They might also turn to poetry, even as poets might turn to counseling, to deal with their own feelings.

Therapists are in constant contact with a wide range of suffering people. They work long hours, often with a large case load. Many of their clients might be in grave crisis, or on the verge of such crisis. The therapist sits face-to-face in close proximity with someone in dire psychic need, providing care, validation, and guidance. Dealing with anguish is the norm. Clients could even have physical wounds visible, such as cuts or bruises from abuse, trauma, or a recent suicide attempt.

Poets proceed very differently, but their modus operandi is also psychologically profound. Like therapists, poets use empathy to investigate heart-tearing subjects. The poet does so without a structure of professional boundaries and principles for protection; without objectivity as a moor; while embracing their soulful task as an ardent quest. They have no client/healer separation to rely on as a buffer. Their ‘client’ might be their own tear-stained eyes, staring back at them from the mirror. Poets, also, focus on loved ones such as family members or romantic partners, a line that therapists are forbidden to cross by ethical standards. In short, the poet’s methods dismantle the protections that keep counselors from getting lost in a boundary-less place, one beyond social constructs of identity and reality.

In a way that therapists are not, poets are on their own.

You are probably asking, “What do you mean, exactly, by self-care?”

First of all, I’m not an expert on this subject. I have only a few basic suggestions.

That said, the simple answer is: making time for yourself to engage in activities that regenerate and empower your spirits. Within this broad statement, every person must find their own salutary path. In counseling circles, a supportive group of colleagues is considered wonderful for self-care. Self-care does not mean having to be alone or isolated. Poets talking with other poets, bolstering each other’s self-esteem, might be an excellent salve.

Another option is counseling. Many therapists have therapists. I personally wish we all had a good therapist. A nonjudgmental, accepting listener who helps one find a personalized healing path is so special.

Aside from those suggestions, we all have activities, hobbies, or impulses that pull us. It is important that these are done FOR YOU--not for your partner, not for your kids, not for anyone else. Self-care is not code for put-others-first care. When I worked on the hotline, some of our volunteers who took time to rest ended up supporting relatives or friends, or volunteering at other places!

You might have already figured out that the key element of self-care is time. You have to make time for you, no one else--you. Maybe that means going to a concert and hanging out with good friends--or maybe it means taking a nap. Whatever works! There is a corollary to this freedom, though: activities that are part of unhealthy cycles, such binge drinking, don’t count as self-care. Such Faustian bargains with your subconscious might allow you to keep going as a poet for a while, but only at a very destructive cost, to yourself and others as well.

Without self-care, therapists become less effective and eventually burn out. I am fairly certain a similar effect applies to poets. We are woefully behind therapists in recognizing the psychological ramifications of our scary, daring, ecstatic journeys of soul. It is important for us to be good to ourselves, not only as a mode of regeneration, but to enhance the fulfilment of the artistic journey as well!

Thanks for reading!

Owl

PS: The workshop is: Gilding the Lily: The Roots That Clutch, taking place on poetrycoop.com.

PPS: Many thanks to Cindy Hochman, Kim Peter Kovac, and Maureen Alsop from the workshop for helping me to forumlate these ideas!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Last Poem Ever In Bolts of Silk!!

http://boltsofsilk.blogspot.co.uk/

After 8 years of publishing sensuous, animal-friendly poems, Bolts of Silk is closing up shop. It is a bittersweet moment as I was informed that my poem "Elemancy" has been posted, and is probably going to be one of the last few poems ever to be presented on the site. Editor Juliet Wilson certainly deserves a rest, and I am happy for her that she will have more time to use her prodigious energies in any way she wants. She will be continuing with her very popular blogs, such as Crafty Green Poet (craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com).

She informed me that Bolts of Silk will remain available as an archive. Over the years, twenty-three of my poems have been published in BoS. I may be the poet most-published in the journal! It is a momentous change, especially coupled with my resolve to spend most of my mental fuel working on my novel. It may be time in which my own poetry activity changes.

Best of luck to Juliet Wilson! Bolts of Silk lives on as a presence on the web, and in my heart.


Owl

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem: Who Will Hear?

I was honored to run a poetry workshop at the 7th annual Rainbow Ball, held at the University of Maine, Machias, over the weekend. The event, attended by high school students throughout the region and Maine, celebrated LGBT and other gender/sexual diversities, providing entertainment and crucial information.

The theme for the Rainbow Ball was superheroes, and my workshop was titled, "Words as Wings, Spells and Other Superheroic Things!!"

Below is a poem I wrote for the workshop, in lieu of a lecture. The poem, by example, attempts to show the place of the craft in realms both personal and political. The kids I worked with were awesome, open and precocious. Many of them wrote heart-searing poems right there in the workshop!

Owl


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Who Will Hear?

i want to be heard by you
more than anyone
but it seems you are less likely to hear me
than anyone,
and that is part of my shout
as i write this.
but i do know one thing:
someone will hear this poem--someone will.
i’m not sure who or where
but i am not the only one
who has felt the brick wall
of a shoulder turning away;
who has felt the iron gate
of family or community, locking shut.
some people close their thoughts
within layers of fear
to keep who i am from getting in.
this poem is me daring to speak.
this poem is my courage,
singing out in a world that
is often ugly in the ways it perceives.
as i write these words,
i realize there is one person
who needs to hear them
more than anyone else--and that is me.
i deserve to embrace my own voice
and my own right to shout out
and to sing and laugh--
to be proud of who i am.
it does not matter
if this poem earns someone else’s high grade.
just by writing down what I feel, what I think--
that makes this poem special,
and it reminds me that I am special,
and through all the emotions
and all experiences that i will have throughout my life;
and all the joys and hopes; the loves
and sweet memories; and also the
frustrations and fears, and
the walls of ears that just won’t hear me,
through all this,
throughout everthing,
i am beautiful --
just the way i am.


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Monday, April 7, 2014

Acceptance: Five Quarterly ... Almost (!?)

VISIT 5Q


Five Quarterly (also referred to as 5Q) has five new editors every quarter. They select only five poems and five stories for the issue. The stratagem behind this is explained quite well on site:

Founded in 2012, Five Quarterly is an online literary project that invites readers of all kinds to participate in our editorial process and offers writers a place where they can feel comfortable and excited about submitting their most personal work. Each quarter, five new guest editors ultimately select five poems and five pieces of fiction for online publication. We hope that this model will help to introduce fresh perspectives, diversify the face of publishing, and encourage an expanding literary community. (website: ABOUT section)

Nearby is the ultra-cool motto:


Five new poems. Five new stories. Five new editors.


Speaking as someone who has submitted poetry over the last twelve years--seemingly everywhere--I want to say: 5Q is indeed original. The dynamic built into the raison d'etre is geared to throw branches of community far and wide. Truly remarkable. Vastly memorable.

There is only one potential downside. However, Founders Vanessa Gabb and Crissy Van Meter have a more-than-satisfactory solution.

Let me spell out this potential problem--which, again, has already been defused by Gabb and Van Meter--in a case study. This will be my first case study ever! In fact, maybe I have just invented a new discipline, a new -ology: the study of the organizational structure of literary journals: journalology.

Anyway, here is my very first case study.


Case Study for 5Q

Assume the five editors for a 5Q issue have very different tastes, and each picks only one poem for the issue (remember, only five poems appear). It would seem, then, that most poets who submit are competing for a single slot. Why? Only one editor (at most) will have the same style-preference as any hopeful poet. The odds of acceptance, in this case study, are slipping over the rim of the big zero.

I want to drag out, uh, I mean elaborate the analysis of the case study a little bit more. Let's do some empirical research!

The latest issue of 5Q is Winter 2014. Who are the five editors? Are they likely to have diverging tastes? Or do they seem likely to share preferences?

Here are shortened versions of their bios (from p.2):


Jason Kichline is the Emmy award-winning producer of the web-tv series Reporting Aids.

Mary Sotnick ... is Executive Director of Watermark.

Lara Taubman Wisniewski is an arts editor and curator.

Eric Vasquez works as an Art Director at World Wrestling Entertainment.

David Whelan ... lives and writes in London.


Looking at this quintet of guest editors, I sense some serious dissonance. These folks might well have very divergent tastes. In fact, my speculation is that they each started with control over two slots in the Winter issue: one poetry and one story. Possibly, they traded picks among themselves, like corporations swapping carbon credits. In any case, they each were the sole deciders of just a few slots in the zine.

Now, let's do a quick rundown of the five poems in the Winter 2014 issue. Are they similar? Or very different? Will there be five very-different styles on display?

I want to start by saying that all five poems are extremely good. The 5Q method is superb for maxing quality. It's kinda frightening actually, how superlative these poems are (and how devastating to my ego as an artist).

First in the line-up is “girls girls girls” by David Blumenshine. Trust me, almost no poem ever written could compete with this one (and certainly nothing of mine). This is a wild, dark fugue that romps and seduces and dramatically bashes through a thin-skinned maze of emotions. In short, it spikes the reader along at least several psychological indices.

The next poem, presented in a different font, is Clay Cantrell’s Stray Dog Blues and Others (subtitle: for Robert Barbour). This is lyrical and enspelling; tender with pain and heart-waltzing. Although sometimes feverish, it does not flirt with tantrums like “girls girls girls.” Conclusion: Very very different poem.

Third is “Due” by Ashleigh Lambert. This wrestles the reader with supple arms of anguish and anxiety, revealing a cruelness even inside its kindness--and yet ultimately revealing the fear and pain of a troubled state of pregnancy. New font. Beautiful, poignant, vicious voice. Nothing like its predecessors.

Fourth, “Missing School As a Sick Child” by John McKernan. I was immediately struck by the unique use of visual space. This poem is nostalgic yet nuanced by philosophical ornaments. It is somewhat like prose, dominated by powerful figures, and a child’s small sense of identity. And yet another new font. So far, all the poems are camping out in different geographies.

Finally, “FOURSQUARE: METAPOETICS” by Anthony Ramstetter, Jr. This is the most structured of the five poems, divided, as in algebra, by a mantissa and abscissa--and yet it also captures bathyal thought-patterns with stark lucidity. It madly theorizes with the abandon of Dionysus turning into Freud (“Anything naked has its greatest agency when it is approaching disappearance”). In sum, it does a nasty pole dance around the straight-laced cross in the center.

There you have it, the full Case Study! My conclusion: the five poems and the five editors are very different. Hence, it is quite likely that any poet who submits to 5Q is hunting after a single available slot, one that only comes up once a quarter. Not only that, the poems in 5Q are exceedingly fine. If you are not in top form, you have zilch chance of getting in. Imagine a galaxy-wide deep six wastebasket.

However, and this is a HUGE “however,” the brilliant Founders, Vanessa Gabb and Crissy Van Meter, have found a way to turn exclusivity into wonderful inclusivity. They actually make rejection a way to expand participation in their project. This is just pure genius!! How?

If your poem makes it to the final round of the editors’ readings, and yet doesn’t get accepted, you still get published--in a sister journal called Almost Five Quarterly (A5Q). Not surprisingly, A5Q is pretty darn busy, publishing a piece every week. From the site:

Though 5Q guest editors ultimately have to pass on so many excellent submissions per issue, each week our team showcases work(s) that reached the final round of guest editor readings. Because of the nature of our project, we only offer ten spots per quarter, so almost totally counts in our book. We like to think of A5Q as that dope sister restaurant next door where you could go for food just as good. Check out our current issue and happenings at fivequarterly.org.

(http://almost5q.tumblr.com)


I am happy to report that my poem, “Irises In a Portrait” will be hanging out at the “dope sister restaurant”! There’s a big backlog, so it won’t be appearing until July 4. But this will be the happiest Independence Day of my literary life!

It is obvious that Editors--uh, I mean Founders--Gabb and Van Meter have to be brilliant: they have writers crooning in ecstasy after being rejected by them!

My apologies, but I am going to regress into sheer praise and astonishment:

5Q is a mighty, mighty awesome journal!!!

And, also, Viva la A5Q!


Owl




Friday, April 4, 2014

Release: Blast Furnace Volume 4 Issue 1

With a theme of Magical Mystery, the latest issue of Blast Furnace has published! How happy I am that my poems "Birch" and "Behavioral Drift" are included. To see them, and the wonderful work of the other contributors, you can follow this link:

http://www.blastfurnacepress.com/2014/04/blast-furnace-volume-4-issue-1.html


The guest editor is Stefanie Wielkopolan, whose first book of poetry, Border Theory, is available from Coffee Bean Press.

"Behavioral Drift" is actually a poem about flames in a woodstove. It gets mighty cold here in remote Maine, and I sit watching the fire dance fairly often. There are plenty of birch trees around, too; hence, "Birch." It is written in the magical-realist style of Neruda and Lorca. Here is the first stanza, which hopefully will entice you:


Birch

obelisk of elephant eyes,
silk of muscular currents,
papyrus of the trunk,


...


There are many metaphorical transformations, all praising this incredible tree, in the poem. It contains the word "ambrosine," which I have stored in the back of my mind for years, waiting for a special moment to use. It finally happened!

Dear reader, Be good to yourself as we journey through this incredible miracle called Life.


Owl

PS: See my blog entry on March 31 for more on Blast Furnace and its stupendous Editor, Rebecca Clever.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Release: Wilderness House Literary Review, Volume 9 Number 1

Wilderness House has just released its first issue of its ninth year of publication. I'm very pleased that three of my poems are included ("Post Feast," "Last Impressions Of Some Clerk," "Burn Victim").

I recommend you peruse all the contributors' poetry, for a delightful and edifying variegation. However, here is the direct link to my work, as time is often imperious:

http://www.whlreview.com/no-9.1/poetry/ChrisCrittenden.pdf

I'm getting on a plane tomorrow, to go from Los Angeles to Maine, and I am not certain if I will be able to walk. I might have to do it in a wheelchair. I don't care, I just want to get back. I wish the pains that keep cropping up in various parts of my feet, crippling pains, would simply subside. But when one goes, another seems to rear up. It's very cruel of fate to let me think I will soon be walking again--and then to insert another crippling pain the next morning.

It's been going on for a couple months, and has worn me down psychologically. Bargaining, anger, depression, denial, cheery displacement--they rotate in the carousel of my mind. It's a bizarre and intense lesson about the nature of reality, and how my thoughts interact with it. I can't say it's fun, or that it is ultimately good for me, or my health, not at all--but it fills me with vehement emotions that I can barely, sometimes, channel into my writing. Maybe that channeling, ultimately, is the only positive aspect.

The worst of it all is that I have become a whiny creature, when others have it far worse than me. But I have to process.

Owl