BWR

by Laura Kochman

Since I've been busy lately, here's a little publications catch-up:  

Review of Rob Schlegel's January Machine for BWR (live today! it lives!)

Poem "Sand Map" in the latest Ghost Proposal

Poems "Possibilities of Fingers" and "The Offering Itself" in the latest MiPoesias

 

Now to roll ahead into figuring out the rest of my foreseeable future. No big deal. I dreamed last night about a crashing plane, but surely that meant nothing. I dreamed the night before about meeting James Franco, which was awful, and probably an equivalent experience to actually meeting James Franco, so I hope that also doesn't come to pass.

by Laura Kochman

She’s inside that animal, the body of a cosmic animal with a stellar eye. Speak, transparence! Listen to the little girl singing in the wind pit—the echo distorts her phrases. Wind smears her voice, serrates its edges. She is sustained, infused, captivated by its mixed airs. She will live through its illusion. - Christine Hume

 

Okay, moving sucks. On to the next (no, really--on to the next apartment. please let me move in, pretty please). To distract myself, and because I've been meaning to do this since AWP, I'm working on a review for the BWR web site. It's nice to be involved with BWR again, and it's nice to sit around and think about writing. I set out thinking I'd get personal in this review, tell stories about tornadoes and my own fear of wind, but when I started writing, I started writing about female voice. Huh. This thing is still in the works, but it's nice to feel the same kind of creative surprise that I feel when writing poetry. I've always let intuition guide me into stranger corners, listening/extrapolating/spinning along variants of image and sound. Composing is hard, of course, but when it's easy it's easy, just like listening and getting caught up. Following the edge of something into a space that is more tangled, more jugular.

by Laura Kochman

Rain, almost every day. I never have to water the garden anymore. It needs weeding, and most of the tomato plants have died. I'm trying desperately to save the basil. Either the submissions in my queue are really excellent right now, or I'm just in some kind of forgiving mood. Feels like every other submission is getting slushed (this is a good thing).

by Laura Kochman

I've just returned from spending the day at the water park, Splash Adventure (used to be Alabama Adventure, and before that was VisionLand? or something like that). They changed the name really recently, so the highway is still Alabama Adventure Parkway. It turns out that a small, local water park is really not that impressive, but it was still fun to be there with friends. It also turns out that I get claustrophobic and can't breathe inside those enclosed tube slides. Really. It has been so hot here, and on the way home, the heat finally broke into thunderstorms, the rain so heavy it was a little hard to drive in. Made me regret watering the garden this morning. The weather has been so terrible lately that all I've wanted to do is sit around (hence the not-blogging), but I really don't want to continue in this way. That manuscript deadline made me read and write and think a lot, and I enjoyed it, and don't want to lose that habit. Plus, we're in solicitation mode for the upcoming feature, and I just got a fresh batch of submissions, and I'll be deep in contest entries soon. So no more hot days of lying around! Or, I will lie around and read rather than watching various Bravo Housewives franchise episodes.

by Laura Kochman

It rained today, briefly, for the first time in a very long time, and I thought it would cool this town down but it did not and the cat and I are sitting here quietly with the fan on, reading through BWR submissions and wondering when winter is. Tonight, a friend is having a birthday dinner followed by drinks at a bar really close to where I live, and it's definitely within walking distance, but it's so hot all the time that walking anywhere feels too far. Must. Not. Drive.

by Laura Kochman

One of the really interesting things about the prose poem is that it becomes like a little haunted house, this small container, this little box, a kind of snapshot. The prose poem gives way to a content that felt very haunted at its center, which is what I wanted. I wanted the sense of the uncanny, and I feel like the prose poem offers that because it is a form that should not be but is. I think it’s Charles Simic who says that the prose poem should not exist, but it does, that it’s the coming together of two contradictory impulses: prose and poetry. So it’s a kind of marvel already because of its form. It gives way to a subject that is a subject of marvel — hatched at its center is a kind of marvel. Sabrina Orah Mark, from an interview up on BWR's website

I actually transcribed this interview, back when I was a research assistant for BWR. You can read the whole thing on BWR's website, if you are so inclined. I transcribed a bunch of interviews that year, and this was the only one that I lingered on, the only one that was formative and beautiful. I wanted to go back in time and shove the interviewer aside so that I could do it myself.

I'm reading it again right now, and suddenly I'm all What am I thinking? SOM took 5 years to write each of her books. What makes me think that I could have the best possible version of this manuscript in only 2 years?

But also, I'm excited that Sabrina Orah Mark is judging BWR's poetry contest this year (!!!).

by Laura Kochman

Emma and I are splitting the radio tomorrow, so listen from 12-2 at wvuafm.ua.edu. My cat is currently falling asleep to this song: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyBarlNnUuU]

by Laura Kochman

Welp, I couldn't get into the radio room, and then the station manager hadn't yet put my music in the system, and then not all of the songs would go into the system, and then the computer decided that some of the songs were not playable, but you know what? Whatever. I'm practicing holding it together under pressure, because that's a useful skill. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBJo942EY9s]