Monday, February 3, 2020

Chapbook Project 2: January Is Over and Where Are We?

That’s the proposed title for my album of Death Cab for Cutie cover songs. But also, how’s the poetry chapbook project coming so far?

Well I’ll tell you –– when in doubt, I usually start with research. Figuring out what kind of book to make generally requires being familiar with books somewhat similar to what you’re trying to make. And fortunately for me I live in Seattle, home to Open Books: one of only two poetry-only bookstores in this great nation. (I got banned from the other one.)

At Open Books I attended a reading of feminist speculative poetry, and picked up a volume by one of the poets. The book is Unmanned by Jessica Rae Bergamino, and I got it because of one poem she read in particular. Well, really, the title of one poem in particular: “Self Portrait of Voyager Two as a Hologram of Princess Leia Imagining Voyager One in Drag as Han Solo Frozen in Carbonite.” It’s a good piece and an excellent premise, a series of poems written by the twin Voyager spacecraft cruising at the edges and beyond of our solar system.



But before and after the reading, I flipped through their bins of chapbooks and emerged with two that seemed promising. The first was 66 for Starters, which I decided to grab because it met several criteria I was looking for: 

• Be written by a poet I’d never heard of before – in this case Serge Gavronsky. 
• The book itself should be simple: this one looked cheap, just letter-sized pages folded in half and stapled down the center.
• It cost less than $10: it was actually four bucks, probably since it had been published nearly twenty years ago.

The other one was Rae Armantrout’s Entanglements, which I picked up because it met several other criteria I was interested in:

• Be written by a poet I’d at least heard of (in this case I’d already read maybe a half-dozen of her poems).
• The book itself should be quality: this was a small, glossy volume with a fancy front and back cover, and even included a designer credit. 
• It cost $10 or less: this one was right on the money at ten bucks, since it had been published in 2017 after the author had already won a Pulitzer Prize.

So from this you can correctly guess a few things about me:
• I have opposite and conflicted feelings about what kind of chapbook to be aiming for.
• I often fall back on studying things instead of doing things.
• I am cheap, and would never allow poetry to get in the way of a bargain.

Over the last few weeks I read through ‘em and did some scribbling inside. I was looking for clues as to how I do or don’t want to move forward, finding some things I liked or disliked to help me get my bearings. Here are my brief descriptions of the two:

66 for Starters is a set of weird, disjointed and usually short pieces that often read like run-on sentences. Gavronsky tends to free-associate from one topic to another, and then circle back around. I kept a running list of the topics he kept returning to that included: 

beginnings
syllables
the dead
pictures
paper
Judaism
revolution
beards

Entanglements is a set of short, terse poems that focus pretty exclusively on quantum mechanics and astrophysics. Armantrout often lays out a set of scientific theories or facts, then switches gears to make tangential points that line up with the technical details already laid out. She has titles like:

Spin
Integer
The Emotional Life of Plants
Fundamentals
The Ether
Chirality

Given those brief descriptions, I would have guessed that someone with my interest in science weirdness (and my aversion to Beat Poetry) would absolutely hate 66 and love Entanglements

As it turned out, both have their strengths but I would actually rather re-read 66 for Starters. One of my notes on the book was that the individual pieces don’t so much stand on their own as lean against the others. You kind of have to keep going to make sense of it all, and the further you read the deeper it all goes. There’s work and craft and experience, but they’re hidden enough to make the book seem casual and throwaway.

Entanglements, on the other hand, is kind of labored to the point of exhaustion. The fact that the author included a freaking Preface in which she lays out what the book is about and why and which science texts she read that inspired it... Woof. It all feels laid on thick, like somebody who wants you to know that they have TOTALLY read Einstein’s seminal text Relativity and it’s super good and they’re super smart for having read it. (Incidentally, that book completely rules and you should read it. To be smart. Like me.)

There are good and bad moments in each, but I was more interested in the specifics of the books and how they were put together. 

66 starts out with a long series of eight-line stanzas, numbered in pretentious Roman numerals. But the rhythms are pretty tight, especially since he repeatedly refers to counting syllables in a kind of meta way. And breaking up a long text into short pieces really proves a huge help in readability (for the same reason that people generally don’t watch Gray’s Anatomy in seventeen-hour chunks).

He has an interlude that neatly separates the book in half, and provides a nice framing device to helps us see that he’s changing focus and moving from his contemporary life circa the year 2000 into a meditation on his Jewish grandfather who left Russia just after the Revolution. 

Here’s the opening piece, “I” (Roman numeral 1):

Beginning tonight at 8
count syllables eliminate
8 there left tonight at
beginning starting gun off
tonight knocked out then deep
solicitation break break ambulance
parked submarines urban beginning.


I really enjoy the sudden shifts, the opening end rhyme that then doesn’t recur anywhere else, the rhythms both loose and held fast by the seven- to ten-syllable lines. I dig the use of “break break” in the middle of a line. And the way it gives concrete images when it brings in the starting gun, ambulance, submarines… We don’t know where it’s going yet, but it seems like a fun ride.

And then there’s Entanglements. It both starts and ends with what I thought of as weaker poems, pieces that obviously meant something to the author but didn’t do much for me as a disinterested reader. That’s especially weird since everything I know about how chapbooks are put together emphasizes the importance of having really striking, effective pieces at the start and the end. (It’s like a pop song – if you’ve got a good intro hook and a good final chorus, a lot of other stuff can be forgiven.)

The book felt like a lot of ideas that were only lightly explored. Here’s the ending of the opening poem, “Accounts”:

The fading laser pulse

Information describing the fading
laser pulse

is stored

is encoded

in the spin states
of atoms.

God
is balancing his checkbook

God is encrypting his account.

This is taking forever!


It’s a fun idea, taking the quantum confusion of the micro-world and bringing it into the everyday boring stuff of accounting. But the last line is a complete tonal shift, and I can’t understand what it’s doing there or why. And the comparison between physics and banking doesn’t really… say anything, does it? It seems like it’s going somewhere and then just stops.

So all that to say, my research seems to be starting off well. I’m learning what I do and don’t want, what my own personal tastes might lead me to, and it’s doing the most important job: alleviating my guilt at not actually doing much work on my own chapbook.

Next time: how’s the work going on my own chapbook?

This post brought to you courtesy of:


  • Procrastination
  • Blogger, a Google product!
  • Ego
  • The letter “J” and the number “4”
  • A desperate sense of panic at wasting one’s life
  • The Poetry Establishment As a Whole

Monday, January 13, 2020

Chapbook Project 1: Riddles in the Dark

I’m making a chapbook this year. It’s January, the traditional time for new projects, and I’ve decided that this is as good an occasion as any to finally finish something. And I’ve been looking for a way get back to posting, so I’ve committed to documenting the process here.

Now, this may prompt several questions from readers who have stumbled upon this. Questions like, “What’s a chapbook?” and, “Who the hell are you?” and, “It’s 2020, why would anyone bother writing poetry – much less a blog about poetry?”

These are excellent and worthy questions. As per my usual, I’ll offer opinions overstated as fact and then arrive at the end of this post more confused than when I began. Do come along, won’t you?

  “What is a chapbook?”

In no particular order: a chapbook is a calling card, a guessing game, a brass ring, an appetizer, an entrance fee, and a hat thrown over a wall. It’s also a short book of poems typically printed in small runs. Some of them are handmade, some involve elaborate material design, some are by obscure writers, some are inexpensive. Like poems themselves, chapbooks tend to break as many rules as they follow.

What I currently aim to make is a physically small volume of 24 or so pages, made up of poems I’ve written over the last ten years or so, that address some element or other of a single theme. (All of the websites I’ve consulted tell me this is not a bad way to start.) Now to the questions:

  “Who the hell are you?”

If you’re one of the few readers to find this who doesn’t know me personally… I’m a near-middle-aged guy in the Pacific Northwest who writes poems and songs, as well as blog posts once every couple of years. A natural follow-up question would be, “So… why should I care?” 

You’ll have to supply your own answer, but I can tell you that I’m at a loss for any particularly compelling or persuasive reason you should.

  “It’s 2020, why would anyone bother writing poetry – much less a blog about poetry?”

Yep. I get it. Plenty of folks have the same feelings about poetry as they do about accordion music or creating an actual-play Warhammer 40K podcast: there’s probably SOME idiot out there who enjoys this, but it’s not for me.

Plenty of poets and teachers of poetry haven’t helped. We can get clique-ish or cult-ish, pretending there’s some arcane wisdom we possess, enacting elaborate rites to welcome novitiates. If your primary experience of poetry came from a classroom where you were lectured at about why the plum in the icebox is a yonic symbol of repressed desire… Ugh, I don’t blame you.

For me, both reading and writing poetry are games: there are puzzles and mysteries, there’s amazement and excitement, you can attempt challenges and unlock achievements, you can play solo or head-to-head (there can even be trash talk if you’re into that sort of thing). 

The equipment and training required are almost nothing. If you have pen and paper that’s great, but whatever device you’re reading this on will do just fine. There is a near-zero cost of entry to make your own art with creative use of language. It’s actually kind of bonkers that any widespread human activity has been so little commodified, marketed or incentivized!

Poetry famously “makes nothing happen”, has next to no economic profit, is incredibly niche and nerdy, and is generally derided by society at large. It’s basically LARP-ing with line breaks. (No offense intended to my fellow nerds who also happen to love live-action role-playing, all the best to you.)

So given all that, the people who “do poetry” frequently tend to get… a little obsessed with it. I figure that lovers of poetry (who are almost inevitably also writers of poetry) are a lot like fans of other cultural products and activities most folks have never heard of. Fans of obscure stuff like The Teardrop Explodes or “Spartakus and the Sun Beneath the Sea” have simultaneously conflicting impulses. We want to share our love of this obscure artifact with the universe at large. But we also hold onto it desperately, cherishing the precious and fearing the ignorant, uninformed reactions of outsiders.

Gollum

This is a way I can do both: rave to anyone who cares to listen all about the things that poetry does (and does to me), and do it in one of the most obscure and ineffectual formats 2020 can offer: a poetry blog.

  “What now?”

I’m going to be working my way through the process of making a chapbook of poems. I’ll talk through the research, selecting pieces, organizing and editing poems, submitting the final product to a few contests, as well as why I wanted to do any of this in the first place. 

So join me in this quest, fellow rogues, clerics and paladins. Hail and well met!

Recommended for: 
• Adventurous souls fascinated by the obscure and arcane
• Friends and family members glancing through this to humor me
• Poets seeking a shortcut to wealth and glory
• Poets seeking schadenfreude or how to make every chapbook mistake
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