Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Poetry of Maine...Magazine

A couple years ago, a little bird told me a new magazine was starting up in my town of Portland, Maine, and that its focus would be the arts and distinctive culture of the state. I thought, "Perfect—they'll certainly have plenty to fill their pages." Then I thought, "I hope they include poetry; Maine has a huge tradition of poetry."

At the time, I was revisiting Robert Lowell's Life Studies and For the Union Dead, as I do every few yearsI know many great poets were born and lived in Maine, such as Edna St. Vincent Millay, Louise Bogan and, of course, Longfellow, but for some reason Lowell is the one I connect to Maine the most— although he only lived here, in Damariscotta Mills, for a short time during the 1940s. Here's the opening stanzas from "Water,"one of my favorite poems from Life Studies:

It was a Maine lobster town—
each morning boatloads of hands
pushed off for granite
quarries on the islands,

and left dozens of bleak
white frame houses stuck
like oyster shells
on a hill of rock,

and below us, the sea lapped
the raw little match-stick
mazes of a weir,
where the fish for bait were trapped.

When Lowell writes about Maine, he does it in a manner that speaks to what I appreciate most about this state, especially the landscape. Maine is a place where it's easy to be a poet because it's easy to be solitary. Along the coast, in the mountains, or walking the brick streets of Portland or Bangor, you can disappear and be comfortably alone. Especially when the fog rolls in and the salt water's deposited as a fine, chilly lace in your hair and on your windbreaker. Usually in early August this occurs. It can be a severe, introspective and melancholy place. Perfect for artists and poets who need to sit alone in stillness while their imaginations roil and conjure and quake.

So I sent the publisher a letter with my suggestion they include poetry, and my proposal to serve as editor. I was pleased when Susan Grisanti and Peter Smith invited me into the magazine's office to discuss my idea in more detail. I brought some Lowell to read. I shared my thoughts. It's easy for me to express my enthusiasm for poetry. I could talk for hour about it. They loved the idea and were on board. Poems don't have to be about Maine, we determined, but the poet must have some connection to Maine. I knew personally a few poets I could tap to publish. Betsy Sholl,  our state's poet laureate, Ira Sadoff and Alison Deming, to name a few.

One nice and unexpected touch is the illustration that accompanies the poem. I'll admit, I was skeptical at first, but the staff does a wonderful job finding Maine illustrators to interpret the poems. We've also been including a brief statement by the poet—what inspired the poem or what inspires them to write, in general? This was an idea I borrowed in part from a couple of my favorite anthologies—Naked Poetry and The New Naked Poetry—edited by Stephen Berg and Robert Mezey back in the 1970s. At the end of each poet's selection of poetry, he or she wrote a personal "statement" or definition of poetry.

A year and a half into it, and the poetry page in Maine magazine has been very well received. But that's easy, since overall it's a classy, quality publication—beautifully designed and engagingly written. The photography, too, captures the natural beauty of the landscape, the mood of the seasons and the interesting personalities who inhabit our cities and towns. When people learn I'm the poetry editor for Maine magazine, they'll gush about it. "Hey, thanks," I'll say, "but my part's tiny. I'll pass your praise on to the folks who do the work."

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Music & Poetry (Part 2) "All I Want"


What came first, the emotional effect of Joni Mitchell’s song “All I Want” or the innate melancholy that was awakened in me and focused by the song—both by its textured lyrics and haunting chords?

All I know is, the song has so much in it—structurally and elementally—that defines poetry for me. And much of these structures and elements continue to be expressed in the poetry I write. (“Part of you pours out of me in these lines time to time.” –from “A Case of You.”) More so in fact than many of the poets I read. And while it might be on one level a bit of a corny love song, there's a lot more going on below, that not only expresses Joni's emotional life, but also provides a prescience to her music to come. 

Let me deconstruct the song a bit and I will explain.

The opening lines speak directly to the archetypal search for meaning so many people feel, especially young people in their teens and 20s. This is when you begin asking the big questions of “Who am I” and “What’s the point?” This is a recurring theme in so many of Joni’s songs. And she’s not afraid to explore throughout her catalog her doubts about happiness and peace, that they don’t come from material things, social status or relationships. In my younger days I often felt a sense of separateness and isolation as I sought my purpose. I wrote about it a lot—thought not as eloquently as Joni. It’s a theme I continue to write about and refine.

This song has been a part of me for years. It’s defined me. Blue is one of a half dozen albums I can sing word for word from beginning to end. I love the devices of repetition in “All I Want:” “traveling, traveling, traveling,” and “oh I hate you some, I hate you some,” and “do you want, do you want, do you want” or “do you see, do you see, do you see.” The musicality of her lyrics is just as compelling as her musical composition. The end rhymes and internal rhymes add texture and depth, they are memorable and sticky.

Finally, I believe also there is an elegiac quality in the tone of this song. It’s a love song written by a hopeless romantic. A lost love song. It’s emotionally wrought with despair and longing, but laced with a glimmer of hope. It captures beautifully the tangle of love and hate.

Even though this song was written so many years ago, it is still relevant to me now. Every time I listen to it, it conjures and roils the emotional content of my life, my heart, within the vessel of this body. It gives speech, language, meaning to those roiling emotions. Or at least tells me that it is possible to articulate, to sing, that emotional content of life.

Here are the lyrics in their entirety. If you haven’t heard the song in awhile or at all, I suggest you find a few minutes of solitude, a dark room, and give it a spin. See what it conjures for you.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free