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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Poem in Your Pocket Day!

Hello, blog readers! Do you know what today is? It's Poem in Your Pocket Day!

Poem in Your Pocket Day was launched in 2002 under the leadership of the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs as part of National Poetry Month. It was designed to celebrate literacy and excellence in New York public schools and cultural organizations.

What you're supposed to do: Carry a poem in your pocket -- either one that you've written or one by a favorite poet -- all day today, and share it with family, friends, and colleagues!

Here's the poem in my pocket, from our new issue, hot off the press:

What I Gave the 20th Century
by Kevin Prufer

I gave it thirty years. It wanted more.
I loved its mad perambulations
through the outlet malls, its runs
of horror movies and its discount stores.

I poured my thoughts into its internet
and watched them swim like cave-blind carp
milky and quick in the thrilling dark.
Such years and love I gave, in retrospect.

And through it all I had good laughs, and cried
no bitter tears. And as my waistline grew,
so grew my heart. And if a noisy few
enjoyed it less, I say that’s sad. I hear they died

and took their dull complaining to the grave.
As for me: I loved it, and I gave.
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We'd love to hear what poem you're carrying!

Runner-up Winner of The Ultimate Silly Submission (of DOOM!) Contest

Judging has concluded for the The Ultimate Silly Submission (of DOOM!) contest, which asked our blog readers to compose an outlandish cover letter/submission package. We received several excellent submissions, and judging was difficult. If you didn't place this time, please submit for future contests! To our two winners: congratulations and enjoy your free one-year subscription to HFR!

The runner-up winner is Tania Katan. Congratulations Tania! Enjoy reading, and be sure to check back tomorrow for the Grand Prize winner!

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TWO WHOM IT MAY CONCERNED!

It is with great enthusiasm (and a little bit of vodka) that I am writing to express the fact that I would like to write a book for your publishing house whose name I just forgot. OH it's, no, that was the vodka. Here’s the deal, I don't NEED to write a book, no burning desire or any of that shit, but I feel like it's time for me to write my memoirs. Memoir. Both of them. Ok, really it's my husband who wants me to write a book, which is weird considering I'm a lesbian, so I don't really need to listen to my made-up husband. But I thought you might be one of those publishing houses who likes heterosexual women more than lezzies, you know? I mean, I subscribe to the New York Times, I read the Book Review, the only lezzy ever on that list is Suze Orman and I’ve got way better hair than her 80’s LPGA bi-level situation.

Let's face it, it's tough to be a lesbian author who doesn’t like writing but wants to be a best seller, you know? But I want it. Bad. Ly. Hell, I'd even give the Executive Editor at Penguin a hand job if I knew he’d publish my mewha! Oh, she’s a chick? Well, you know I can rock that sweet wheat grass, if you know what I mean! Speaking of hand jobs, I'm good with my hands. I can make anything from an Ikea book-shelf to tea to writing a really great book!

Look, we both know that publishing at your publishing house is WAY beneath me, but since I minored in Social Work I think publishing with you guys would be like banking some bucks in the big Karma Account!

Thank you for your time. I can't weight to start writing! I think I’ll start writing next month, because I’m a little overwhelmed write now with some relationship issues. Like, I fucking hate this guy who works at the grocery store where I buy all my laxatives. Who the fuck is he to comment on the contents of my bag?? Just pack the bag, NICK. What? Nobody has ever seen 23 pounds of chocolate Ex-Lax and a birthday cake before??

Oh, just in case you’re askin, 6-figures is the LOWEST I’ll go.

Your friend (and maybe lover, if you can 7-figures),
Tania Katan

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Makes HBO look pretty tame, in fact

The Supreme Court recently ruled to give the FCC a free hand in policing words on television and radio broadcasts. You can find the article here. Music, video games, television, and film continue to be legislated, regulated and rated heavily with regard to their content. But when you pick up a book there is no regulatory oversight on its what it contains. There is no rating stamp on the cover warning you of this or that. It's an open secret that books in America run free. It's a powerful thing to experience and interact with this freedom. It leaves the reader with the feeling of the power of their own ideas. It’s no secret that totalitarian regimes go after writers as a way to keep their populaces from ruining their carefully stacked houses of cards and Ozian curtains.

It’s a little amusing to see the wheezing over "fleeting expletives" that aren't even as bad as any six pages of Henry Miller or William Vollman. Of course the caveat to this is that sometimes municipalities and school districts just out-and-out ban works that they are afraid of or think cause controversy.

But books and magazines, especially the smaller independent ones, are where real freedom and an exchange of ideas can be found. Do yourself a favor when you read this week: smile a secret smile and think "You can't do that on television."

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Unusual Calls for Submissions

Anthology on the Corporate Academy Seeks Short Story and Poetry Submissions
In his recent article “The Last Professor” (NY Times, Jan 09), Stanley Fish outlines the current state of affairs in the Academy. Drawing on the recently published The Corporate University and the Fate of the Humanities (Fordham UP, 2008) by Frank Donoghue, Fish writes of the promotion of corporate values in learning, the shrinking number of tenure-stream positions within the Academy (currently 35% in the US), and the expendability of professors who, within the model of the for-profit university, are simple “delivery people” rather than individuals who, after many years of study and research, inspire students and foster insight. Hidden Academics: Contract Faculty in Canadian Universities (University of Toronto Press, 2002) by Indhu Rajagopal paints a similar picture within the Canadian context. “Rooms Without A View”, the working title for an anthology exploring the experience of working on contract within Academia in the current historical moment, seeks creative submissions in the forms of short stories, poetry, or creative essay. This collection of creative writing documenting and describing the current social and historical moment of the Academy will be accompanied by a critical introduction which analytically frames the collection. Submission Guidelines: Short stories and creative essays: 3000-5000 words; Poems: any length; Format: word file with the genre of your submission in the entry line. Please submit by June 1st to Rita Gagliano and Lisa Fiorindi at
r_gagliano@earthlink.net and lisa_fiorindi@yahoo.ca.

Catastrophia will be a collection of stories loosely themed around the theme of catastrophes, disasters and post-apocalyptic fiction. I will be looking for original, unpublished stories which deal in a modern manner with these classic SF- and Horror-based tropes. Rights and other technical details: I’m looking only for original material - no reprints. I will be buying First British and First North American Rights for your story with a one-year moratorium subsequent to publication. I can offer 3p/6c a word up to a maximum payment of £100 / $200 per story. The book will be published by PS Publishing and the current expected pub date is summer 2010. Submissions: The submission period will open on 1st August 2008 and will last until 31st May 2009 or whenever the book is full. Unless specified otherwise, all submissions should be sent as disposable hard copies to: Allen Ashley; Editor: Catastrophia; 110d Marlborough Road; Bounds Green; London, N22 8NN; England. Please include an email address for reply or a stamped and addressed envelope. Response time will be three months or less. Stories should ideally be in the range of 2000 to 6000 words although both longer and shorter tales will be considered. More here.

Call for submissions from Eyebrow Journal of Pop Culture, Celebrity, & Fleeting Fame:
Eyebrow is a newly launched online journal of satire and humor with a decided pop culture/celeb obsession persuasion. Think Perez Hilton meets Jonathan Swift. We are currently accepting submissions for our first issue. All submissions should be sent to
eyebroweditor@gmail.com and should be pasted into the body of the email. The subject of the email should indicate the genre of submission along with the author’s name and the word “Submission.” Please include an author’s bio and a brief cover letter. We’re looking for fiction/essay/creative nonfiction 750 words or less and poetry no longer than 30 lines per poem. See the site for more detailed guidelines.

Moon Poem Broadside Contest – No Fee
Do you have a poem about the Moon? Moonlight? Phases or effects of the moon? What waxes or wanes? Clever personifications? Something new under the moon? Twin Cranes Press is sponsoring a free Moon poem broadside contest. The winning entry will be produced in a limited, numbered edition of 100 copies, of which 25 go to the author and 75 will be sold to raise funds to support Moonlit, a Chicago-based literary journal edited by Lisa Janssen and Claire McMahon. In the event of a tie, the press may publish co-winners. The fundraising event for Moonlit will be held in Cleveland on June 13th, and the winning poet will be invited to attend and read the winning entry. Twin Cranes Press of Canton, Ohio publishes occasional projects to raise funds to support journals, literary centers, and causes it deems worth. Winner(s) will be selected by the editors, Robert Miltner and Lisa Vargas. The guidelines are simple and are as follows: All forms of poetry considered; Include author contact information—name, address, phone number, email—on each submission; Poets should submit no more than three entries; Limit poems to approximately 30 lines; 12 point font, please; Previously published poems considered if poet holds copyright and publication information (journal, issue, year, page or website) is provided; Poems may be co-authored; Rights revert back to author upon printing; Electronic submissions only. Put your last name in the subject line. Attach your poem(s) in a word file AND paste the poem(s) in 12 point font in the body of the email. Deadline is midnight, May 31, 2009. Results of contest will be sent electronically after decisions are made. Put “Question” in the subject line. Send submissions to
twincranespress@gmail.com.

River Poets Journal seeking submissions for “Special Edition” in editorial collaboration with Joseph Reich, poet, philosopher, social worker, dreamer, family man...
Title: Jukebox Junction USA: a poetic history to how music moved you. Deadline: August 31, 2009. Theme: Please consider that song you recall from your adolescence and youth, which significantly and profoundly moved you from a sentimental and nostalgic point-of-view; Perhaps it was when you found out he/she liked you, when he/she broke up with you, used to just love to croon in the shower for one reason or another, loved to drive to and always heard on the radio, some life-transition, loss or abandonment, some arrested stage of development, or maybe simply just that stage of growth and development in which you may have felt unconditionally satisfied and contented. We are interested in hearing from all backgrounds and age groups, all topographical regions, all generations and genres, which may include all the way back to good ol New Orleans Dixie Jazz, perhaps a great solo by Coltrane or Miles Davis, Doo-Wop from The Fifties, the great folk singers and rock and rollers of The Sixties; Soul, Motown, Philadelphia Sound; Wherever you may have been in The Seventies, whether it be Hard Rock, Reggae, Bubblegum Rock, Disco, All that strange (English Influenced) New Wave, Alternative, Progressive or Punk from The Eighties, Grunge or Rap in The Nineties, all the way up to the present day. In writing your poem, please base it on one simple verse (and supply us with it). One that sentimentally and transcendentally stands out, or sticks in your mind. Take us back to that place in time from a lyrical or narrative, or psychological and social and cultural point-of-view, taking into consideration, of course, and making the effort to integrate a sense of "time and place," atmosphere and mood. Also, please note, in keeping with the nature and consistency of this theme, submissions will be limited solely to American songs. So again, we will need 3 things: 1. Your demographics for each song; 2. The verse for each individually submitted poem; 3. The poem. Here for more.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Contributor Spotlight: Oliver de la Paz

MEME: 5 Albums that were the soundtrack to Furious Lullaby + bonus tracks
(So I figured, since this was a blog post, I’d do a very blogger-like thing and post a meme.)

When I write, I listen to music. This is, from what I understand, a not-so-common practice. I’ve always been able to write to some kind of music, whether it’s in the background, or whether I’m consciously putting a set of headphones on my head and cranking the juice on the stereo.

From what I understand, a lot of people hear the music competing with their own poetic composition. I treat the music, in some way, as a guiding principle for the syntax of my poems. Mind you, I do go back later to my poems and “repair” them, but for the initial generative moments, I listen to music with my headphones on. I’d otherwise be distracted into doing some other task . . . like vacuuming. Believe me, it’s true. I’d clean my whole damn house just to keep away from the writing desk. I suppose the practice of listening to music at the writing desk was employed specifically because I needed a distraction that would keep me with my head down typing away. When, exactly, I started listening to music while writing poems I don’t know.

Anyway, I wanted to share with you some of the albums that I listened to while I was composing Furious Lullaby, my second manuscript. In slightly chronological order, here they are:

1. I See a Darkness—Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy. Just after Names Above Houses (my first book) was selected as a Crab Orchard Award Series winner, I was writing these tiny, spare poems. I was stuck. I was having a hard time coming back to writing after living with my first book for so long. I was also about to leave Arizona for a cross-country trip to south central Pennsylvania for a visiting writer appointment at Gettysburg College.

2. Songs for Egon Schiele—The Rachel’s. Not much to say about this album except that listening to it inspired me to write large chunks of Furious Lullaby. There’s something about the strings and the tones in this particular album that just got me writing . . . a lot. There’s also a narrative. Mind you, it’s all instrumental/classical, but there was a palpable story.

3. Horse Stories—The Dirty Three. One song out of this album, in particular, stands out for me—“Sue’s Last Ride.” Check it out. It starts out slowly and then builds in tempo until you’re at a full gallop. I wrote “Aubade with Constellations, Horses, and Snow” to this song. The whole album, though, is lovely.

4. Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots—The Flaming Lips. There had seemed to be something missing from my manuscript when I got my hands on this album in 2002. I was about ¾ done with Furious Lullaby when I realized that I needed a character to wed/fuse some of the disparate elements in my book. So I created a devil character which was a direct response to 1) an editor saying I needed a villain and 2) a whole week where I did nothing but listened to The Flaming Lips through my headphones.

5. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot—Wilco. Another “thematic” album. First, though, I have to brag a little. I managed to see Wilco in New York with my good friend, Joseph Legaspi, while they were filming part of their documentary, I’m Am Trying to Break Your Heart. Thought I’d share. Anyway, I listened to this album quite obsessively. What’s remarkable is how static or the sense of static unified the album. Listening through it, it felt like I was turning the dial on a radio. I wanted that sort of progression throughout my own manuscript—you could hear echoes, samples of previous poems, but you were definitely on a new station.

BONUS TRACKS

I always like listening to CD’s (do we still buy CD’s nowadays?) and finding the “hidden track,” so here are some hidden tracks.

“French Vacation” The Walkmen—Wrote “Aubade with Bread for Sparrows” while listening to this.

“A Sorta Fairytale” Tori Amos—No reason. I just like Tori Amos. Got a problem?

“Break You Off” The Roots—Wrote “Aubade with a Heel of Bread, a Heart, and the Devil” this.

“Tom Traubert’s Blues” Tom Waits—I listened to a lot of Tom Waits while I was revising.

Oliver de la Paz is the author of two collections of poetry, Names Above Houses, and Furious Lullaby, both published by Southern Illinois University Press. He is the chair for the advisory board of Kundiman.org, a not-for-profit organization dedicated to the creation, cultivation, and promotion of Asian American Poetry. His work has appeared in journals and anthologies such as Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation, Quarterly West, Tin House, Virginia Quarterly Review, North American Review, and elsewhere. He teaches creative writing at Western Washington University. A series of his poems is forthcoming in HFR issue #44.

Friday, April 24, 2009

News Around the Net

eReaders help former treasury department economist, Bruce Bartlett, rediscover books.

Scribd:Youtube::BookSwim:Netflix. Now if only there was a way to rent books for free...

Linda Gregg wins the $50,000 Jackson Poetry Prize.

China is attempting to grow its publishing market but they need outside help.

The London Book Fair compares U.S./U.K. book buying habits.

Fanny Howe wins the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize for Lifetime Achievement.

2009 Pulitzer Prizes for Letters, Drama, and Music breakdown.

Novelist J.G. Ballard dies at 78.

J.G. Ballard's unpublished short work has been picked up by Norton.

How's this for science fiction made real--a machine that can print one of any 500,000 titles while you wait for your espresso to finish being made.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Independent Choice

The American Bookseller’s Association announced its Indie Choice Book Awards last week. The Award’s categories are not typical, including "Best Indie Buzz Book (Fiction)," "Best Conversation Starter (Nonfiction)" and "Best Author Discovery." I talked to Meg Smith, the Chief Marketing Officer from the American Booksellers Association about how they were chosen. They are geared, Smith said, to try to duplicate on a national level what independent booksellers do every day in the store for customers, giving common sense reviews about things they have read and liked. The awards match the format of IndieBound, ABA's new incarnation of its Booksense program. Smith stated that they wanted to retool the old program to match the growth of Buy Local and community-based consumer movements, many of which had independent bookstores as members.
If you are tired of having the New York Times (or a chain store's payola-funded front tables) dictate to you what is good, check out the buzz on these awards and the whole IndieBound program.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Review of Immortal Sofa by Maura Stanton

Review of Immortal Sofa by Maura Stanton, University of Illinois Press 2008.
By Meghan Brinson

Don’t expect the rockabilly sensibility of “Magician’s Hat” from HFR #42 out of this collection. Instead, Immortal Sofa offers quiet meditations on creature comforts, travel, and work with the unerotic intimacy of a cotton bra. Through metaphysical poems like “God’s Ode to Creation,” and “Cimetière Virtual,” the collection reveals itself as a study of the feeling of distance, artifice, loss and deep dissatisfaction that suburban complacency hides.

The content of the poems establishes the unquestionably domestic nature of the collection: trips to the vet, memories of the nursery, traffic, board games, morning sex, opera, cocktail parties, organic co-ops, cats. The poems reveal daily life with the indulgent lack of self-consciousness of “The Lovers,” in a Saturday Night Live skit. But instead of mocking the self-content, out-of-touch professorial figures, Immortal Sofa compares the privileged domestic, so far removed from world tragedies like the Indonesian tsunami, to artwork. In “Abstract Art,” and “Cimetière Virtual,” art becomes a way of reimagining a world left unsatisfactory by the removed clockwork God revealed in “God’s Ode to Creation.” Try this line on for a punch in the gut:
“At night I see them sweat and yearn, dreaming/ of the one thing I never made, and won’t. (God’s Ode to Creation”)

No wonder the speaker of “Abstract Art,” yearns for “Canvases/of pure color, untouched by shadow/ like the landscape of eternity, and wish[s]// [she] could step through their panes of light/ and melt into nothingness.” Or the speaker of “Cimetière Virtual,” who creates a place to mourn her father where “The sky’s blue forever/in this perfected space.” The artist is necessary to fill the gap, or attempt to, between what exists and what is needed.

Art is a way both to avoid feeling and to heal those who recognize the intrinsic failing of the world at large. The suburban world of college professors, cats, and hand-me-down couches is transformed into a collective artwork--the characters of the college town come together to create a world more perfect than the larger, tragic world, and to find solace there from the great tides of loss that constantly threaten to swamp their creation. The speaker of Immortal Sofa cannot completely ignore the world outside as death haunts her comfortable creation: her cats, her mornings in bed with her husband, her afternoons on the couch that her mother-in-law kept preserved by plastic. A large chunk of the collection consists of elegies, several more are lists of things lost forever: youthful belongings, sonatas by deceased composers, disappeared civilizations and destroyed basilicas.

Throughout the collection, Stanton tackles subjects that a less experienced writer would avoid. She recognizes this in her poem about a teddy bear, “Poem on a Forbidden Subject,” where she describes advising beginning writers to avoid certain overly sentimental objects or clichés, and then proceeds to write that exact poem. She has not one, but two elegies for housecats in this collection. But Stanton’s secret is the deep dissatisfaction, the menacing shadow of reality that casts itself across the comfortable and familiar world she chronicles. Why do people stultify in the tepid waters of neighborhood cocktail parties, academia, pleasant coffee shop revolutions? Read the long poem for the failed German spy Herman Goertz and the young Irishman who witnesses his last pathetic moments. The difference between what is expected, what someone strives to be and what they finally become is tragic. The recognition of this tragedy is nothing short of violent:
“the mason, stepping slowly back, / Grasping what he’ll try to put in words/ For the rest of his life, though no one listens, / His young face broken open like a geode.

The response is that recorded in “Abstract Art,” to remake the world, and unlike the works of great masters that Stanton mentions in the poem, to avoid mimesis: instead of trying to capture reality, she wants to create something radically different. And that’s the heart of Immortal Sofa, the contrast between what is comfortable and soothing, and the constant imposition of a world which refuses to be these things.

Here for ordering information on this book.

Website of the Week -- Mortified

Mortified is an interesting website that is a "comic excavation of the strange and extraordinary things we created as kids. Witness adults sharing their own adolescent journals, letters, poems, lyrics, home movies, stories and more."

Fans of Post Secret and similar social projects will surely enjoy exploring the Mortified website. Plus, if that's not enough for you, there are live events that might be in your area and two published books -- Mortified: Real Words, Real People, Real Pathetic and Mortified: Love is a Battlefield.

Monday, April 20, 2009

What Light Remains in the Absence

Our former, beloved HFR Art Editor, Adam Thorman, is about to leave the nest. His MFA thesis exhibition, What Light Remains in the Absence, opens with a reception tonight from 7-9 pm in ASU's Northlight Gallery. If you can't make it tonight, the exhibit runs through May 2nd. And if you can't make it to the gallery in person at all, you can view Adam's amazing photos on his website.

What Light Remains in the Absence is a collaborative project featuring photographs by Adam and written works by writers Craig Foltz (from HFR #39), Eoin Galvin, Joe Meno, and Karen Russell.

The project exists in three forms: an exhibition with prints on the wall, as a book that combines the photographs from the exhibition with short stories and poems written or chosen to accompany the images, and on the web in a distilled version of the other two.

The project is simply beautiful. Congratulations to Adam!

Contributor Spotlight: Joshua Ware


The following is a brief excerpt from a larger project of mine, titled "Stein's Poetics of Imperceptibility." Being an excerpt, it does not fully address the nuances of the main argument, nor objections that may be raised against the argument itself. This is merely a primer of sorts:

What, then, constitutes an intensive reading of Gertrude Stein’s writing? One way of actualizing this question is to examine her work through the concept of the secret. Critics in the past have analyzed Stein’s writing as though it were “a private code,” usually deciphering it as “disguised lesbian content,” or more thoroughly as “a sophisticated set of insights about gender and culture…that anticipate…psychoanalytic and feminist theory” (Ruddick 225). But it would seem that such a deciphering mitigates the strength, if not completely undermines, the nature of the secret itself in that it “has limited value as long as the secret is opposed to its discovery as in a binary machine having only two terms, the secret and the disclosure” (Deleuze and Guattari,Thousand 286). The concept of the secret “seeks to be imperceptible itself” and produce a secretion “in which it imposes itself and spreads” (287). As such, the secret is not meant to be “discovered,” but unfolds throughout the text, multiplying itself and creating a vast network of interwoven secrets, or an “infinite form of secrecy” (288). In this manner, the secret transforms from something that needs to be “discovered,” into an imperceptibility; or, as Deleuze and Guattari write, “from a content that is well defined, localized, and belongs to the past, to the a priori general form of a nonlocalizable something that has happened” (288). To wit, Stein herself suggests a similar approach to her texts (i.e. the secret not as a stand-in for the symbolic) when she writes that an object “is not any symbol. It suggests nothing” (Stein, Buttons 46); according to her own admission, proposing what an object might symbolically represent is futile because the object “suggests nothing”: it is merely itself, and the secrets which they produce are merely secrets themselves. Moreover, in Difference and Repetition, Deleuze writes that to “solve a problem is always to give rise to discontinuities on the basis of a continuity which functions as Idea. Once we ‘forget’ the problem, we have before us no more than an abstract general solution” (162). If one “solves” a problem, which is an Idea (162), the false belief arises that one has relieved himself of the problem and thus enables the solution to fragment back into a “proposition whose sole value is designatory” (163). Or stated in other words, to “discover” an answer to a particular secret produces nothing more than a nominal answer that divests the concept of the secret from the work it is capable of doing.

What, then, is the work that the secret performs? At its most basic level, the secret produces sensations, and a sensation “is the opposite of the facile and the ready-made, the cliché, [with] one face turned toward the subject, and one face turned toward the object…and at the limit, it is the same body that, being both subject and object, gives and receives sensation”; thus, one “experiences the sensation only by entering into” (Deleuze, Bacon 31) the writing. To more fully comprehend the logic of sensation within Stein’s writing, it is important to determine 1) how she destroys clichés, and 2) how one enters into her writing.

[Note: Juliana Spahr, in the first chapter of her book Everybody's Autonomy, provides an itemized list of the deformations found in Stein's writing. The complete text of this essay, to a certain extent, merely glosses those deformative poetics; thus, for the purposes this post, I will move directly to point number two.]

But sensation can also be conceptualized in another manner within Stein’s work: at the level of representation; or more appropriately stated, at the level of a-representation. As Deleuze mentions in his analysis of Francis Bacon’s paintings: “The levels of sensation would be like arrests or snapshots of motion, which would recompose the movement synthetically in continuity, speed, and violence” (Bacon 35); yet unlike the Cubism and Futurism, the movement he refers to is “in-place” (as opposed to “through space” and in contradistinction to "cubist readings" of Stein's writing), in that it is a “spasm” reacting to “the action of invisible forces on the body” (36), or a rhythm created when sensations pass between levels. So in Tender Buttonswhen Stein writes of an orange, the reader encounters the following:
Why is a feel oyster an egg stir. Why is it orange centre.
A show at tick and loosen loosen it so to speak sat.
It was an extra leaker with a see spoon, it was an extra licker with a see spoon. (38)
The text presents the reader with a rather peculiar vision of an orange; yet outside of its “orange centre,” the vision does not represent in a traditionally mimetic manner. Instead, forces have warped the object into a “tick” that will “loosen loosen,” but they also transform it into “an extra leaker with a see spoon.” With regard to the difference that such forces produce, Stein herself wrote that: “The only thing that is different from one time to another is what is seen and what is seen depends upon how everybody is doing everything” (Selections 219). “What is seen,” in this case an orange, “is different” in large part to the forces “doing” upon the object in "time," the “spasms” of the orange: the invisible crush of gravity, the light in the room shifting, thus highlighting another aspect of the fruit, its juice (i.e. the “extra leaker”) secreting from the pulp and drying the rind into worthless husk. Whatever the circumstance, Stein writes the sensation, not the representation, and it is a composition of force, or a composed chaos. And like Bacon’s paintings, Stein’s writing is monstrous only “from the viewpoint of a lingering figuration” (Deleuze,Bacon 123), or representation. What she writes is the imperceptible forces, and to do so she employs a “haptic” vision where “sight discovers in itself a specific function of touch” (125) so that we, as readers, can witness that “which makes [an object] crack or swell…sometimes with an inner force that arouses them, sometimes with an external force…sometimes with the variable forces of a flowing time” (129). Therefore, it is not that the orange, or any other object for that matter, has disappeared into the nether-world of forces and catastrophe, but her writing and objects “pass through the catastrophe themselves, embrace the chaos, and attempt to emerge from it” (84) with a new vision and a new rhythm.

To a great degree, embracing Stein’s new rhythm is, in a very literal sense, to enter into her work and experience its sensations directly, and the predominant rhythm in her writing is constructed around repetition, or: “Beginning again and again” (Stein, Selections 216). “Beginning again and again,” for Stein, functions in the “explaining [of] composition and time” (216), but to explain the composition, one must read the composition, and to read the composition is to create the composition. In other words, the “composition is the thing seen by every one living in the living they are doing, they are the composing of the composition that at the time they are living is the composition of the time in which they are living” (216). Furthermore, every instance of composition by the reader generates difference:
Everything is the same except composition and as the composition is different and always going to be different everything is not the same. Everything is not the same as the time when of the composition and the time in the composition is different. The composition is different, that is certain. (216)
In this sense, even though the “beginning again and again” of writer-readers fosters linguistic repetition, those repetitions “as the composition” are “always going to be different,” or difference in repetition.

For Deleuze, the difference in repetition operates as the foundation for his system of thought as an undoing of doxa, or the traditional Image of Thought, so as to create something which is new. As he states in Difference and Repetition:
The new, with its power of beginning and beginning again, remains forever new, just as the established was always established from the outset, even if a certain amount of empirical time was necessary for this to be recognized. What becomes established with the new is precisely not the new. For the new—in other words, difference—calls forth forces in thought which are not the forces of recoginition…but the powers of a completely other model, from an unrecognised and unrecognisable terra incognita. (136)
We see, then, that Stein’s “beginning again and again” is Deleuze’s “beginning and beginning again”; while the former claims that in such repetitions “everything is not the same,” the latter likewise believes that repetition in difference “remains forever new” in that it is perpetually “an unrecognised…terra incognita.” Ultimately, an “authentic repetition” is difference, or “thought without Image” that renounces “both the form of representation and the element of common sense” (132). The production of difference in Stein’s work derives from its rhythms of “authentic repetition” that operate beyond “representation” in that the “time in composition,” as well as the “time of composition” are both a doing, and the doing exists in perpetual relation with the forces that produce sensation: or the point where “rhythm itself plunges into chaos [and] the differences of level are perpetually and violently mixed” (Deleuze, Bacon 39). Sensation is the rhythm and “sensation is vibration” (39), that “secret vibration which animates it, a more profound, internal repetition” (Deleuze, Difference 1): difference in itself.

Of course, once one enters into a work, extraction is just as important. If one stays in the work, cliché can once again reappear. As Deleuze wrote of Bacon’s paintings: “Clichés and probabilities are on the canvas; they fill it, they must fill it, before the painter’s work begins, [therefore] the painter must enter into the canvas…In this way, he enters into the cliché” (78). While in the canvas, the painter must deform the cliché and then find a way “to get out of it, thereby getting out of the cliché” (78). The same can be said of the writer-reader: one must enter the writing so as to experience the sensations, the rhythms, and the vibrations, but then must leave so that the clichés that naturally occur within a particular subjectivity do not manifest themselves within the writing. What one needs is to find a proper balance, an oscillation, in which one perpetually enters into and extracts oneself from Stein’s writing; one must “exist only in mixture” and constantly be “translated, transverse…reversed, [and] returned to” (Deleuze and Guattari, Thousand 474) so as to coexist “in a perpetual field of interaction” (360). This oscillation, in many respects, is the rhythm and sensation which Stein’s text produces.

Joshua Ware lives in Lincoln, NE. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in many journals, such as Caketrain, DIAGRAM, Dislocate, The Laurel Review, Packingtown Review, Phoebe, and New American Writing. He is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks I, NE: Iterations of the Junco (Small Fires Press, 2009) and Excavations (Further Adventures Press, 2009). A series of his poems is forthcoming in issue #44.

REMINDER! -- The Ultimate Silly Submission Contest (of DOOM)!

The deadline for the Ultimate Silly Submission Contest (of DOOM) is TOMORROW. Don't miss out on the fun, and a great prize! If you haven't submitted yet, what are you waiting for? 

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Hello blog readers. We’re bringing you another contest! Ready to have some fun? This time it’s the Ultimate Silly Submission Contest (of DOOM)! Here’s your mission if you choose to accept:

Send us a short descriptive story of the most ridiculous submission package you can think of. This can include any or all of the following:

*The envelope you put everything in
* The cover letter
* The summary of the story you would submit
* The SASE
* Possible extras (sandwiches, rose petals, etc.)

The more ridiculous, the better! Here’s an example of what we’re looking for:

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I must get my submission ready! First, I print the amazing story that’s bound to get published immediately. Want to know what it’s about? It features a giant panda, Hu’p’i’x’i, and his trainer, Bob, and their amazing love as they work in a circus. Hu’p’i’x’i feels oppressed by the numerous children that come to the show everyday at noon. Hu’p’i’x’i wants to quit when some devious ghost child steals his bamboo! Through his love, Bob is able to convince Hu’p’i’x’i that he should keep performing, their bond strengthens, and they live happily ever after.

Next step: the cover letter! Here is what I wrote:

Dear HFR Fiction editors,

Please consider The Love of a Good Panda for publication in Hayden’s Ferry Review. I have never read your journal, but I think it would be a good fit! It’s a gripping romance between a giant panda, Hu’p’i’x’i, and his trainer, Bob. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll want to find your own panda! As soon as you read this story, you’ll never want to publish any other writer’s work but mine ever again. Yes, I’m that awesome.

Speaking of my awesomeness, here’s a bio for my inevitable publication in HFR:

Sally Balden lives, writes, and dances on tables in North Dakota. When she’s not busy writing literary masterpieces, she’s busy gluing things to herself or her husband, Xi’w’y’g’k. She is the proud mother of 14 birds, Betty, David, Bob 1, Bob 2, Xi’un’a, Xi’w’y’g’k, Nancy, Mango, Kiwi, Sally, Balden, Bob, and Hu’p’i’x’i (the parakeet that is the inspiration for her giant panda). Wait, that’s only 13. Sigh. She can never remember the last bird’s name. She receives mail in Taiwan.

Please find enclosed my amazing story, The Love of a Good Panda, that you will absolutely die to publish. I look forward to my contract with HFR.

Sincerely,
Kelly Tripe

Next, the SASE! I lovingly stick on three enormous address labels and 13, no 14, bird stamps to make sure the post office will deliver my soon to be award winning manuscript back to me. Finally, I stick the SASE, the story, and the cover letter with honey and put the now delicious paper into another mailing envelope. I stick on a bunch of address labels and stamps, and I slip in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for good measure because who can resist a PB&J sandwich? Then, I whip out my packaging tape and cover the entire envelope with tape. You can never be too careful! I walk down the street, step up to the mailbox, open the blue door, and send my beloved package on its way. Bon voyage, my dear panda.

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There will be one runner up and one Grand Prize winner! Both winners will receive a free one-year subscription to HFR, and the entries will be published on the blog! If you’re the Grand Prize winner, feel free to declare yourself the Silly King or Queen. Construction paper crown is optional, but awesome.

Send your submissions to hfr (at) asu (dot) edu with the subject "Silly Submission Contest." No attachments, please!

Have fun, and be super silly!

Friday, April 17, 2009

News Around the Net

To Kill a Mockingbird snags the number one spot for "most inspirational," followed by the Bible and A Child Called It.

The other side of grief over Nicholas Hughes' untimely death.

First Jane Austen and zombies and now...Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter.

Finding distance in the cell-phone age.

Amazon ranks gay writing right off the page due to a "cataloguing error."

Margaret Drabble retires from fiction writing to avoid repetition.

A reading list for the lover of chocolate.

First Self-Publishing Book Expo in the works!

Khaled Housseini's Kite Runner makes the list of 2008's most challenged titles.

Nathan Bransford, literary agent, challenges writers to do his job for a day.

Vladimir Nabokov's final novel to be published.

Obituaries (and there's a lot this week, folks):

Derek Weiler, editor of the Quill & Quire, has died at age 40.

Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick, pioneer of Gay Studies, dies at 58.

Judith Krug, who struggled against banning books, dies at 69.

Maurice Druon, writer and former French minister of culture, dies at 90.

Deborah Digges, poet and memoirist, dies at 59.

Post-MFA Fiction Fellowship

Colorado College has just instituted a post-MFA fellowship: 2 years, $28,000/year and benefits, with duties including working with fiction students throughout the year, a block of teaching (3 1/2 weeks), and involvement with the Visiting Writers Series. It's designed to give the person time to write, plus help with the demands of reading student work in fiction, which tend to overwhelm the university's tenure-track fiction writer. We've had a great first appointment, and will start looking next year for someone to replace her. Contact Jane Hilberry (JHilberry@ColoradoCollege.edu) for more information.

Website of the Week -- Creative Nonfiction

Creative Nonfiction is doing something very interesting with their latest issue. They took three essays submitted to the magazine, and showed, via highlighting, where they edited the submissions -- what they took away and what they added. The introductory blurb says, "Our goal was to make the beginnings more immediate, to eliminate some writerly throat-clearing, to help plunge readers into the heart of the story—the action, the theme, the substance—from the very beginning." There is a side panel where the author comments on the changes, and visitors to the website can comment as well.

Past HFR contributor (Issue #40) Maria Hummel's essay Blood and Treasure is featured on the website. Read it, and put in your two cents about the changes!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Griffin Poetry Prize Shortlist


The Griffin Poetry Prize has recently announced the 2009 Canadian and International shortlist for this year's prize. The prize money weighs in at a hefty C$100,000, "making it one of the most lucrative poetry prizes in the world." The prize is "awarded annually for the two best books of poetry, including translations, published in English in the previous year." The two winners will be announced June 3, 2009.

HFR would like to give special mention to C.D. Wright (Rising, Falling, Hovering). C. D. Wright has an excellent interview and two wonderful poems in HFR #34.

Click here to read the full article (quoted above), and see who else has made the list.

Congratulations to all of the Griffin Poetry Prize Shortlist poets!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Ten Reasons to Read Short Stories

1. Because you don’t have the time. Many people say this in reply when asked about their reading. But this is a reason to read. A short story can help you make use of time that would otherwise be wasted. You can consume a flash fiction story while waiting for the elevator, read an entire William Trevor masterpiece in the time it takes the pizza to arrive at your home. I read Lee K. Abbot’s’s “Living Alone in Iota” while waiting silently for the jury to convict me of felony vandalism after I spray painted “John Updike is God” on the town’s water tower. (My defense was that it was a civic improvement). Although I was fined $1300 and had to perform community service, I still considered it a good day.
2. Because they don’t have the time. Once you decide to engage a short story, it doesn’t waste the promise of that engagement. A good short story has a first sentence that will smack you right across the intellect. The first line of Hemingway’s “Hills Like White Elephants” once gave me a concussion. Then the short one-two’s of his sentences didn’t let up until I reached the end. A short story is all meat, no fat. A short story can’t waste time getting to the point, it is the point.
3. Because it’s subversive. What people won’t say in polite company they will read. I was once thrown out of a restaurant for quoting from Mary Gaitskill’s Bad Behavior. A.M. Homes is another writer that transgresses beyond our comfortable borders into territory that you won’t see on TV or at the movies.
4. Because it’s trendsetting. Annie Proulx’s “Brokeback Mountain” and Steven Millhauser’s “Eisenheim the Illusionist” are just two of the stories that were later turned into the movies that everybody watched. Find the trends instead of following them. More and more filmmakers are moving toward the short story as the source for film. I read a story by Chuck Palahniuk in the now defunct magazine Story years before Fight Club came out and I was feeling bad about my repressed aggression and soulless mercantilism way before the rest of you.
5. Because it may be better than the novel. Even the New York Times thinks so.
6. Because it’s experimental. Edgar Allan Poe invented the detective story with the "Purloined Letter." Authors like Robert Coover and Donald Bartheleme challenged form in the 20th century, and the work ethic in short fiction towards innovation has never ceased with collections like Lorrie Moore’s Self-Help, and in stories like Miranda July’s 'This Person". The only innovations you’ll find on television right now are what C-List celebrity will be dancing with the stars next. Come see where real art that won’t insult your intelligence.
7. Because you want to write. You want a future in prose. You want to be the next John Cheever. Okay, maybe without the alchoholism and the sexuality issues. Except how can you be John Cheever (Or Eudora Welty) if you don’t know what territory has been already been crossed by them? Or what territory has been crossed by any writer? Reading everything may seem like an impossible proposition, but reading nothing is an even worse one. Read as much as you can so your writing can be informed by the techniques of the masters. Yes, I hear you, you want to be an individual, to write what has not been written before. You may be a secret genius, but you’re keeping secrets from yourself unless you read.
8. Because you are a Patriot. The United States has produced some of the greatest practitioners of the short story. The only other countries that may be giving us any competition are the Russians and the French. So really it’s just like watching figure skating again. Just substitute ‘Amiee Bender’s name for ‘Sasha Cohen’, and ‘story’ for ‘quadruple axle’ as in: “Go Amiee, you do that sentence. My god, that was the most awesome story I’ve ever seen in the creative part of the program.” Now that George Bush is no longer president and his planned invasion of Canada has been put on hold, we will not be adding Margaret Atwood and Alice Munro to our ranks, but we have placed Jim Harrison, Tom McGuane and Richard Ford at strategic points along the northern border. Celebrate America. Read a story.
9. Because short fiction is about you. Short stories are immediate and relevant to all of us and how we live our lives. For a while I adopted Chekhov’s ‘The Lady with the Lapdog’ as my guide to life. I hung out by the dog run to check out the owners of Pomeranians to see if I could find a Russian lady to have an affair that would be tragic and poignant, but then I realized I was taking things too literally. Short stories examine lives with the scope we give our own lives every day: Choice by choice by choice. Every short story revolves around a choice of a character: Love, death, friendship, grief, happiness, fear are all examined minutely. A short story gives life in heartbeats.
10. Because language is the most complex code ever invented and yet it is the one we all understand. Simply put, you will find things in stories you wouldn’t find in any other media.When William Shatner thrust his elbows into his armpits and made that face, he was trying to tell us how he felt. But I never got it. I thought he was just constipated. But a story reveals in language.The nuance of language, its ability to reveal interiors as well as exteriors in characters, to set scene wherever the author can conceive, and to dictate whatever action to the characters strike his fancy.That is the power of language, and in prose it is the short story that carries this power in it’s most distilled form. Time for a shot straight up.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

As the Chair Turns: Izzie the Intern Opens the Mail -- Ultimate Silly Submission Contest (of DOOM) Reminder

Here’s a friendly reminder to submit a short descriptive story of the most ridiculous submission package you can think of -- due midnight April 21st.

As the Chair Turns: Izzie the Intern Opens the Mail

Izzie the Intern happily swung her computer bag on her shoulder up the green grass to the Writer’s House, the home of Hayden’s Ferry Review. She would have been whistling, only her lips had never allowed her to do so. The front door opened quietly and Izzie tip-toed her way to the back room to deposit her stuff. Since no one was there at the moment, Izzie quickly went to the comfy chair and spun around once, twice for good measure. She wouldn’t get another chance once Ida the other intern arrived. Izzie was pretty sure that Ida thought she was crazy.

Content with herself, Izzie walked up the creaky stairs to see if there was any mail. It was no surprise to Izzie when it turned out that in fact, there was mail in the mail box. Izzie took the pile of envelopes in her arms and headed down the stairs noticing that today the mail seemed heavier than usual.

Not thinking too much of it, Izzie walked back down the stairs to the intern room. It was still empty so Izzie took the chance of spinning in the chair once again before setting down the envelopes to open them up. She picked up the letter sized envelopes first.

Before opening the first one she looked to the stamp to see if it was interesting. It was another liberty bell. So far Izzie had collected 401 of those, this would make it 402. She held the envelope to her forehead as though it held numerous secrets. “Poems,” she said aloud guessing what was in the envelope. Sure enough! It was poems. Izzie nodded knowingly and patted herself on the back. She was pretty good at the guessing game.

After setting aside five liberty bell stamped envelopes, six Paul Bunyan stamped envelopes and twelve Yoda stamped envelopes, Izzie got ready to open the last envelope. She reached for it and paused. The envelope was covered in packaging tape and bird stamps. Izzie stared at it for a good minute even cocking her head at it in confusion.

Izzie peered over to the dozen of discarded Yoda stamps on her left for guidance. Yoda however turned out to be no match for the bird stamps.

Surely this was just Ida’s idea of a joke, a prank. Soon she would pop out, say ‘boo!’ and prove herself to be just as crazy as Izzie was herself. Right? Right?

“Ida?” Izzie whispered softly.

No answer came.

Carefully, Izzie lifted up the envelope to inspect it for a hole that she might be able to get the letter opener into. As she turned the envelope she felt something squishing inside it. Suddenly Izzie wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to open the envelope. However, this was her job, and she took it quite seriously. So after five minutes Izzie finally found an opening. She cheered and spun around in the chair!

The excitement did not last long. Once open the envelope reeked of stale peanut butter and moldy bread. Izzie peered into the envelope and her eyes widened. Quickly she ran out into the kitchen to grab the roll of paper towels, not sure how much she would actually need. Then, she took a paper clip and hooked it onto her nose. Armed, Izzie went back to the envelope to retrieve the specimens inside.

Neatly, she disposed of the sandwich and the paper towels. Satisfied that that was all there could be, Izzie heaved a sigh of relief and reached into the envelope to pull out the cover letter, story, and SASE. Terror filled her face when she realized that the torment indeed was not over. Honey was spread across the paper and now her hands.So she did what any person would do; she squealed very inelegantly and ran for the kitchen sink.

Muttering to herself, Izzie finally managed to get the paper cleaned up and put it on the pile with the other stories. To soothe her senses she spun around in the chair a couple of times to no avail.

An hour later after a dentist appointment, Ida walked in. While Izzie was upstairs getting a letter from the printer, she spun around in the big comfy chair twice. No need for Izzie to think she was any crazier than she already did. She was just starting on her third quick spin around when a smell drifted over. Ida scooted the chair over to the waste bin. “Izzie,” Ida shouted as she reached into the basket, “Why did you throw this submission of DOOM away?”

Monday, April 13, 2009

Contributor Spotlight: Kevin Skiena

Composting: The Value of Bad Writing

Writing is usually the last thing I want to do. To avoid writing, I will clean, read, and take walks. To avoid fiction writing, I’ll write in my journal. “My fiction writing is not going well,” I tell my journal. I sit at the computer or before an open notebook, terrified that the writing will be bad. I’m worried the writing will be so bad that it’ll draw attention to how dull, clichéd, and predictable I am.

In Writing Down the Bones, Natalie Goldberg says that sometimes it’s necessary to force it. She compares writing to jogging. “Some days you don’t want to run and you resist . . .,” she writes, “but you do it anyway. You practice whether you want to or not. You don’t wait around for inspiration and a deep desire to run.” A few months ago, on Goldberg’s advice, I started doing timed writing exercises. I try to do one a day. The fear is great, but Goldberg counsels, “Sit down with the least expectation of yourself. Say, ‘I am free to write the worst junk in the world.’ You have to give yourself the space to write without destination.”

I open my notebook, the anxiety of a fresh page compounded by the fact that writing by hand makes my hands sweat. A minute passes. Two. I’m doing exactly what Goldberg advises against: I’m trying to think of something brilliant – a piece that would fit respectably in Joe Meno’s Demons in the Spring or George Saunders’ Pastoralia, but nothing comes. My mind keeps returning to a friend of mine. I’ve wasted enough time, so I start writing about him, and immediately I’m listing reasons why I shouldn’t be writing about him. He’s not a capital “C” Concept. He’s not a “big idea.” Is he torment? Is he dread? Is he civil unrest? No. Not for everyone. For me, perhaps, a bit. Yes, he has some of these qualities for me (though probably not civil unrest). So I think of other reasons to not write about him. This man is singular. He’s not universal. What am I saying? He’s not good enough to write about because he’s not “everyone?” Does this mean I should write more stories about Tom Hanks?

Suddenly he’s interesting enough to write about. I give a quick and abbreviated account of our history. I describe him the way a caricaturist would, exaggerating those traits that are easily made comical or villainous. I describe his body, his personality. As I do this it becomes clear that I have a crush on this guy, that I think about him often, not always consciously, and that he’s special to me. Now I start listing the ways in which the crush is inconvenient, the things about him I shy away from, and the reasons a relationship wouldn’t work. I take a breath. I look at a clock. Time’s up.

There’s no story in what I’ve written, at least not one I want to write, and the writing itself isn’t very good – it’s energetic and personal, but unrefined and simplistic. Lust and desire have always been good fodder for my writing, but they need to be compounded and complicated by something else to become a story, and I don’t yet know what that could be this time. And I’m no happier for acknowledging a new crush. (“Ask him out,” you might say. “You never know what could happen.” Yes, I do. I’ve listed it in sloppy, sweat-stained handwriting). Bad writing and a now complicated friendship. What was the point, Sensei Goldberg?

Goldberg calls this activity “composting.” You produce mountains of “shit,” and the work done making the shit provides you with stepping-stones. The shit has the potential to synthesize into something not quite so . . . shitty. In the meantime you’re exercising the muscle, considering the themes and elements at play, and preparing your mind for the work of laying it out in a crafted and compelling narrative.

Expecting brilliance and ease from the start can make a stumble seem like a failure, but a false start is better than no start at all. If it will grow into a story, it’s worth looking for, and it’s definitely worth screwing up a couple times first.

Kevin Skiena is the 2004-05 recipient of the Eugene Van Buren Prize for fiction as well as a winner of the 2004 A. E. Hotchner Playwriting Competition for his full-length play Post Departure. He has worked at HarperCollins Publishers and Maxim Magazine in New York, and in 2006 he received his MFA in fiction writing from the University of Washington. He currently lives in Seattle. His story, "In-Flight Dramaturgy," is forthcoming in HFR issue #44, out next week.

Friday, April 10, 2009

News Around the Net

Richard Wright, the author of Black Boy and Native Son, will get his own stamp.

14 never-before-seen Kurt Vonnegut stories to be released in November 2009.

Joyce Carol Oates receives the Gold Medal of Honor from the National Arts Club.

Prizes for non-fiction, the Orange Prize shortlist, the Desmond Elliott Prize longlist and the Galaxy British Book Awards are announced.

Genre fiction, Romance in particular, is flourishing in this hard economy. Even Gloria Vanderbilt is getting in on it!

Kim Dong Hwa is an emerging voice in American comics.

Could the Kindle be destined for a short life?

The late Michael Crichton left behind two novels to be published over the next two years.

Introducing...the Vook!

Margaret Atwood speaks from Hong Kong.

The O. Henry Prize Stories gets a new name.

The peril behind sequels.

The top ten books of magic from literature.

The Jane Austen/Zombie-fest is an unexpected best-seller.

The work of maids and butlers in fiction.

A few words you might think came from science but actually came from science fiction.

Why sex is so hard to write about.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Guggenheim Fellowships - Congratulations to Laura Kasischke!

The winners of the 2009 Guggenheim fellowships were announced today. 180 fellowships were awarded to over 3000 applicants. Among the winners were 11 fiction writers and 9 poets, including poet Laura Kasischke. Laura's poem, "Space, in chains" appeared in HFR issue #42. Check it out below. Click here for the complete list of winners or more information about the fellowships. Congratulations, Laura!

Space, in chains

Things that laugh, then cover their mouths, ashamed of their teeth. A strong man pouring coffee into a cup. His hands shake, it spills. His wife falls to her knees when the telephone rings. Hello? Goddamit, hello?

Where is their child?

Hamster, tulips, love, gigantic squid, to live. I’m not endorsing it.

Any single, transcriptional event. The chromosomes of the roses. Flagella, cilia, all the filaments of touching, of feeling, of running your little hand hopelessly along the bricks. Sky, stamped into flesh, bending over the sink to drink the tour de force of water.

It’s all space, in chains—the chaos of birdsong after a rainstorm, the steam rising off the asphalt, a small boy in boots opening the back door, stepping out, and someone calling to him from the kitchen,

Sweetie, don’t be gone too long.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Something Akin to Magic

At a recent author reading, I heard something that I thought only annoyed me. Afterwards, I found that a few other writers in attendance were also perturbed. The crux of our initially benign irritation was a claim made by an Important Writer about the creation of stories.

In response to a question about his writing process, he answered, to paraphrase: I sit down and see what happens; I follow the characters. I don’t really over think what’s going to happen.

At first glance, this may not seem like a big deal. Yet, the audience in question was made up of writers who were all in the midst of working on their own projects and, in many cases, embarking on writing careers. It seemed disingenuous to try to convince us that the craft of writing involved lighting some incense and saying a few magic words or just waiting for the characters to guide a novel to completion.

Wherefore art thou revision? Decisions about dialog? Plot structure? How does one handle inevitable problems? Subplots?

To be fair, the idea that one “follows the characters” is not a claim of magic. In fact, many how-to-write books urge budding writers to drive the story by choices the characters make rather than the author’s pre-determined plot outline. Important Writer can be excused for admitting to this basic technique. But in the face of more specific questions about technique, I think writers who speak to writers should offer something more substantial. Even the Romantic poets didn’t truly believe writing was just something that happened, despite their belief in inspiration (look at their rough drafts and journals and you’ll see guys like Keats & Wordsworth worked really hard to make their poems look like first-draft genius). When eager writers seek out some knowledge from a successful one, it doesn’t seem too much to ask for an answer that moves beyond the vague and unsatisfying suggestion that things just kind of fall into place -- that answer can be saved for readers who are happy to think that writing is something akin to magic. But those of us who write know that every author has a different system for developing characters, researching, tracking plot. While I would agree that learning through trial and error is usually a good idea, a discussion of what one has gone through can’t be seen as inconsiderate or outlandish. In fact, how can I know what to try if I haven’t heard about other people’s experiments?

In the after-discussion, I spoke with a fellow writer who expressed dissatisfaction with the answer to one of his questions about craft. It was nice to know that I wasn’t being overly critical (this time). Yet, we both had to admit that sometimes when we write, surprising phrases and ideas do seem to appear magically. It’s the unexpected nature of plot points, character choices, turns of phrase that makes writing so much fun.

To illustrate: I was composing a story a few years ago about a teenage boy who was living at the Jersey shore with his uncle for the summer. In the midst of writing about the uncle’s life, I wrote that he had spent some time in the Philippines and fell in love with a woman but it didn’t work out because “he couldn’t handle killing chickens.” It was a strange line that seemingly came out of nowhere, even to me. And an outsider would definitely think that the mention of the Philippines and the line about killing chickens was random. But none of it came from nowhere. I needed the uncle to be single and wanted something a bit exotic to juxtapose with the boy’s life because the teenager had concerns about life being a long, dreary wasteland. I have been to the Philippines and had all sorts of information about life there. I had already mentioned the uncle was divorced and thought that having him back in the US after living abroad would give him a good perspective. Eventually I wrote an entire story about the uncle's time in the Philippines and how he falls in love with a woman whose father raises chickens. While the story went through some changes (the uncle doesn’t end up killing any fowl), the inspiration for the story was rooted in my own knowledge. It's hardly magic, though it definitely feels amazing.

Standing outside of the Important Writer reading, I joked to my writer friend that if he ever tried to tell an audience that his stories just came together magically, I would come up on stage and punch him. He suggested I just stand up call him a liar, as it would be more effective and cause less bruising. Despite the fact that we were joking, we both realized that the only way to eradicate this idea (that writing involves the use of possibly dangerous magic passed along through whispers and old books) was to pledge to be as open and honest as we can when speaking with other writers and readers. We shook on it after agreeing that signing our names in blood would be overkill.

Website of the Week -- PEN

I mentioned PEN in the blog yesterday concerning Burn This Book, so I wanted to highlight PEN's website this week for those who may not have yet visited. The website has a lot of interesting things to explore, ranging from programs like Freedom to Write (which "works to protect the freedom of the written word wherever it is imperiled") to blogs written by PEN members.

PEN is "an associate of writers working to advance literature, defend free expression, and foster international literary fellowship." They are currently featuring translations of poetry and prose, and the inaugural installment of their online Translation Slam.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Superfluous Novel

The New York Times has an interesting article today in praise of the American short story, prompted by the release of three recent biographies from short story masters: Flannery O'Connor, John Cheever and Donald Barthelme. Their work, writes A. O. Scott, "is among the most powerfully original American fiction produced in the second half of the 20th century." He goes on to say: "Much of it, indeed, makes the novel look superfluous." Check out the full article here.

Burn This Book


Hi blog readers! There's this neat book coming out on May 12 that you might be interested in. Its called Burn This Book, and its a "collection of essays about censorship and literature in response to oppression."

It's edited by Toni Morrison and features such literary greats as Nadine Gordimer, Salman Rushdie, and John Updike.

This project started when HarperStudio President and Publisher Bob Miller heard Toni Morrison speak at the PEN literary Gala about writers' freedom to write. Miller approached Morrison and, together with PEN, the book began to take shape and will soon be a reality. The "essays range widely in tone and subject, yet all address the common theme of freedom of expression."

Be sure to check out Burn This Book when it's released on May 12! Click here to read the full article from the American Booksellers Association (quoted above).

Monday, April 6, 2009

A Cup of Ambition: Writer, Performer, Playwright

We've all heard it before, at dinner parties, from relatives, from our therapists: "Oh, you write. Does that mean you'll be a teacher?" Fine, fine. We can't make enough money to "eat" or "live" from our poetry. Every MFA graduate knows the horrible feeling that settles into her stomach as graduation approaches. You finished a whole book!, you keep telling people. And still, no prospective employers come a-calling. Here at HFR, we know how you feel. We thought it might be interesting to take a closer look at some jobs we writers and lovers of books might enjoy. Or do enjoy. Or have tried, and regret. This regular post, A Cup of Ambition, will talk to those in-the-know about what the working world is really like. (To see previous posts, click here.)

Meet our tenth guest...
Tania Katan, writer, playwright, performer and instructor for writing workshops held here in Arizona and other locations, such as Italy for the Topography of Memory workshop.

How did you come to have this job?
Well… Being a kept woman isn’t easy, especially when your lady-friend is a professor, you know, with all the furloughs and stuff. Wait, which job were you inquiring about? OH, writing, yeah, that’s a tough one. I’ve been writing since I was six years old and somebody gave me this tiny pink patent leather diary. The covers shut tight and were held in place with a gold lock and key. The lock was the size of my thumbnail and the key was the size of a grain of sand, a gold grain of sand key, and all I wrote in that shiny pink diary was, “I like Brian, but I think he likes Stephanie. My mommy is not making my favorite cake for my birthday. Today was good.” So even at 6 years old I had some innate understanding that my job as a memoirist would be one of finding the light in disappointing situations.

The Good Stuff
Tania Katan is an author, playwright and performer. Her memoir My One-Night Stand With Cancer is the winner of the 2006 Judy Grahn Award in Nonfiction, an honoree of the 2006 American Library Association’s Stonewall Book Award in Non-Fiction, and a finalist for the 2006 Lambda Literary Award. Rock-n-Roller Melissa Etheridge said of Tania’s book, “This book rocks! It’s passionate, playful, and downright beautiful,” and the Library Journal gave the book a Star Review. Since the success of her first book, Tania has been performing her one-woman show, Saving Tania’s Privates (adapted from My One Night Stand With Cancer), which made its European premiere at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in August 2008 where it was a critical success! In the U.S. Saving Tania’s Privates has been seen at such prestigious venues as ACT in Seattle and The Painted Bride Art Center in Philadelphia. Katan is a regular contributor to The Advocate, Compete Magazine, Stand Up To Cancer’s online magazine, and others. And because of her unique ability to write and perform she has become a regular performer at Comedy Central’s Sit-n-Spin. As a public speaker and teacher, Tania is invited to teach writing workshops and give performative lectures around the world. After winning the 700.is Experimental Film and Video Festival in 2007, with a video made by Angela Ellsworth starring Tania called Hot Air: a one-woman all-boy band, Katan and Ellsworth were invited to Iceland to teach a “Performing for the Camera” workshop. She is a regular on the university circuit, speaking at Loyola Marymount, UC Berkeley, University of Connecticut, California College of Arts, Arizona State University, and others. At writing conferences she is seen on panels with Brett Paesel, Bernard Cooper, Laurie Notaro, and Steve Almond. As a playwright, Tania’s plays have been seen at Connecticut Repertory Theatre, Circle Repertory Theatre, Pacific Residence Theatre, Theatre of N.O.T.E., and other venues throughout the United States. Katan has received the American College Theatre Festival Award in Playwriting, the Jane Chambers Playwriting Award, and others. Katan’s work has been written about in The New York Times, Bust, Library Journal, Bitch, Running Times, DIVA, GCN Ireland, The Scotsman, and other national and international publications. In addition to writing and performing, Tania is extremely proud to be a graduate of the New York Artist in Residence program at the Creative Center, an organization that brings the art making process to the bedsides of people in the hospital dealing with cancer. You can usually find Tania running marathons, sipping espresso or in Italy where she teaches a creative writing and drawing workshop with her lady-friend, Angela Ellsworth called Topography of Memory. For more information please visit: www.taniakatan.com or www.twolittlewishbones.com

The Bad Stuff
Having people ask, for a second time, “So, what do you do for a living?” And once again I say, “I’m a writer.” And then they ask, “I know you write, but what do you do for a living?” So now when someone asks what I do for a living I just say, “Sales. I sell signs, like banners, but with more words.”

Surprise Me
I am very hot in Iceland. My band is anyway. Seriously, we’re called: Hot Air: a one woman, all boy band.

Who makes a good writer/playwright/performer?
Someone who practices her/his craft often. Someone who is open to other people challenging their ideas. Someone who is open to being wrong, to learning more, to going deeper than is comfortable. Someone who enjoys being uncomfortable and even if they don’t enjoy being uncomfortable they know that discomfort is part of the creative process and do it anyway. Someone who likes other people making them look smarter than they really are. Someone who delights in collaboration even if they have many moments of fighting it, of protecting their flimsy ego. Someone who loves being present and living the details so that recalling them will be a pleasure, a puzzle, something to chew on and type out. Someone who tells the truth; their truth.

How do I become you?
Approach the counter at the fancy coffeehouse across the street from where you live. You are slightly disheveled, playing the part of the genius writer. So disheveled and genius that you forget to bring money with you to the counter and need to go back to your computer bag to retrieve it.
Back to the counter. The sexy barista, who looks Jewish or Amish, is staring, ish, into your eyes and her full-under-the-age-of-thirty-lips open slowly to ask you a question, “What can I get for you, Tania?”
Ok, ok, you know she knows your name because you get your coffee there 6 times a week, but let’s just pretend that she’s memorized your name, maybe even asked a coworker, “Whose that hot lesbian who appears to be a genius, but always forgets her money?”
You can feel your heart pumping faster than necessary, “I’ll have a double dry cappuccino.”
“Would you like that cold or…hot?”
She punctuates the question by smiling at you too long, staring directly into your eyes and you know if you really thought about it, clearly assessed the situation, she’s just a skilled customer service worker, but you find that thinking sometimes clouds reality and you’re all about creating your own reality, living in the waking dream and all that stuff. Plus, you’re a writer, so it’s your job to either embellish situations or incite embellishments within situations, either way, you get paid to dream, not think. And in your waking dream, when you say to the sexy barista, “Yes, I want it hot.” She says, “How hot do you want it?”
“As hot as you can make it.”
“Scalding, Tania. Scalding.”
OH NO, you’ve awoken from your waking dream with the facial equivalent of a wet dream!
The blood from your heart has swum upstream and into your nerdy face and now all the sexy barista can see is your huge Face Boner! Red and hot, engulfing any indication of your race, the boner has taken over your visage! There’s no hiding it, sure you have some tricks to try and keep your Face Boner down, like taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes, or pretending that a swarm of bees just bit your face, or itching your red cheeks like you’ve got a rash, or dropping your keys hoping that the sexy barista thinks the blood just rushed to your face upon bending over, and, and, AND… You don’t want to be me; it’s way too embarrassing.