Shortly after we met, we had coffee and realized we were both being considered for positions at the same literary nonprofit, Gemini Ink. Since then, I've had the privilege of getting to know Alexandra as a co-worker (who organizes and hosts amazing public events [always with electricity] and classes in the area) as well as a friend, who is smart, funny, and generous beyond words.
Enough backstory about how I know Alexandra. I am eager to introduce both the woman and her work to you...
Hi, Alexandra! Thank you for taking the time to speak with me today. As you know, I love Kiss/Hierarchy. Many of the poems in this collection begin with a narrative easing-in: either an observation that piques the reader’s
interest or a direct appeal in epistolary form. The poems invite a reader to
glance over the shoulder as a letter is written, walk alongside the narrator as
a landscape is consumed, or hold the magnifying glass as persona is carefully
taken apart and put back together. Who or what is the audience you envision as
you write? Is audience only considered after a poem is complete?
Wow, what a rich question to contemplate! I guess you
could say that I try to write poems that invite the reader in, in different
ways, and sometimes that is a more narrative gesture (as you have so astutely
pointed out), and sometimes it can be the allure of the sounds of words or just
a single image that snags in my mind. For example, the title poem in the book,
“Kiss/Hierarchy,” actually was triggered by reading the dairies of Anaïs Nin
and coming upon a single statement that immediately made me want to respond to
it. Nin states, rather coyly, “There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses
or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t
work.” And this statement immediately made me want to challenge/explore the
idea of the appeal of kisses and to take on this division that Nin had set
up—between the imagination (and its role in our mental lives) and the role of
kisses (and the phenomenon that they are in our physical lives). It also became a sort of game for me to test
this dichotomy in our lives between the sensual and the intellectual. So, I
guess if I attempted to describe the audience I was writing for (something I do
not contemplate very much during the writing of my poems but do wonder about
once I’ve written a book and hope it sells!), I would say I’d love to lure in
those with an insatiable curiosity about the world around them, who take little
for granted about what makes up a daily “reality,” and who are intellectually generous
in how they absorb and entertain new ideas. That said, I do not have an
over-defined idea of my audience, and I wouldn’t want to over-restrict it in
any way. I think my poems tell me what they want and need to say (on a good
day!) and the audience for the work comes out of this process.
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Where were you when you wrote these poems? How long did
it take for them to come together?
I wrote all of the poems for this book when I was still
living in New York—the North Shore of Long Island, to be exact. I’ve only
recently moved to San Antonio, TX in the last year and a half. I take a long
time to compile a book of poems (I seem to write chapbooks, collections of
25-30 pages, much more quickly). My husband and I rented a little cottage on
the North Shore of Long Island because we were both teaching and working at
Stony Brook University at the time, which was nearby. I remember the summer for
2006 being especially fertile writing-wise. I had a span of 1-2 months to write
after a really intense semester of teaching, and I just recall hunkering down
in that little cottage, letting myself dwell on my first Long Island summer
(after having lived in Brooklyn, NY and slogging through some pretty hot and
humid urban summers) and reveling in the green around me, the flora and, even the
inch worm infestation that summer. All these inch worms were dangling from the
trees, little unravelling green bodies. They were a nuisance but I liked them!
And this was when I began to write poems more overtly triggered by the sound of
words—letting the music of the language become its own logic. This is why you
find poems in my newest collection, Kiss/Hierarchy,
that are titled things like: “Dear A—“ or “Dear S—“. They were epistle poems,
as you’ve pointed out, but epistles addressed to the sounds of letters and to
the associations and lyrical leaps that arose for me while allowing words
beginning with these sounds to lead the “narrative” in each poem. So it took me
10 years—2006 to 2016—to get the poems I started that summer published and
compiled as a full-length book. Of course, I actually wrote most of them by
2014. In that decade I also published two poetry chapbooks as stepping stones
to the full-length.
“The Electrician” stood out for me. It seemed the voice
in this poem was less exploratory initially, more about asserting a certain power
or position in the world. But by the end of the poem, I got the sense that the
familiar narrative style is there, behind the scenes, exploring the voice,
exploring the assertions. What inspired this particular poem?
I actually had an electrician visit our Long Island cottage
to fix some old light fixtures, and he was a rather contemplative
personality—not something I typically related to electricians (my fault for
having a somewhat limited view of this profession), and it made me ponder what
it must be like to be the one “fixing light” all day long and toying with electrical
wiring. I know the role of an electrician can be a tricky one (and dangerous),
but this guy had a sort of laconic air about it all and told me some stories
about crawling into tiny, intricate spaces to correct extra tricky electrical
problems, and suddenly this persona poem came about. I, of course, had fun
playing with the very focused point-of-view of this profession and came up with
images like: “I finger the wormy wires, un-cup/the fixtures and peer/at their
sex. I know what grows, / furtive as thought, in the porous/ walls of houses.” Each
profession has its own obsessions. I am contemplating writing a persona poem
about a dentist. Can you imagine staring into people’s mouths all day long—what
a perspective that would create?
As a fiction writer, one who stumble-writes the
occasional prose poem but has no real academic concept of form, all I know is
whether/how a poem affects me. I feel oddly lucky that I get to experience
poetry in this way, especially poetry like yours that builds and takes
unexpected turns.
Considering this, one commonality I noticed in your book is
that after the narrative lure, your poems coil in. I begin to feel the pressure
build as your increasingly textured words examine the nuance of life, the
moments inside moments (“the liquid bird/ inside that night”). The poetic
experience is visceral.
Thanks for such a beautifully-written, thoughtful
question, Jen. “Poems (that) coil in…”
hmmm I like that idea. I have never thought of my poems having
“swagger,” but I find it really interesting that you do! I think I did have to
work up to creating a certain crescendo or tension in my poems. Once again, a
lot of this has to do with me following the sounds of words. I think this freed
me up a bit at a point in my writing life when I was looking for new triggers
in my work and was moving away from the more straightforward narrative style I
had been writing in (a style I still love, but I was just looking for new ways
into my writing process). Because I leaned on sounds as the “spine” of my poem
rather than a more linear “plot,” I think it helped a certain energy occur that
might not have arisen otherwise. It also built surprise into my writing
process. I came up with words and images I may have never considered before
just because of riffing on a specific sound. I also learned the importance of
embracing a sense of play in one’s work. Not play in a frivolous sense, but a
sense of deep play, a willingness to let go of my writing process a bit to
allow the unexpected to enter into it or to write with a sense of playing with
sounds and the feel and texture of words and seeing where that led me. I do
believe in the “visceral” knowledge of language. That it has a breathing,
physical presence and power, and I’ve enjoyed leaning into that more lately.
It’s shown me the words know more than I do if I just trust in them and their
own internal logic. Does that make any sense? I hope so.
The cinematic nods
and strong location-based curiosities and appreciations of people and their
roles – and what is behind those roles – are recurring themes. What inspires
you about film, about our various roles in life and art? And why?
I have written a fair amount of ekphrastic poetry in my
life—poems inspired or somehow obliquely influenced by the visual arts—a
painting, photograph or sculpture, etc….
I see film as just visual art in motion, moving images literally. I have
learned so much from the world of cinema, how the mood, texture, and light of
film can create a whole other reality alongside our own. There is a long history
of writing about or through film, dating back to the surrealists like Apollinaire
and Max Jacob, who were writing in the early 20th century, when
film was just coming into being. The speed of the images in film and the new
juxtapositions of imagery and scenery it offered deeply impacted poets back
then and has continued to do so ever since, from the avant-garde French poets,
such as Pierre Reverdy and André Breton at the time of WWI, to American poets like
Frank O’Hara, writing in the 50s and 60s, to contemporary poets now. O’Hara was
keenly influenced by the world of film and often dropped cinematic references
into his work. His well-known poem “Ave Maria” published in 1964 (Lunch Poems) is an example of this. In this poem, O’Hara’s
reference to the soul “that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery images”
captures the otherworldly, dreamlike feel of the cinema, especially when
experienced in a theater. I think the world of movies has given me the
permission to write more dream-like work, or poems not limited to a linear
logic. In this way, watching film has freed me up as an artist, and I return to
it again and again for a certain permission to view “reality” from unexpected
angles and to let my work be drenched in an atmosphere or mood I find unusual
or intriguing.
What is your writing routine?
I wish I could say I have a well-honed routine, but I
have learned over the years what works for me and what does not and have come
to respect my need for certain parameters to be in place that allow me to write.
For example, I write better in the morning than at night (although I’ve learned
taking a little afternoon nap can give me a boost that allows me to write in
the evening as well). But I am not one
of those writers who finds their groove at 1am! I often let myself read first
before worrying about writing something myself. In other words, I know I need
to let myself gestate a bit before putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.
When I was living in Madrid in my late 20s and 30’s, I rented this apartment
with another apartment mate, and my bedroom literally looked onto the wall of
the opposing apartment (what the Spanish would call an “interior” view because
my window faced onto the inside courtyard of the building and not out onto the
street). However, I learned that all I needed was to brew a good cup of coffee,
and let myself stare out that window, meditating on the opposite white stone
all. Really do nothing at all for about 15 minutes or so, and trust my mind to
go where it needed to go. Then, I was ready to do some work. So I think I need
a certain quiet, the feeling that I don’t have five things scheduled for the
day I am trying to write within, and a feeling of permission to let my mind
play and wander. And, of course, a computer or journal nearby.
I’ve also gotten less fastidious over the years, and have learned
I need not have hours free to write but can compose something in less time and
that sometime I write fairly decently when stressed or feeling anxious. My idea
of the “perfect writing time” has loosened up. Life is short, and you just
can’t wait for things to be “perfect” to write! Sometimes you have to just take
a stab and see what happens.
What are you
working on now?
I am working on new pieces for a third book of poems.
Some of these poems are influenced by having moved to South Texas in the last
year and a half. The green, exotic flora of San Antonio intrigues me. I’ve
never lived in a place with palm trees, cactus, and grackles. I also continue
to be influenced by the world of the movies and by the textures and sounds of
words. And I just let reality be its own “movie” and am open to whatever images
or experiences I may encounter on a daily basis. I don’t like to over-pin down
what I am currently working on because often I don’t know until I am doing it!
I am also working on maintaining a blog in which I offer mini-reviews on poets
and writers I admire and post occasional musings on movies and the writing
process itself. I also love to write prose poems and am toying with writing a
collection of prose poems or prose vignettes. But mostly, I am writing poem by
poem and building my next manuscript.
Thank you so much for taking the time to chat with me, Alexandra!
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