member spotlight: nicole nicholson

by Nathan Moore

How long have you been writing poetry?

I started writing in 1989, during the second half of my 7th-grade year. I wrote throughout high school — won a couple of poetry contests and had one poem published besides that. And my first poetry rite of passage came when I was 17 — I got scammed by the National Library of Poetry. Thank God I never bought the anthology that I was supposedly selected as a semi-finalist for.

But throughout college, I didn’t write very much. I was too busy trying to finish a degree and trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life. I also had some personal tragedies during this time. I tried writing again in 2004, but I didn’t really start moving my pen again until about 2007.

Then in 2008, I started my blog, Ravens Wing Poetry, and started open-micing around Columbus. I’ve read at Writer’s Block Poetry, Writing Wrongs Poetry (formerly Black Pearl Poetry), The Poetry Forum and Poetry in the Park, plus a few gigs here and there. There are a few more open mics I plan to check out around Central Ohio — if you want to find a place to read in C-Bus, there is certainly no dearth of poetry nights in which you can do so.

What’s your favorite line you ever wrote?

I have a hard time picking a favorite. I’ll share my favorite of the moment:

“you run away from a meaningless life
as if you robbed God on the subway at gunpoint
and you hear his breath burning brimstone
into your heels.”

Do you schedule time for writing or do you write when “inspiration” strikes? Do you have a writing “ritual?”

I don’t really schedule time to write. I mostly write by inspiration — although the prompts do help me. And I’m currently taking a creative writing class at Columbus State, so if nothing else, I am forced to output something each week.

And I have no rituals. I just write.

Has blogging changed your writing or the way that you write?

Yes, very much so. It’s forced me to think of my work partially in terms of understandability and dare I say it, reader consumption. I also have tried hyperlinking my poems and adding artwork or visuals if I feel it would add to or enhance the poem.

Why are you interested in participating in Read Write Poem?

I found RWP about a year ago — and I am definitely happy I did so. I’ve been writing more frequently and steadily thanks to RWP — and I think by extension this has helped improve my poetry. I think the moderators put a lot of time into their choice of prompts, and this helps us turn out some good work.

Have you ever collaborated with another poet or artist?

Outside of RWP, no — but I am certainly open to collaboration.

What do you think of collaborative poetry?

I am not that experienced with it, but I would say that I enjoy the couple of times I’ve collaborated as part of a RWP prompt. My favorite would have to be the skeleton prompt from last year — I almost considered it a higher form of Mad Libs (which I loved as a kid). Very fun and challenging. I also birthed one of my favorites from a collaborative prompt, the borrowed first line one from back in March — “When Godzilla Flattens Your Car on Monday Morning” — which is on my blog.

Where’s the weirdest place you ever wrote a poem?

I have written in my bedroom, at the various placed I’ve worked, out in a park, in a restaurant, in the audience at open mics, in cars, in churches. Probably the weirdest place I’ve written to date was in a public restroom.

How do you revise (if you do)?

I either revise as I write or I let the poem cool off for a couple of days before I re-approach it. I usually won’t hack a piece to death until I really feel a need or reason to.

What’s the most important thing a poem does?

Good God, poems can do MANY things — tell stories, convey feelings and thoughts, etc. But I feel that poetry’s greatest gift is that of the opening of a door — to another perspective, dimension, place, or time. We can learn things from poetry. Experience things from poetry. Read souls from poetry. And the list goes on and on. If you walk away from a poem having felt or learned or experienced something new, then IMHO, the poem has done its job.

Name your three favorite poets.

Okay. I’ll do that and tell you why for each (in no particular order):
1. Maya Angelou — she is the reason I even began writing. I first read her work when I was in junior high and it caught me by the eye and by the ear. I walked away from her work with a desire to effectively use rhythm, pulse and rhyme the way she does, because those things stood out to me the most from her poetry.

2. Barbara Fant — Good God, this woman is a powerhouse! If you’ve never heard her read, then you are missing out. When I first heard her slam, it was as if her work caught me by the throat and would not let me go. Like Maya Angelou, she has a strong sense of rhythm in her work. As for her imagery and metaphor — “Pain” and “Black Feathers” come to mind — it is very original, fresh, and she tends to use unexpected comparisons that work very well together. I can’t say enough good things about her.

3. Jim Morrison — Until I began reading his poetry, I like many others, dismissed him as a singer/songwriter/rock star. Then I discovered that unlike many other songwriters, he was more influenced by literature — Rimbaud and Blake, for example — than by music. What I find in his poetry is a certain musicality, created by his particular rhythm and language. Also, his poetry is written less in ideas and more in strings of images, which I find intriguing.

I find now that like Barbara Fant’s and Maya Angelou’s words, his are sneaking into my ear, sliding themselves down my fingers or ink reservoirs, and then ending up on my page. It’s really fascinating.

Can poetry save the world?

Dear God, I hope so.

Have a question or thought to share? Let us know in the comments section of this post.

nathan mooreCommunity director Nathan Moore found The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and left the academy. He once lived in a house with three walls. Nathan shares his writing at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.

january poetry horoscopes: a perfect misunderstanding

by Nathan Moore

Capricorn, Dec. 21 — Jan. 19
A rotten cell phone connection could make this a perfect misunderstanding. You believe talking for the sake of communication is essential as you are in the midst of a delusion concerning your voice. Nevertheless, in order to chat through machines you should remain out of the vicinity of strangers who want to steal your larynx. Static is a language. Call me.

Aquarius, Jan. 20 — Feb. 18
Apocalyptic signs emphasize the sense of doom you’re feeling about what you need to do with your empathy. Whether to snuff out your sadness, your compassion, or some combination of the two is the crucial question. For now, all you have to do is decide what you’re wearing to the party and which affect you’re going to eat. You can swallow that, can’t you?

Pisces, Feb. 19 — March 19
After years of having the same face in your mirror, you are yearning to change the scenery. For those of you who know what to do — brighten an eye, or pull hair out of a nostril — congratulations. You enjoy the look of shaved eyebrows, but you’re hesitant to replace them with carpet. Now you just have to decide what you want your forehead to do when you blink.

Aries, March 20 — April 19
Certain business cards in your blazer pocket require attention from the hypothalamus. A message from the pineal gland scratched on your sleeve suggests this is a good time to hide in the attic. Send poems over the street into the minds of your neighbors; and/or consider the efficacy of a bull horn. Cancel the notion of publication and learn intense concentration instead.

Taurus, April 20 — May 19
Social issues are easy to avoid this month. And, since you are not springing fully formed from the center of an ostrich egg, you may as well stop being aloof and irritable with your other identities. For the next six hours, enlist a neighbor who can help you arrange shower curtains and web cams. No more inner conflict during long hours spent indoors — how simple is that?

Gemini, May 20 — June 20
Even the shiniest doorknob should be cleaned with an alcohol wipe before tasting. Don’t allow your sense of proliferating bacteria keep you from giving the bus window a curious lick. Nibble a stapler, savor the gas station’s cash register, or sip a spoonful of puddle water. You know what they say, “You can’t dance if you don’t take your shoes off.”

Cancer, June 21 — July 21
I know you want to make anatomically correct origami figures for your literary dioramas. Those of you who are skilled enough to recreate scenes from Madame Bovary may want to consider the connection between those intricate folds of paper and certain plot points. Time to start creasing that corset.

Leo, July 22 — Aug. 22
The big dilemma is that your cousin (the weirdo) gets pleasure from secretly cutting other people’s hair in movie theaters. This could bring anything from a police investigation to a lawsuit from beauty parlors and barbers. My answer? OK, since you begged: Use your influence with city council to get an ordinance protecting rogue collectors.

Virgo, Aug. 23 — Sept. 21
While searching the library for instances of lurid coin scholarship, you compulsively finger the change in your pocket. You may have to squint, but the face on the dime is salacious. Look again. If you continue your research with no results, go back to the reference librarian in your raincoat.

Libra, Sept. 22 — Oct. 22
The microwave oven has a malevolent leer that would intimidate the bravest cook at dinnertime. However, before you process all your food in the blender, consider that migratory birds will move into your kitchen on Friday and remain there for the rest of the season. Start toasting those cheese sandwiches under a warm goose.

Scorpio, Oct. 23 — Nov. 21
You get well-deserved recognition for your contortionist skills this weekend when a news crew joins the shouting fans and armed guards in your front yard. So, figure out what you want to say with your foot in your armpit before the media becomes saturated with your image. Meanwhile, a moth is trying to land on your eyelid.

Sagittarius, Nov. 22 — Dec. 20
The sea water in your can of shaving cream can cause your heart to palpitate. Because of this, you ought not to collect groceries from sunken ships, play with bullets from ancient battlefields or bathe in yellow mustard. And even then, your toiletries should avoid the usual health hazards: candied fruit, soap and drywall screws.

Nathan Moore is community director and columnist for Read Write Poem. In his spare time, he plays with his children and with fire. Never at the same time. He blogs at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.

games poets play: taking chances

by Nathan Moore

For this installment of Games Poets Play, we’re going to have some fun with randomness and chance. Specifically, we’re going to play with the Random Sentence Generator over at the Creativity Tools site.

Here’s what we’ll do: Generate a random sentence and use that sentence as part of a short paragraph. Post what you come up with in the comments section. We’re not making masterpieces, and we’re definitely not writing poems — but we are practicing our writing skills by using unexpected language as a springboard for our own writing. The idea is that we get a chance to let language surprise us. My hope is that we can experience the way randomness can make us lose our bearings and, for a moment, we can be thrown out of our usual modes of thinking.

Here are three examples. Each uses a randomly generated sentence as the first sentence of a short paragraph:

The disturbance pauses around the goodbye. Its footprints mark the snow as it turns down an alley and gets lost. A velvet sack of money is hidden behind a dumpster. The disturbance stops and slips a lighter from its coat pocket. The bag burns.

The snag calculates! The snag knows your middle name! The snag wonders why you’ve been out so late and what it can do to save this relationship. The snag stretches between the couch and the living room. Why is the carpet damp?

Can a pure stray graduate? To set goals, write a numbered list. These are achievements best attempted when you’re covered in chalk dust. Look, we adore geometry but we’re suspicious of cubes. Please show your work.

Remember, we’re playing. Don’t worry so much about making sense. We’re not making an argument. We’re not trying to sell anybody anything. We spend so many of our hours trying to “communicate.” Here is a chance to make friends with absurdity. Have fun!

Nathan Moore is community director and columnist for Read Write Poem. In his spare time, he plays with his children and with fire. Never at the same time. He blogs at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.

just one (chapbook) thing: thom donovan’s ‘make believe’

by Nathan Moore

make believe, by thom donovan

Make Believe, by Thom Donovan

“All poetry is about seeing and, more accurately, a discourse of the senses in which seeing is just one faculty.”

 

 

 

 

For this installment of Just One Thing, I have asked poet Thom Donovan a single question about his new e-chapbook, Make Believe.

Many moments in Make Believe are concerned with vision. These poems, among other things, explore vision in various modes, from the spectacle of cable news to the very formation of subjectivity. Do you think of your work as constructing what might be called a poetics of seeing?

Many of the poets I have grown up reading closely tend to be poets associated with “seeing.” George Oppen, Louis Zukofsky … an Objectivist continuum. Then again, any poetry worth its mettle tends to be preoccupied with vision, whether vision in its literal fact (optics, phenomenology, spectacle) or ‘inward’ states (memory, imagination, hallucination, eidetics).

Vision is also of course very much meditated by language. There is no “pure” seeing in poetry without the literal word — the fact that words are printed or heard, that they are likewise seen in the air as Hannah Weiner’s “clairvoyance” demonstrates. So I want to say that Make Believe puts forward a “poetics of seeing,” but first qualify that all poetry is about “seeing” and, more accurately, a discourse of the senses in which seeing is just one faculty.

Make Believe responds to images from various films, videos and other media noted on the last page of the book, including Guy Ben-Ner’s Berkeley Island, Alfonso Cuaron’s Children of Men (2006), videos by Harun Farocki, Terry Cuddy’s video essays about Harriet Tubman, as well as Victor Erice’s The Spirit of the Beehive (1972). “Berkeley Island” begins from some research I was doing about Ben-Ner’s work in relation to solipsistic philosophy and the political situation in the Middle-East — namely the conflict between Israel and Palestine. Ben-Ner is Israeli, so I was thinking about how much his work is concerned with his position as an Israeli citizen. That “Berkeley Island” stages Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe within the home of the artist — where the artist uses his children as actors — dramatizes a situation of interiority.

At a micro-level, the set of “Berkeley Island” as well as the video’s content represent the ego, nuclear family, patriarchy (the “law of the father”); at a macro level, we can read these same boundaries existing among states internationally. For Ben-Ner to take on Defoe’s work in the ways he does I cannot help but read through a micro and macro politics of what Lévinas calls “the face of the other” (that which makes a radical ethical demand upon subjects). Ben-Ner “acts out” the problem of his biographical interiority if only so that something will break through to the other side of the aesthetic glass where political and ethical decisions are made. Where I write “acting out,” I mean it in the psychological sense of a subject learning to manage their traumas, but also in the sense that one becomes abandoned. One plays to have control, and to learn how to give control up. That Ben-Ner plays with his children in most of his videos seems essential to the political and ethical dimensions of his project.

While I am saying all of this, I wonder how much any of what I’m saying is conveyed by the poem itself. The poem leads, as David Wolach points out, with its ear, but often the senses become cross-wired — confused and ruinous. I dedicated the poem to my friend Gregg Biglieri who is a master of the pun, and of what he calls “negative synaesthesia” after Zukofsky’s Bottom. Flights into nonsense — into language play — seem necessary for the brain and the senses to sync themselves. So in “Berkeley Island” “when dissolves to wind” and a lens “points and chutes” as though to conflate photography with branching. Nonsense, of which poetry obviously has a lot, is meta-political in that it refuses to reduce language use to a representation (whether for a vulgarly conceived common sense or for the sake of communication).

Revolutionary moments and moments of insurrection prove this time and time again. There is also a sense for me after Biglieri’s work that the ear (rather than the eye) is the direct line to others. The lines “One’s ears for others / look into their own” (paraphrased from one of Zukofky’s shorter poems) alludes to this ethical dimension of listening/hearing. By giving ourselves to the ear, by letting the ear guide us and the eyes take a back seat, we perhaps open to something more ethical than the logical, rational, purposeful eye will permit. This link between ethics and aurality is definitely one of the major ones made by French Phenomenology from Sartre through Merleau-Ponty and Levinas. But it is also an idea reiterated by poets throughout history, especially “visionary” ones. Blake, Dickinson, Oppen are all important reference points for my own poetics in this regard.

Throughout Make Believe, the “Imaginary” (in Lacan’s senses of this term) takes precedence. In “Berkeley Island,” we are at the “mirror stage” — the point where an ego begins to recognize itself through a projection of (its own) otherness. The home is the site of the imaginary, being “at home” where relations between different egos issue from. In “Surveillance Says” (the second poem), I was thinking of the problems of the other’s gaze as a gaze of surveillance and interpellation — all of these ways of identifying and registering the “self” which Foucault originally historicized and the artist Haroun Farocki (whose videos the poem are directly responding to) has made much of his art about. “Children of Men” (the third poem) is a preliminary meditation on Alain Badiou’s philosophy, and specifically the term “grace” as it is used in Badiou’s book on St. Paul, The Foundation of Universalism. Looking back on the film Children of Men, the film seems a bit cheesy, and yet I dwell on its messianic tropes as they relate to the structure of social revolutions. I have been preoccupied by forms of messianism for a long time, so this poem channels some of that thinking. Aren’t all revolutionary moments moments of return to the imaginary, as if to say “this isn’t working,” or to ask “what if there were another image (of what we are) instead of this one?”

In Lacanian psychoanalysis the procession from the Imaginary to the Real leads to nothing less than a psychotic break from which subjectivity must be reconstituted, made-up again. The radical subject formation articulated by Badiou’s notion of Truth — by which the subject is subtracted from (revolutionary) events — is an idea I continue to come back to as a way of thinking through subjectivity non-representationally — as a process rather than a telos of social reality.

In “Unsalvageable in Auburn,” I began to think more radically about the lyrical line, and especially forms of caesura (movement within the line itself). All the poems of this section of the book, for me, are trying to get to this line that is constantly moving (yet interruptive and polyvocal) through a concatenated syntax and certain affective forms of address. This problem has been with me for some time since the composition of those poems in spring 2007. “Unsalvageable in Auburn” also starts to think about the problem of salvageability as an extension of community, activism and love. What happens when what we share is what is ruined, thus not always there for the sharing — occulted, destroyed, lost or displaced? This is a question I started to ask myself in the spring of 2007 that has informed my poetics ever since.

The last poem of the book, “The Spirit of the Beehive,” is a meditation on Vince Erice’s film by the same name. In one of the opening scenes of the film we see an audience of children watching James Whale’s Frankenstein. Throughout the film, the protagonist — a girl of about 6 or 7 played by Isabel Telleria — continually hallucinates the Frankenstein monster. Eventually she meets with a Republican solider who has taken refuge in an abandoned stable near the girl’s house. She brings him food and comforts him. When the soldier disappears one day (he is presumably executed by the people of the girl’s town), the girl suffers a psychotic break. As in “Berkeley Island” and “Children of Men,” “The Spirit of the Beehive” envisions an allegory.

At the level of form it would like to draw out this allegory through a kind of ekphrasis by which certain aesthetic facts are not only described but elevated to propositions about the imaginary and the terrible turn the social imagination must take in order for a society to become fascist. The form of “The Spirit of the Beehive” is very similar to “Berkeley Island,” perhaps because the poems are dealing with inverse problems. How, on the one hand, does one rescue the ego from the solipsistic disregard of others? How, on the other, does the subsumption of the ego by what Lacan calls the “big other” (the other of fascist “fatherland” and democratic multitude alike) risk something equally painful and destructive?

View Make Believe at Wheelhouse Press.

Thom Donovan lives in New York City where he edits Wild Horses of Fire and co-edits ON Contemporary Practice. He is co-curating SEGUE series this December/January and is an active participant in the Nonsite Collective. His critical work and poetry have appeared widely and most recently in ECOPOETICS6/7, War and Peace vol. 4, PAJ, The Brooklyn Rail and with The Fanzine. He is currently working on a collection of critical texts titled Critical Objects 2005-2010, as well as a book on cross-cultural translation after disaster, and a manuscript of poetry titled The Hole. He teaches at Bard College, School of Visual Arts and Baruch College.

Nathan Moore is community director and columnist for Read Write Poem. In his spare time, he plays with his children and with fire. Never at the same time. He blogs at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.

member spotlight: lawrence gladeview

by Nathan Moore

How long have you been writing poetry?

NOT counting adolescent notebook scrawl and undergraduate college gripes and ambition, I’ve been writing poetry for 11 months.

Do you schedule time for writing or do you write when inspiration strikes?

I never schedule time to write. With a notebook stowed away in my backpack, I scribble notes as thoughts clumsily stumble through my head.

Do you have any writing rituals?

No writing rituals as of yet, just the slightest of tea and bourbon over rocks.

What is your process for revising a poem?

When revising a poem, I read aloud. From there, I give it to my fiance to chop up and dissect. Upon hearing her edits, I reread and again, read aloud (I can’t take criticism well). Eventually after a week of indecision, I tighten and execute.

Has blogging changed your writing or the way that you write?

Blogging has not changed the way I write in the least.

Have you ever collaborated with another poet or artist? What did you think of that experience?

I have recently begun collaborating with good friend and fellow editor of MediaVirus Magazine Stewart Grant. We sent each other a title, and from there the challenge is to write one stanza, five to 10 lines. We plan on sending the words back and forth, amalgamating and composing stanzas into a complete poem.

What line of poetry do you love the most?

“Never believe what you wrote yesterday is good enough” — Charles Bukowski

What line of your own poetry do you love the most?

What line of my own poetry do I love the most? I’ll have to answer your question with a question of my own: Which of your children do you love the most?

Name your three favorite poets.

My three favorite poets would have to be Yusef Komunyakaa, Joe Strummer and Charles Bukowski.

What’s the most important thing a poem does?

The most important thing a poem can do is elicit a response from the reader. I don’t care if they love the piece or hate it, at the very least they still feel. Oftentimes I read poems and it’s as if I am staring at a blank page, feeling numb to the words in front of me. Tell a story, convey a personal anecdote, manifest fantasy, whatever it takes, make the reader feel something.

What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever written a poem?

The weirdest place I’ve written a poem is the shower.

What interests you about participating in Read Write Poem?

Read Write Poem is an amazing commune of poets from around the world. The single-most thing that makes poets dynamic is experience. Read Write Poem provides a community in which poets can first and foremost share their poetry. Through them we experience their attitude, lifestyle, politics and the countless other aspects that make writers eccentric, drunk, joyous and melancholy. What interests me about participating at Read Write Poem is evolving as a poet learning from others.

Can poetry save the world?

Poetry can save the world. Poetry is humility. Poetry is tolerance. Poetry is naked. We live in a very superficial world, one that berates, judges and simultaneously misplaces praise. If every individual on earth took the time to write one poem once, and read one poem once a day, humanity can overcome our misguidance in what we cherish most. To expose ourselves and understand others is how poetry can save this world.

Have a question or thought to share? Let us know in the comment section of this post.

nathan mooreCommunity director Nathan Moore found The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and left the academy. He once lived in a house with three walls. Nathan shares his writing at Exhaust Fumes and French Fries.

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