Posts Tagged ‘Heather Christle’

Featured Readings-Atlanta Edition

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2013

Hyde and Vouched present Holiday Hangover at 7 PM on Saturday, January 5th.  Featured readers include: Jayne O’Connor, Laura Straub, Lauren Traetto, Noah Gardenswartz, Tony Jenkins, Suehyla El-Attar, Johnny Carroll, Julian Modugno, and Nick Tecosky. The event will be held at Highland Inn Ballroom Lounge (644 N. Highland Avenue, Atlanta, GA 30306).

Caroline Crew will read at 1 PM on Saturday, January 12th. The reading will be held at HodgePodge Coffeehouse and Gallery (720 Moreland Avenue SE, Atlanta, Georgia 30316). The reading is free an open to the public.

FUSEBOX PresentsThomas P. Balázs and Abigail Greenbaum at 7 PM on Saturday, January 26th. The reading will be held at Front Gallery at Chenoweth.Halligan Studios (1800 Rossville Avenue, Suites 1 and 2, Chattanooga, TN 37404). The reading is free and open to the public. For more information, contact avlenahan@gmail.com.

What’s New in Poetry? hosts Chris DeWeese, Heather Christle, Mark Leidner at 8 PM on Thursday, January 31st. The reading will be held on the first floor of the Emory University Bookstore (1390 Oxford Road, Atlanta, GA 30322). The reading is free and open to the public. Listen to past readings here.

-Jenny Sadre-Orafai

 

 


Bad Blood talks shop, BIG NEWS from Octopus Books / Poor Claudia!

Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

Portland, Oregon reading series Bad Blood hosts its thirteenth iteration at ADX this Thursday, 8/23. Mingle at 7. Poems at 8. Poet-heavy XIII features series veteran Heather Christle, Christopher Deweese, and Francesca Chabrier. Coldfront asked co-curator Drew Scott Swenhaugen thirteen pesky questions in honor of the occasion. Over the course of the interview Drew got “spooked,” unveiled his dream guests, and broke some electrifying news for small press poetry fans and practitioners alike! Swenhaugen’s (self-designated) “tiny press” Poor Claudia, which he edits with Marshall Walker Lee, is on the verge of a merger with fellow Bad Blood curator Zachary Schomurg’s Octopus Books. Poor Claudia will become the press’ chapbook imprint, Octopus will print full-length poetry texts, and Joseph Mains, the series’ third curator, will edit the online journal Octopus Magazine. We’ve got great expectations for this newborn literary confederacy. Read on or remain awash in mystery.

Q: So, Bad Blood XIII! Are you guys superstitious? Do you think anything spooky might happen on the night of the 23rd?

A: I hadn’t thought of “13” until now! Now I’m spooked. Thanks a lot.

Q: Can you describe the conception of the series? Where were you? Who were you? Did you have a mission statement, or feel like you were filling a particular void in the Portland literary arts scene?

A: Joseph, Zachary and I have always energized and encouraged each other when we talk about the Portland poetry community, and in many ways, when we began talking about beginning a reading series, we did want to carve a niche in our community. We didn’t feel like anything was “missing” from other reading series, per se; we simply wanted to bring in our favorite poets from around the country, and worked hard from the beginning to coax them to Portland. We found out it really isn’t that difficult. There are so many different characteristics of the Portland community now that I’m not sure which niche we have. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter. What matters is that in Portland, you can hear poetry every week. You can throw a stone and hit a poet in this town. It’s crazy! We shouldn’t take that for granted.

Hosting a poetry reading is a really great excuse to get all your friends in a room, engage them with poetry, entertain them, and make more friends. If a live poetry reading is trying to do anything else, well, yuck. The world—me included—cringes when it hears “poetry reading.” There are so many connotations, mostly dull and pretentious. Those conceptions desperately need to be reversed for contemporary poetry to flourish. The most positive aspect of the Portland community for me is that if you look at the crowd, there simply isn’t a big group of other poets writing notes in their Moleskins or making that universal low hum of approval after a moving line of a poem. There’s more energy than that! The non-poets in the crowd are the core of the community. People are more and more comfortable in a poetry setting. As Bad Blood creators, that’s all we want.

The best part is not necessarily the readings of each event. The best talks are afterward, when the poems are fresh on people’s minds, and conversation flourishes. Poetry lives here.

Q: Does the name have a romantic story?

A: We had a hell of a time finding a name for the series. This was the summer of 2010. I don’t even want to give you some of the shitty names we were thinking of. There are a few stories about how we got Bad Blood for a name, but the true story is that Joe and I were walking down E. Burnside, and saw this really sweet black car in a lot, and on its hind end was this beautiful white cursive font that read “Bad Blood.” Bingo. We texted Zach and he loved it. It’s a really loaded and strong spondee too, which is nice. Other than that, there is no hidden, personal meaning to the title.

Q: Do you find poets have stage personas that differ from their work-a-day personalities?

A: Honestly, no Bad Blood poet has had a crazy “stage persona” that differed from his conversational attitude.  Generally, though, I do think it is a human characteristic to change one’s persona when the spotlight is on. I value poets who clearly are themselves up there. It means their poetry is really engrained in their being.

Q: Are some poems read-aloud friendly? Are there poems best left unspoken?

A: Yes. Yes.

Q: What’s the very coolest thing that has ever happened at Bad Blood?

A: It’s tough to rank such moments. One thing I can say is that I have gotten pleasure shivers, something so wonderful feeling, at every single reading. It’s one of those feelings that makes you say in your head … “I am in the midst of someone very special.” The poetry moves me every single reading. My curatorial brain shuts off when the poets are up there. Sorry I don’t have a cooler story.

The Joe Wenderoth reading (BB#4) was definitely the most interesting though. He sat in a dark corner with his head down and read for forty-five minutes straight. No break, no commentary. He crushed it.

Q: Do you get stage fright as hosts?

A: I did at first, but not much anymore. Sometimes my brain shuts off up there, and I forget something elegant or clever that I was going to say. I’m mostly nervous because I have a crush on the poet that I’m introducing. We generally don’t use notes for introductions. We value brevity. I guess it all sounds frightening as I’m typing this.

Q: Is Bad Blood a democracy, a plutocracy, an oligarchy, a puppet state? How do decisions get made?

A: Granted there are only three of us, but Bad Blood is the most democratic group I’ve ever been a part of. No decision can be made without the input of the other two. We’ve nixed a reading because just one of us wasn’t completely on board. I think all three of us work well because we all bring something different to the table.

Q: How’d you get hooked up with ADX (a cooperative workshop and idea-incubator for artists and craftspeople working with wood, metal, and textiles)?

A: Our friend Kate Bingaman-Burt, a founding member of ADX, set us up. The first reading we had there was an experiment, but since then we’ve built a relationship with all the fine folks there. They are gracious people, lovely artists too. I like it when someone is doing metal work or something as the reading is going on. It’s an art factory.

Q: Are any readers ever super-demanding? Do readers get riders?

A: Not one single reader has ever been demanding. We try to be good hosts, set them up with a place to stay, get dinner, talk shop. I feel as curators we are more demanding than the readers.

Q: What would you say to a poetry-reading skeptic? Is poetry for everybody? Is it OK to hate all poetry?

A: You’re allowing me to wax poetic?! Awesome. The big question is: why poetry? I would try to discuss with the “skeptic” that poetry always has been, is, and will be in some way, shape or form, a part of our society, our being. That sounds cheesy, but it’s painfully true for me. It all revolves around the huge task of making language relevant. Poetry is not for everybody, but the space it creates with language is a natural part of everyone. Metaphor, imagination, memory are part of everyone. I recently read the Paris Review interview with John Berryman, and he answered some question, and what spun off from it was a fine definition of what I think of as poetry: it should be language and imagination that both terrifies and comforts us. That can be and is a large majority of life, is it not? The goal of discussion with the skeptic is to try to fill the part of the brain that can allow one to see that poetry is everywhere, calming you, and giving you the utmost fear. The flip side of this is to not preach that from on top of the mountain.

But, you know, language breaks down. It’s an endless battle, a constant garbled debate. I think that’s the fun part. If there were no skeptics, would fun would poetry be? How could someone hate something as silly as poetry?

Q: Does Bad Blood have a five-year plan?

A: We do! We are currently taking steps to merge with Octopus, Zach’s press. Bad Blood will be the reading series division of Octopus. Along with Bad Blood, Poor Claudia—the tiny press that I helped create with Marshall Walker Lee—will be the chapbook imprint of Octopus. Zach and Mathias Svalina will focus on Octopus Books, making full-lengths. Then Joseph will edit Octopus Magazine, the online journal division. It makes perfect sense: we all work well with each other, we’re all best friends. I think we’re all simply giddy to start this endeavor, to make some real waves in the small press world. I think that the democracy I discussed earlier will easily spill over to Octopus.

In terms of readings, I think it’s agreed upon to keep Bad Blood an occasional series, to focus on the poets who are touring from out of town, and then to try to highlight one local poet each event as well. The structure works. We’ve never wanted to do a monthly, regular reading. It stirs a little bit of demand when each reading feels spontaneous. We want to create that feeling of “When’s the next Bad Blood?” And no one will know until a week or so leading up to it.

Q: Who are your dream-readers?

A: There are boatloads. Living on the West Coast, sometimes it’s difficult to get people to fly all the way across the country for a reading. It has to be funded, or people have to be on a book tour, or taking a vacation.

Dear John Ashbery, Frank Bidart, CD Wright, Dorothea Lasky, Lisa Robertson, Lydia Davis, Rae Armantrout: Come read at Bad Blood! We can’t pay you anything, but you can crash on my couch.

With that said, I know all three of us feel so lucky to have some of our favorite poets read for us. I can’t even make a list; I’d have to mention every single poet we’ve asked to read.

Q: Are readings important?

A: I mentioned above that readings are great readings to see and meet people. I think they can be a safe and inclusive space to experiment with the crazy things that go on in your brain that you happen to write down and call poetry. If a reading is not about these things, it is very very unimportant to me.

-Elizabeth Pusack & Drew Scott Swenhaugen


What Is Amazing

Thursday, July 26th, 2012

by Heather Christle
Wesleyan University Press 2012
Reviewed by Kathleen Rooney

“This is also how I move myself through / space”

There is an almost Zen-like quality to the poems in Heather Christle’s third collection of poetry, What is Amazing—a glow of “enlightenment,” coupled with a fondness for non sequiturs—but ultimately the poems are not confrontational enough to provide the satisfaction of a koan, and Zen is rarely, if ever, so precious. Instead of “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him,” the mood here is more like “If you meet the Buddha on the road, hug the giraffe!”  Reading this book is like attending a yoga class where you know that the instructor is creative, skillful, and fit for a challenge, but then the class ends up consisting primarily of “child’s pose.” The experience is better than no yoga at all, but it’s a bit of a letdown, leaving you dulled by the sameness and eager to see if the next class might display more range and ambition.

Time and again, Christle gives her poems lengthy titles that have a Google Translate vibe coupled with a forced naivete, such as  “Teamwork Should Come from the Soul” and “People Are a Living Structure Like a Coral Reef” and “Wallpaper Everywhere Even the Ceiling.” Time and again, Christle makes superlative declarations that attract the reader’s attention but are not backed up by evidence, logic or pathos, like in “If You Go Into the Woods You Will Find It Has a Technology” when she writes, “The tree is the saddest prophet in history” or in “Talk Radio” where “There is only one thing in life that matters […]The thing is the sky.”

Time and again, Christle deliberately evades making supported evaluative judgments. The poems make assertions, but not arguments, as in “More of Form is More of Content,” where she makes statement after statement without offering any explanatory reference to anything outside the poem’s own hermetic playspace:

As a child X is too small for the furniture The furniture
causes his legs to dangle over other junk such as the floor
and X feels woe X feels like dying.

On the upside, this is a cohesive collection. Christle is obviously delivering the aforementioned consistency on purpose, but what that purpose is remains unclear. And if poems are—among many other things—a negotiation between repetition and variance, then this book overtaxes the former to the point of predictability.

For example, animals tend repeatedly to show up out of nowhere, as in “To Kew by Tram,” quoted here in its entirety:

Lying down among the daffodils I am composed
but not the daffodils because I crushed them! Not
as an act in itself It was auxiliary Were my next
attempt to stand myself erect upon my feet
I would leave behind devastation
In the organized shape of my body
This is also how I move myself through
space Everywhere these holes I don’t look
back to When I return as a giraffe the wholes
will have to change They will say no god
would plan on such a shape And if then
I lie down again on these yellow flowers they
will teach me that my goldenness is dim

Here, the giraffe—and the speaker’s alleged confidence that he or she will come back as one in another life—seems to function as a decoration that signifies a high degree of understanding; yet, the permanent forced satori that the majority of these poems evoke ends up feeling neither persuasive nor thoroughly inhabited.

Creatures also feature in “Taxonomy of that November,” which begins “Then was an animal I could not identify and that also I lived with,” and “More Swans and More Women,” to name a few of many. While the sporadic appearance of pets and wild beasts is surprising and delightful in single poems, when it happens several times over the course of a collection with little discernible connection to themes or concerns, it begins to seem like a formula or tic.  It can even begin to seem like an effect meant to distract from the poems’ lack of ambition; in the spot where another poet might provide an insight or a confession or a disjunctive flash or an elegant turn, Christle often delivers a random horse. This practice is evocative of the oft-satirized tendency of self-consciously quirky designers of clothing and home furnishings to adorn their products with the images of unlikely fauna, thereby suggesting that these poems are fashioned not as engaged rhetoric but as some kind of IKEA-friendly lifestyle accessory.

The title poem itself contains numerous mystifying animal references: “What is amazing is how / the animals won’t stop sleeping.” Why is that amazing? Is it, even? Is the reader supposed to be able to figure it out? Does the poet even know?

Part of why the purpose of Christle’s book feels so inscrutable—and why reading so many similar poems one after another feels empty—has to do with her tone, which is open and conversational: a sharing tone. Yet this register, which could be appealing, feels undercut by the presumptuous assertions the poems make as they seek to put themselves over not through idea or argument but through their apparent posture of naieveté and kindness. At the same time, because of the poems’ fragmentary syntax and lack of punctuation, the voice comes off as calculated and difficult to parse. It is hard to say if these poems are sincere or merely exploiting sincerity. More than that, Christle’s tone makes it tough to interpret how much contempt, if any, these poems have for the reader, let alone for themselves—as in “In Accordance” when she writes at one point, “nor do I need anything / certainly not poetry / but bread maybe and tea” and “I will come to you / having cast off these poems / which like me are an excess” at another.

Of Heather Christle’s third collection of poetry, Wesleyan University Press writes, “When asked, ‘What is amazing?’ Heather Christle’s poetry answers, ‘Everything.’” This unfortunately accurate characterization puts me in mind of Simone Weil’s comment on the “monotony of evil”: “never anything new, everything about it is equivalent.” The poems in Christle’s What is Amazing do not deal directly with the problem of evil—they are generally fun in their structure and charming in their content—but in their wide-eyed insistence that every image and experience is as wondrous as every other image and experience, their relentless whimsicality does become somewhat wearisome over the course of 64 pages.

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spotlight: Vouched Atlanta

Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

Interview by Jenny Sadre-Orafai

I recently caught up with the always delightful Laura Straub of Vouched Atlanta. Vouched Books seeks to “promote small press literature.” Their strategy is three-pronged. First, they are masters of the guerrilla book store. They set up tables of books at various craft, art, and literature events. Here’s the catch:  They only carry books that they have read and love. Prong two is Vouched Presents, their reading series. Vouched brought Tyler Gobble, Melysa Martinez, Christopher Newgent, Amy McDaniel, Brian Oliu, Jesse Bradley, and Matt Bell to Atlanta last month. And, finally, is Vouched Online in which they keep Vouched followers in the loop with where they’re setting up and when readings are. They also maintain a consistent ethic in promoting work they enjoy online. Vouched is a real gem for both readers and writers.

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JS: How did Vouched Atlanta get started?

LS: Vouched Atlanta officially launched last July. After the success of the first Vouched table in Indianapolis (operated by good friend and Vouched Founder, Christopher Newgent) I began to toy with the idea of launching my own table–a desire rooted in wanting to become more involved with Atlanta’s lit scene as well as wanting to help independently published literature in front of new audiences. Christopher agreed it was time for Vouched to colonize and Vouched Atlanta was born!

What are some poetry titles you carry? And, can you review each of these in one word?
The Trees, The Trees (Heather Christle, Octopus Books) — Incantations.
Correct Animal (Rebecca Farivar, Octopus Books) — Sinewy.
I Don’t Mind if you are feeling Alone (Thomas Patrick Levy, Yes Yes Books) — Distressed.
We Take Me Apart (Molly Gaudry, Mud Luscious Press) — Enchanting.
Bend, Break (Robert Pfeiffer, Plain View Press) — Honest.
Where We Think It Should Go (Claire Becker, Octopus Books) — Instinctive.
Just a Little Piece of Heartburn (Tom Cheshire, Safety Third Enterprises) — Debauched.
People Are Tiny In Paintings of China (Cynthia Arrieu-King, Octopus Books) — Delicate.
The Difficult Farm (Heather Christle, Octopus Books) — Whimsical.

Promoting online publishing is important to Vouched. Are there any specific presses and journals that can do no wrong?

Wigleaf really busted out some hefty goodness recently with their top 50 list this year. PANKthe Collagist, and Elimae never fail.

Can you tell us about Vouched Presents?

Running the reading series is one of my favorite parts of running Vouched Atlanta! At Vouched Books we joke that we are “where literature goes to shake its ass,” and the reading series is a testament to that. It is wonderful to host and promote touring/visiting authors when they come to Atlanta and introduce them to the Atlantan literary community, which is really booming right now. I hope to have more and more visiting writers in this year’s readings. That being said, Atlanta has a wide variety of incredible wordsmiths and I’m excited and honored to continue giving them a venue to share their work.

What new titles does Vouched plan to offer?

I have some really great stuff coming to the table: False Spring by Gina Myers (Spooky Girlfriend Press), Poetry, Poetry, Poetry by Peter Davis (Bloof Books), and Fjords Vol. 1 by Zachary Schomburg (Black Ocean). I’m also introducing a few new prose titles: Falcons on the Floor by Justin Sirois (Publishing Genius Press), Cataclysm Baby by Matt Bell and [C.] by Various Authors (both from Mud Luscious Press).

Where can we find you?

Write Club Atlanta, True Story, and Solar Anus reading series have all been kind enough to invite me to set up the table at their reading series regularly, which I am eternally grateful for. On June 2nd I’ll have a booth at Artlantis–an arts festival organized by Mark Basehore and the folks at Beep Beep Gallery. There’s the possibility for more readings to come about in the meantime, but right now the next reading I have scheduled is the first annual Very Vouched Birthday Party at the Goatfarm on July 18th. That reading will serve as a fundraiser for WINK and the Wren’s Nest Kipp Scribes tutoring programs. More information about that event can be found at Vouched in the upcoming weeks.


Gifts for Poets and Poetry Lovers

Friday, December 9th, 2011

It’s that time of year again! Here are some suggestions that might make the perfect gift for those that love poetry!

How about a gift subscription to jubilat, Denver Quarterly, Conduit, or Fence?

Many presses offer 1 and 2 year subscriptions such as Litmus Press, $75 gets you or your loved one everything they publish in 2012-13 including their journal, Aufgabe.

$75 also gets a year worth of books from the fine folks over at Wave Books.

Nothing says Merry Christmas more than a two year gift subscription to Octopus Books! For $64 you get 6 full-lengths and around 4 chapbooks with free shipping.  The list includes  with Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees, Rebecca Farivar’s Correct Animal, Brandon Downing’s AT ME, and a reprint of CD Wright’s 40 Watts. And then 4 more books: Chris DeWeese’s The Black Forest and Jenny Zhang’s Dear Jenny, We Are All Find, Patricia Lockwood’s Balloon Pop Outlaw Black and Ben Mirov’s Hider Roser.

For only $50 you get all of this from Black Ocean: Hunger Transit by Feng Sun Chen (Spring 2012)
Fjords by Zachary Schomburg (Spring 2012), Handsome Vol. 4 (Spring 2012), Dark Matter by Aase Berg, trans. Johannes Göransson (Fall 2012),The Moon’s Jaw by Rauan Klassnik (Fall 2012)

No Tell Books has a deal where you can get any two of their titles for $20. Some of their authors include Bruce Covey, Hugh Behm-Steinberg, and Lea Graham.

Yes Yes Books offers both print and e-book subscriptions. When you subscribe, Heavy Petting by Gregory Sherl and Panic Attack, USA by Nate Slawson will be immediately mailed to you. On February 14th, 2012 they’ll send you I Don’t Mind if You’re Feeling Alone by Thomas Patrick Levy.

Ahsahta Press has a three different gifts packages (ranging from $65-35) including books by Kate Greenstreet and Karla Kelsey.

Dancing Girl Press has a (chap)book bundle of 5 for $25.

Projective Industries publishes hand-bound chapbooks. You can get four for $20 (while supplies last).

How about Fact-Simile’s Trading Cards including poets such as Bhanu Kapil, CA Conrad, and Joanne Kyger.

If you find yourself in Brooklyn or Manhattan, Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop is offering free door-to-door delivery on their bicycles (weather permitting).  Not only is that green, but you can support multiple presses and hand-select you’re own gift packages!

Likewise, if you find yourself in Northampton you’d be remiss not to stop into Flying Object or shop from them online!

While “best” has always been an arguable term, if you need more suggestions of what people have been reading/raving about take a look at Third Factory/Notes of Poetry and No Tells.


Heather Christle and Jennifer Tamayo at Stain of Poetry

Friday, November 25th, 2011

On  Friday, November 18th, 2011 Brooklyn’s Stain of Poetry Reading Series hosted their season finale.  The readers included Heather Christle (pictured), Paul Siegell, Jennifer Tamayo, Karen Weiser and Jared White.

Heather Christle is the author of The Difficult Farm and The Trees Trees (Octopus Books, 2009/2011) and the chapbook, The Seaside! (Minutes Books). Her third book What Is Amazing is forthcoming in 2012. Here’s Christle’s set-list which consisted mostly of poems from The Trees The Trees:

“You Are My Guest”

“Je M’appelle Ivan” (video)

“My Enemy”

“Poem Ending With Some Advice” (video)

“Inside Terminal E”

“Plus One”

“Happy Birthday To Me”

“Life Vest”

“Trying to Return The Sun” (vide0)

Jennifer Tamayo read from her debut book, Red Missed Aches Read Missed Aches Red Mistakes Read Mistakes which was selected by Cathy Park Hong as the winner of the 2010 Gatewood Prize and published by Switchback Books. Tamayo read:

“(A moment, Your mother)

an excerpt from “(Put a dress, Address on it)”

“All hail clitoris”

” (   , ”

an excerpt beginning “Mother, bodies are places…”

“I Imagine the World Before Me….”

 

video by Hitomi Yoshio

-steven karl