Saturday, July 23, 2022

Red Letter Poem #120

 The Red Letters

 

 

In ancient Rome, feast days were indicated on the calendar by red letters.  To my mind, all poetry and art serves as a reminder that every day we wake together beneath the sun is a red-letter day.

 

                                                                                                          – Steven Ratiner

 

 

 

           Red Letter Poem #120

 

 

 

This virus – I’m happy to report – is stunningly potent and highly transmissible: the creative spark.  And it’s capable of infecting you – not only from close contact with your contemporaries (sometimes, these days, I have a hard time reading more than three or four poems in a journal before I’m seized by that quiet voice prompting the opening line of a new poem), but also from long-dormant strains still circulating in the cultural landscape.  Whitman, Li Bai, Sappho, Mayakovsky, Mirabai all remain highly contagious, even after centuries, producing fever, tremors, and bouts of euphoria.

 

Of all the wildly-creative strains with whom I’ve personally come into contact, the one named William Stafford was likely the most endemic and enduring.  I am never surprised when other writers mention this acclaimed poet’s work as a source of inspiration; or his essays on the art of writing, and how his daily practice influenced their own; or (for those fortunate enough to have studied with him) the effect his very presence had on their creative approach and on their long-term emotional lives.  I was delighted to have interviewed him in 1991, not long before his death,  for my collection Giving Their Word – and I can’t tell you how many ways his influence continues with me today.  Here’s just one example that I think anyone engaged in a creative endeavor will appreciate.  Early on, he wrote a poem entitled “Traveling through the Dark” about coming across a deer on a country road who had been hit by a car.  Touching the belly of the doe, the speaker feels the still-warm fawn inside the dead mother.  When Stafford first shared the piece with poet-friends, he described how they reacted to the unexpected (and rather jarring) closing lines.  “‘No, no, Bill, you can't end it like this!  You can't end it pushing the deer over the edge into the river.’  And right away, I thought, ‘Oh, I can't, eh?’”  Stafford’s was a notoriously independent mind and he was neither swayed by social expectations nor literary fashion.  The poem, he explained to me, garnered dozens of rejections before one magazine’s acceptance letter arrived in his mailbox.  It would eventually become the title poem in his National Book Award-winning second collection and one of his most anthologized pieces in a long and storied career.  That persistence, that trust of the self’s inner compass, might serve us all well.  Here’s one of the exchanges with Bill that comes to mind almost on a weekly basis: “The editor says in his [rejection] note, 'Sorry, this is not for us. . .'.  Should I assume it is indeed 'not for us?'  I don't recognize it.  I think: I've got to find a better editor.”

 

Bruce Bond – a gifted poet and educator whose prolific tendencies rival those of Stafford’s – is the author of over thirty poetry collections, the most recent being Liberation of Dissonance (Nicholas Schaffner Award for Literature in Music), and the forthcoming Choreomania (from MadHat) which should be out any day now.  His work has been selected for seven editions of the annual Best American Poetry.  He’s Regents Emeritus Professor of English at the University of North Texas.  The spirit of this new poem debuting here, is inextricably linked to “Traveling through the Dark.”  Stafford’s piece – near its conclusion, and as he wrestles with the right course of action – says: “I could hear the wilderness listen.”  It is listening still in the vicinity of Bruce’s opened notebook – though I wonder whether the speaker in “Wilderness” is indeed the natural world, or the long-dead poet, or the inky phantom of the fateful deer.  But the “no one” being given voice here addresses the trembling we all feel within our mortal journey which, I’m sure you’ll agree, is traveled mostly through an unfathomable darkness.  For brief but exhilarating moments, we sometimes find we are able to truly see where we are – by the beam of Stafford’s headlights, perhaps; or Bruce Bond’s “good star”; or by the candlewick of a poem. Sometimes it’s one you’ve chanced upon in a journal or book, inflaming the imagination; other times, it’s one as-of-yet unwritten, making the head throb and the heart race; and the only cure is fresh ink on an unmarked page.

 

 

 

Wilderness

 

 

 

To you, if you are listening,

 

                    I am no one

and so hear things that no one hears.

 

If a deer leaps from nowhere

            to the road, what it leaves

 

of the many bleeds into one.

            And for a moment I hear less,

 

as no one hears.  Minus one.

            But know the river is a road

 

we walk together.  We must.

            It crackles with a good star

 

that burns the name we give it.

            If I come upon your body

 

in my path, know I will not, cannot,

            leave.  Although I travel on.

 

 

                         –– Bruce Bond

 

 

 

 

The Red Letters 3.0

 

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To learn more about the origins of the Red Letter Project, check out an essay I wrote for Arrowsmith Magazine:

https://www.arrowsmithpress.com/community-of-voices

 

Two of our partner sites will continue re-posting each Red Letter weekly: the YourArlington news blog

https://www.yourarlington.com/easyblog/entry/28-poetry/3149-redletter-052722

 

 

and the Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene

http://dougholder.blogspot.com

 

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Friday, July 22, 2022

Documentarian Olivia Huang: Brings Graffiti right up your Alley



I have had the pleasure to interview former Somerville resident and documentary filmmaker Olivia Huang a number of times. And I have even appeared in a documentary she did about the Grolier Poetry Book Shop some years ago. Now Huang turns her discerning eye on Graffiti Alley in Cambridge, with her new documentary, " City as Canvas: Above the Free Walls." I attended a screening of the film, and later chatted with Huang.



You have lived in Somerville for a while--as an artist-- how did you find the environment?



Somerville was my home when I first moved to Boston, and many of my first experiences with the artistic community were in the five years I lived there. I volunteered at the Somerville Museum hanging artwork, photographing events at the Armory.

In 2017, working on my first documentary film about the Grolier Poetry Bookshop, many of the poets and writers who appeared in the film, Gloria Mindock, Patrick Sylvain, yourself, were all from Somerville.

I always found the environment of Somerville to be vibrant, supportive, and encouraging, and I am still very close to the artists I worked with in the past.



Why did you choose Graffiti Alley as a subject for your documentary?




I used to commute from the Central Square T station, so walking through Modica Way/Graffiti Alley became a daily event. I was always struck by how frequently the paintings changed, how talented the artists were, and eventually I got to know some well enough to bring my camera. So the idea to make a documentary about the alley, the artists, their artwork, was simply a natural progression. And I appreciated that this was a space where anyone could come to paint and to practice.


Late one night passing through the alley, I met a painter and I asked why he'd chosen to work at that hour. He told me he was a construction worker, and that for him painting was his healing therapy, so he found whatever time that was available. It was stories like this that continued to inspire the documentary.


The other realization I had working on the film was the amount of money cities spend to remove illegal graffiti, and wondered if ‘there were more free walls’ for painting, people might prefer to paint on a legal surface.



What challenges did you face in creating this documentary?



The first challenge was coordinating with the artists so that I could shoot them more than once. I’d leave them my contact information so I would know when they were painting again, but most of the time I would have to wait until I saw them in the alley again. Some days I would get a lot of great footage, and other days I’d just sit at Cafe Nero with my camera and tripod, waiting for some to show up and start painting.



The other challenge was after having collected enough footage, I moved on to the editing process, confident in my material, and the artists who were to be heavily featured in the film. At the last minute however, one of the artists changed his mind about his appearance in the film, even after having signed a release form. Eventually he agreed to allow me to use footage of him interacting with the other artists, but his refusal forced me to change the shape of my film.



Karl Stephan, a Somerville artist, was involved in this project. What was his role?




Many of the artists I interviewed lacked any formal art training, so as I edited the film I wanted to add Karl’s voice and perspective as a studio artist, as an educator with an MFA-- who also knew Modica Way and many of its artists personally. Karl was one of the first to photograph and document the alley, and curated two shows combining the work of both street and studio art, so his knowledge and experience was of great help.


The paintings-- the painters sprayed on the walls, were eventually covered up by other artists' works. How did they reconcile this after they put all that hard work into it?


What I learned from conversations with the artists is that they all have different reasons for painting there. Some are practicing their skills, others are creating a piece for their work portfolio, and some are just there to enjoy the creative process, happy to have a wall available to them instead of searching for another spot.


What are your goals when you made this documentary?


The goal of ‘City As Canvas’, I really want people to watch the film and learn about the legal walls in the community. The artist and the communities can appreciate each other. Encourage the creative enthusiastic to paint legally and without fear. Currently, the film has a series screening around the greater Boston area, which included the screening in various branches at Boston Public library, Simmons University, 2 life communities and Cambridge Public library. The film was supported in part by a ‘Expand Massachusetts Stories’ grant from Mass Humanities that made the screenings/workshops available..




What do you have planned for future work?


My next project is actually an extension of the ‘City As Canvas’ film in that it is focused more broadly on ‘public art.’ I very much hope that film will be seen both by Modica Way artists who can see themselves as part of the ‘public art community,’ and so communities can have a greater appreciation for the artists whose creativity improves the aesthetic quality of their neighborhood.