Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poetic Lives Online

Happy Saturday everyone.

So Missouri Governor Jay Nixon wants a Poet Laureate for the state who doesn't have anything in his or her background that might embarrass him. I take it he doesn't know many poets.

Connecticut is looking for a Poet Laureate too. No word on embarrassment restrictions.

Did you miss the off-site MLA poetry reading? You can get an .mp3 of it here.

Catherine Halley reports from the Key West Literary Seminar, which is experiencing, I'm sad to say, the least Key-Westian weather in recent memory.

And my Twitter follow recommendation this week is the poet Gabrielle Calvocoressi, author of The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart and Apocalyptic Swing. I've been interviewing Gabrielle for The Rumpus and Twitter is a big part of it.

Brian Spears


Crossposted to The Rumpus

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Monday, December 28, 2009

Stealing Books

Via The Rumpus, Margo Rabb has a funny piece in the NY Times about book theft. As anyone with a wry sense of humor might expect, the Bible is the most-stolen book around, even in Christian book stores (where it might be the only thing worth reading).

These paragraphs near the end got me thinking a little, though, in large part because my own book is being published (fingers crossed) in 2010, and though I doubt there's going to be much of an issue with digital piracy--I can only hope that I'm in demand enough that people would want to steal it--I am interested in using the web as a marketing tool for my work.
Many publishers and authors fear that piracy, and the general transition from print to digital media, will cause irreparable harm to the book industry, as it has in the music world. The writer Sherman Alexie, who has refused to make his fiction available in digital form, agrees. “The open source culture is coming for us,” he told me, “and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

John Palfrey, a co-director of the Berkman Center for Internet and Society at Harvard University and the author of “Born Digital,” is more optimistic. “The way young people enjoy music is very different from the way they enjoy books, and I don’t think that we’ll see the same pattern of piracy emerge that we’ve seen in the music industry — at least not in the near future,” he said.
There's little doubt in my mind that the transition will force the publishing industry to evolve, and that the companies which currently dominate the landscape will mostly fail to do so. The companies will survive in some form or another, but they'll be the IBM's of a generation ago--once-powerful, now an afterthought.

Palfrey is correct--for now--that the way young people (and middle-agers too, for the record) access music is different from the way they enjoy books, but that's going to change, and I think the switchover will come when e-book readers become textbooks for schoolchildren. Adult readers stick to books now because that's what we're comfortable with. Read the arguments against e-books and one place they always hit is the tactile sensation of turning pages, of the smell of the paper and ink, the must of age in the cover. You lose all that with an e-book, absolutely. But if you've never really had it? If your first book was a child-proof Kindle or Nook or Tablet? Then a paper book will be a curiosity, but it won't evoke the same emotional attachment it does for us.

And once that's the expected way of accessing books, then piracy will grow quickly. We have a generation of people who are adults now who may have never accessed music other than via a computer, and we're getting that way with movies. The DVD has a top end life span, I'd wager, of ten years, even with the introduction of HD versions. Streaming delivery is the model of the future. So why not with books?

That's why I'm interested in making my book available in digital format, even if I never sell a copy that way. I'd like it to be open-source, though my publisher will no doubt have objections to that--but whatever agreement we come to, I want it to be available on as many readers as possible (so no Amazon-proprietary format no matter what happens). For the current generation of young people, and the ones that follow them, if it's not online, it doesn't exist. Writers have to acknowledge that--Sherman Alexie is right when he says open-source is coming for all of us, and that we can't stop it. The question is how we engage with it.

One thing publishers need to do in order to survive this evolutionary moment is do a better job of selling the costs of publishing. The music industry failed badly in this respect because it allowed the frame of "a blank CD costs pennies; why does a music CD cost 17 bucks?" to become the focus of the debate. The fact that the record companies exploit new artists horribly and that they were raking in billions of dollars while churning out some of the least interesting music ever didn't help much, but where they really failed was in making the case that producing songs is expensive, even if you don't see it in the end product.

Publishers need to make the same case. Right now, the argument goes that a digital download costs next to nothing compared to a printed book--therefore, a digital download ought to cost next to nothing. And for some books, namely, those in the public domain, I agree completely. But making books--and I'm not taking about the physical making here; I'm talking about the writing and editing and formatting and selling of books--is expensive. But most readers don't get that, because the costs are hidden, and because they haven't actually tried to do it themselves, they have no idea how hard a job it is. I've never done a job as tedious as copy-editing, and I worked in a grocery warehouse pulling cases for 3 years.

Publishers have to pay people to do these jobs, and those of us in the industry would like to earn a living wage doing it. And in order to do that, publishers have to set a price point for electronic books that's higher than the average person might expect. Amazon hasn't helped matters with its Wal-Mart-esque bullying of publishers, but in the end, it's publishers who control the content, and right now, the market is malleable enough that they can still exert some control if they're willing to fight for it. And one of the ways they can do that is by making the case that there's value in the book itself, regardless of the format. Don't ask me how--I'm not a marketer. I don't even expect to make more than beer money off this book. But I know this is where we're heading, and if publishers want to thrive, they'll have to find a way to convince people to buy their books.

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Poetic Lives Online

Hi everyone. I sort of took today off along with everyone else here at The Rumpus, but there was a lot of good stuff in the po-world this week and I wanted to pass it along.

For starters, Memorious launched their blog today, and their first official post is "what books we're looking forward to in 2010," which is a wonderful change from all the retrospective lists that pop up this time of year. Forward looking--I like that.

Speaking of forward looking, Identity Theory wonders about the purpose of literary journals in the internet era, especially those who are usign the web in a merely perfunctory way.

The Poetry Foundation is doing a retrospective of sorts, though it's more about how poetry has changed over the last ten years. I personally found the responses by Annie Finch, Rigoberto Gonzáles and Camille Dungy to be the most on point and interesting, but they're all worth reading.

Finally, this week's Twitter follow recommendation. Two of the biggest daily poetry websites out there are Poetry Daily and Verse Daily, but I tend to only remember to look at the former on a regular basis. Why? Because Poetry Daily has a Twitter feed, and they update regularly, without being obnoxious about it. What do you say, Verse Daily? Will you get on the Twitter Train? (If they already are, someone send me a link, because I'd love to follow them.)

Brian Spears

Crossposted at The Rumpus

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

Vogon Poetry

I dare say I'm not the only iPhone owner who's also a fan of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy--the book, not the film. Smartphones in general seem to be turning into the technology Douglas Adams envisioned all those years ago, and while they may not (yet) provide you with an introduction to Eccentrica Gallumbits of Eroticon Six, they can provide something infinitely more bothersome. Vogon Poetry.

I dropped the three bucks for this app last night, mainly because I saw it and figured, "eh, three bucks." That's a coffee in a lot of places. And it gave me this in return.

Eternity, spark, and morass — the code of the oracle:
To ruefully plummet, or at least salivate enormously with SUGARS,
Don’t suppress my lagoon!
Don’t get my leviathan dreamed of!

The tyrant’s asteroids are hard,
And mucus is like the yellow liquor;
The mainsheets are become ascended, the vow is impersonated by a pickings:
May’st it yet theorize the cold eye-patch.

RABBITS are brawny, hooks are red.
On either delight the pillar breaks cleverly;
monastic pilots of field and of spatter
That endures the cutter and maroons the scallywag;
And through the narwhal the sailor goes by
To ruefully-gaff rigginged document;

Ostensibly and wickedly went the treasure,
risible galaxies and depressed ropes for to pull,
fomenting me with me a most pink captain, well!
Hard, sane mirage!!! That’s what a liquid’s life is about! Phooey!

And haltingly and surreptitiously the driftwood ambled.
Pull where the destructors keelhaul
Round a donation there externally,
The mongrel of faith.

Or that the limes, the supernovae of old
Could but follow their cuttlefishes;
And peculiar in the drunk-CONSTRUCTED cuttlefish
They remain as they were, breathtaking and sadistic.


The app gives you eight different modes to choose from, and promises no two poems will ever be the same. They could be lying, I guess--after all, who could read enough Vogon poetry to challenge the claim?

Crossposted to The Rumpus

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Saturday, June 6, 2009

On Poetry Reviews

I like Don Share's take on the issue of poetry reviews mostly because he doesn't try to stake out a "my way is the only way to look at this" position. That appeals to me populist side.
I’m not advocating weeding out the bad from the good in poetry or in anything else; my good is your bad, and vice versa. But one has to know the physiology nonetheless. That’s my point, and in fact I’ve argued elsewhere for the great and enduring value of very bad poetry (which I read in enormous quantities). But I think there’s much to assent to in Joel’s remarks, particularly with regard to “civil society,” which does seem to be vanishing (like sherry-drinking and dressing gowns)… assuming it ever existed, that is.
As I've written here before, I try to stay away from "good" and "bad" when it comes to poetry. I talk more about what I like and what I dislike, what moves me and what doesn't, what I'm able to communicate with and what I feel sealed off from, but I don't like making value judgments about poetry in general because tastes vary, and what I find cold and hermetic may seem vibrant and inclusive to another reader.

When it comes to reviews, I approach the matter from two very different perspectives. When I'm writing a review, I stick with stuff I appreciate. I'm one of those people who will pass on doing a review before writing a negative one. I understand the criticism of taking such a stand, and I'll take the hit, I guess, but I'm not willing to hit another poet for doing something with language that doesn't appeal to me. I'd rather spend my time and effort pointing out poets who are doing stuff I find interesting, who appeal to my aesthetic, who I can communicate with in new and interesting ways. I'm just not a basher when it comes to artistic matters--the number of people who read poetry is already small enough without turning more people off by being dicks to each other.

As Poetry Editor of The Rumpus, though, I have a different approach. For starters, I'm willing to talk to anyone who wants to write a review for me. I won't promise publication, but I'll definitely take a look at your style and see if it fits our mode. If you look at the poetry reviews we've published over the last few months, you'll find that they're largely positive, and even the ones that are less so point out something positive in the writing. I haven't published a completely negative review (though I haven't really been faced with the possibility yet), but I'm not completely opposed to doing it, as long as I feel the review approaches the work honestly and as long as I don't think the reviewer is looking to settle an old score or make it a hate letter. That's a fine line, and I'm sure that at some point I'll publish a review that does just that, and then I'll feel the need to apologize for it. That's the editor's life, though, unless you're only going to publish love letters.

The big challenge for me so far has been making sure that my reviews reflect the diversity of voices in the poetry world, and while I've been trying, I won't say that I've succeeded. I'd like to have more women reviewing for me, as well as people of color, and I'd love to have more books by women and people of color reviewed here. That challenge has made me reach out to communities I'd neglected to in recent years, much to my own loss, and I've really enjoyed both the poets I've discovered and the communication I've had with them as a result.

I'm also trying to get reviews of and by people whose aesthetic I don't share, because the last thing I want The Rumpus to be known for is a single, limited set of voices. I'd love to publish advocates for poetry I don't get, because I'd like to get what they're doing, and I work from the assumption that the problem is mine, and not the poet's.

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Rumpus Interview with Mary Rosenberg

Amy and I have written about the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg prizes here in the past--they're very generous prizes that started up five years ago and are having a tremendous impact on the world of poetry simply because of the amounts of money involved. The Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Memorial Fund has given out upwards of $650K in the last five years, and for poets, that's a big deal, since most of us are fairly broke most of the time.

Earlier this year during some other correspondence with Mary Rosenberg, who manages the contest, I asked her for an interview for The Rumpus, and the result is here. I found her to be generous and thoughtful--just the kind of person I want running a contest I'm entered in. She's the kind of person who looks for reasons to like a poem as opposed to dismiss it, and maybe that has something to do with the fact that she's not really interested in creating a legacy for herself in the poetry business. At the end of our interview, she wrote (because we did this via email) "Encouragement is what it’s all about on my side: faith and persistence on theirs [contest entrants]." Even if I hadn't done the interview, I'd recommend the interview.

Crossposted from Incertus

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Monday, February 23, 2009

Review at Rattle

Back in the old times, before I was the poetry editor at The Rumpus (what do you mean it's only been a month?), I wrote a review of Carole Simmons Oles' book Waking Stone for Rattle Magazine. Here's a taste:
Waking Stone by Carole Simmons Oles, published by the University of Arkansas Press, doesn’t have any titles quite as detailed as Whitehead’s, but the spirit is the same. Oles’ book is largely an examination of the life of the 19th century sculptor Harriet Hosmer. Most of the poems are written in Hosmer’s voice and focus on the challenges Hosmer faced as a woman in a male-dominated field. She pulls from Hosmer’s letters and other sources to produce a solid, sturdy book of poems.
Go read the rest...

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Happy Belated Birthday, Mr. Stegner

Timothy Egan notes in the NY Times that yesterday was Wallace Stegner's 100th birthday. I must confess that I learned more about Stegner in that column than I did in the two years I held a fellowship he helped found and which carried his name, so let me make up for it by thanking his memory here.

I owe a tremendous debt to Wallace Stegner and his fellowship. Without it, I'd probably never have lived in San Francisco, and it's doubtful I'd have the job I currently hold. I never would have met the people I met out there, which means my life would be much less rich than it is. And I'm not just talking about the writers--I'd probably never have worked at Anchor Brewing, met Fritz Maytag and Chris Solomon, and all the rest. I'd never have discovered the beauty in Old Potrero rye whiskey, or seen the sun come up over the Bay, walked the Golden Gate Bridge in both sun and fog, seen Barry Bonds hit his 700th home run, watched antique smut at the Red Vic theater in the Haight. I'd never have played in a real band, even if I was only the backup rhythm guitarist.

But then there were the writers--teachers like W. S. DiPiero and Ken Fields and Eavan Boland. I met Thom Gunn not long before he died, and saw why people like to see Billy Collins read, even if they aren't wild about his poetry. And my peers--poets with whom I'm still in contact both personally and through their work, people I respect and admire and care for on a personal level.

I'd never have been on C-SPAN's BookTV, and by extension, wouldn't now be poetry editor of The Rumpus, since Stephen Elliott is responsible for both those things, and I met him through the Stegner Fellowship.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I owe a huge chunk of my present life to Wallace Stegner, and I've been remiss in not reading his work. I'm going to rectify that, starting today. Happy Birthday, Mr. Stegner.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Rumpus Time

My review of Dan Albergotti's The Boatloads just went up at The Rumpus. Here's a taste:
I have a special place in my heart for literature that juxtaposes the sacred and profane, that challenges perhaps the most successful meme ever to spring from the human brain: the belief that God is unwaveringly good.

That’s the matter at the heart of Dan Albergotti’s first collection of poems, The Boatloads, winner of the 2007 A. Poulin Jr. Poetry Prize. The one constant in The Boatloads is doubt—doubt about God’s benevolence, about His existence, about the speaker’s worthiness of the blessings he has received—and in a world where certainty is fleeting, doubt plays an increasingly pivotal role.
More here.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

New Piece up at The Rumpus

I've had my ass handed to me so many times when I write about poetry that I'm a little gun-shy, but for some unknown reason, I've written a piece about Elizabeth Alexander's "Praise Song for the Day" over at The Rumpus. Here's a taste.

As a poet, I appreciate the gesture made toward the arts when the President-elect asks a poet to present a work at his or her inauguration. I’m as big a dork for it as there is—it’s rare that the art form I’ve chosen to work almost exclusively in gets that kind of exposure.

But I’m starting to think that it’s just not working, that maybe the limited history of the Inaugural Poem is enough to tell us to quit while we’re… well, if not ahead, at least not too far behind. Read the rest...

Crossposted at Incertus

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Monday, January 12, 2009

Poetic Lives Online: Random Poetry Links

The following is a new feature I'll be doing every week for The Rumpus. I'll be cross-posting them here in the hopes that I might actually do some po-blogging of my own, instead of focusing so much on Incertus. Thanks to Stephen Elliott for giving me the shot.

With the inauguration of Barack Obama swiftly approaching (though not swiftly enough for some), the return of an inaugural poet/poem has gotten some play. Josh Corey has a "Poem for the Inaugural Poem and Marianne Amoss provides some background on just what Poets Laureate do, aside from the occasional poem. And sticking with the world of politics and literature, I'll be chewing over these remarks from Marjorie Perloff at the recent MLA on the importance of close reading for a while.

I want Meg Hamill's book, Death Notices, based on nothing more than this review. You'll have to scroll down for it.

Susan Schultz has some interesting musings on looking at a book of poetry as an artifact, especially in the classroom, and Able Muse has a wide-ranging interview with poet/translator Geoffrey Brock, which covers the intersections between translation and poetry, the difficulties of political poems, and the emergence of a new poetics--Post-Newism.

And finally, Linebreak is almost a year old, which means it's about time they reject some more of my poems. There are some good poems in their archive.

If you have any suggestions for inclusion in this column, which will appear (roughly) once a week, share them with me at briankspears-at-gmail-dot-com.

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