Workshops II: Darling Bastard Genre Poetry and Genre Fiction Ursula K. Le Guin said in her 1976 introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness that “the purpose of a thought-experiment … is not to pre…
I’m teaching a poetry workshop on behalf of Brooklyn Poets between the end of July and the end of August—the deadline to sign up is today and I’m hoping you can help spread the word to students and fellow poetry enthusiasts (or are yourselves interested)! I’ll be teaching a workshop on sci-fi poetics. That is, how 21st-century poetry has used genre fiction to explore new conversations about the world, culture, and language. No background in genre writing required whatsoever! I’m interested in what we as citizens of poetry and our given societies have chosen to engage with and extrapolate from culture, and how we might use this salvo toward a special kind of world-building in poetic forms. We’ll read a whole lot of poets who are specifically engaged in cultural upheaval and the fantasy therein like Lara Glenum, Aase Berge, Cathy Park Hong, LaTasha Nevada Diggs, and others. We’ll also look toward other mediums like performance art and film which guide us in and out of alien and cosmological realms. We’ll workshop our poems every class and discover how we each cast ourselves into these given realms. I’ll make Sunday biscuits. Obviously. Please spread the word!
I’ve heard many poets share the sentiment that, due to all the recent sexual violence toward women at poetry readings, they will take a 6-month sobriety stand against such crimes. This was a hard sentence to write and then reconcile, because it is certainly noble to do this, and it comes from a place of safety and absolute support. That being said, I take issue with how the choice to drink or not drink conflates sexual violence to facile terms of sobriety vs non-sobriety. And I know that that is not the intention of those participating in this, and in fact, is also a caveat they’ve voiced. I know we’re all helpless to the atrocities others do in secret, and this stance feels good for that. In the wake of the horrendous rape and subsequent public raping of Jada, I have pause with what this message comes down to. I want to join in in support of this movement, but I worry about the implications. I worry that this is just one more instance of suggesting it is women who need to change their lifestyles to defend against potential trauma, and it is difficult to disentangle this feeling from the cause of political sobriety.
“Untitled” by Devan Shimoyama
Here is the new Pinwheel. Four of my poems are featured but I don’t care about me. Right now you should read Mark Cugini, Carrie Lorig, Kelin Loe, Emily Toder, Alina Gregorian, and everyone here. I’m actually shaking with how desperate and wonderful these poems have left me.
Come join me August 1st at my launch party for my debut chapbook, CONVERSATION WITH THE STONE WIFE. Buy it online through the Bloof site, or else through me the night of! Readers include Morgan Parker, Monica McClure, May-Lan Tan, et moi.
from THE RAPIST JOINS AA: Received an email, formally written. / Was sorry for that night all those years ago. Signed sincerely. // Never spoke to anyone about this letter, the amends that must have been hiding // between his naked unwieldy body and the open kitchen door. […]
I’m in the new issue of Better Magazine. These three poems are part of my new chapbook with Big Lucks Books, And I Shall Again Be Virtuous, which takes a nice chunk of my second book Man Hole.
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You enter a room. The room takes notice and is displeased. Angry. The room demands explanation. Why are you entering me? On whose authority? Certainly not mine, the room says, I have no authority – a fact which you are all too willing to exploit, the room says. I know your kind, the room says….
Dolan Morgan, everyone.
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Today just keeps getting better and better. Here is a page from my forthcoming Bloof chapbook, Conversation with the Stone Wife. Shanna Compton is a mad genius.
I wrote a review of Shane McCrae’s Blood for The Philadelphia Review of Books. Belated to say the least, but still absolutely relevant. Here’s a little excerpt:
The blood throughout is like a poultice, this sick gel that hardens and tangles the murders, the rapes, and the executions into a place of unhealing. The evidence of blood in any narrative slingshots the drama and plot; with the presence of blood comes the culprit, red-handed and foot-stained. The deplorable fact remains, however, that this period in American history is inculpable, and one can argue, as Zizek has, that the unity of slave violence furthered its invisibility and inspired an overwhelming paralysis to change. In “To Show,” the verb is given a new heinous meaning, as a black woman is stripped in the middle of the road—shown—and raped. As with every note in Blood, the oppositional force of language seeks to erase itself to preserve it, and, on the other side of the coin, to nullify it with the destructive heft of its meaning. In this moment, the word that quite literally demonstrates this is “show”
Thanks to John Esberole and all those hard workers over at PRB. I’m stoked to have this featured.