Archive for December, 2010

December 31, 2010

Hello, 2011!

I am a goal setter, I always have been. I think that’s why I enjoy this time of year so much. I love to look ahead and make ambitious goals about what I could possibly accomplish. The funny part is that I almost always accomplish something different than I set out to in a given year. Often times, what I do accomplish is so much better than what I originally laid out for myself.

This year, I am having a hard time settling on goals. That almost never happens to me. But here we are at December 31 and I have to make a decision. Since I know that my life will take a circuitous path this year, as it does every year, I am going to set “good enough” goals rather than perfect goals. I am letting go a little bit on this year.

Before I set my goals, I had to decide what my One Little Word for 2011 would be. In the past two years, I’ve used “essential” and “resource.” When thinking about it this year, I realized that I have yet to choose a verb. So I intentionally limited myself to verbs this year, because I think that I should have a year of doing. I waffled over a few words this year, (both hustle and connect were contenders) but eventually landed on one.

My One Little Word for 2011 is Create.  

c letter R E letter A letter T Block Lowercase Letter e

The definitions I am focusing on for create are highlighted below:

–verb (used with object)

1. to cause to come into being, as something unique that would not naturally evolve or that is not made by ordinary processes.
2. to evolve from one’s own thought or imagination, as a work of art or an invention.
5. to be the cause or occasion of; give rise to
6. to cause to happen; bring about; arrange, as by intention or design

–verb (used without object)
7. to do something creative or constructive.

I can’t be the only person using the word “Create” this year. In a sea of arty and writerly bloggers who participate in One Little Word, I will probably be one of a large handful of people using this word. And I’m okay with that. Because even though it seems obvious, I think that I need to focus on a few basics in the upcoming year. I think I need to focus on the fact that I am a writer who needs to write. I need to produce writing of substance. I need to create opportunities, for myself and for my now published book. I also need to give rise to new things in my life. (I think that may be my favorite of the definitions.) So, I am going to create this year.

How does this break down to my New Year’s Goals. Typically, I’ve been choosing three small goals each year. They help me to focus on what I think is truly important. I can remember three goals, even memorize them. This year, I am going to have three goals and a bonus goal, because I want to focus on specific achievements in my creative life and my personal life.

Goal #1: Create something every day.
It can be a piece of writing, a photograph, or a collage, my traditional means of expression. It can be a part of something: a metaphor, a couplet, a rough draft. Or it can be an opportunity or connection that I hadn’t created before. I will track my progress using the #onecreativeact hashtag I used last year.

Goal #2: Create connections between potential readers of Blameless Mouth and my book.
Ideally, this means for me readings and retail venues for my book, once the global distribution gets approved by Lulu. But I would also like to think out of the box on this one. How else can I create connections between readers and my book? I am looking forward to how this unfolds.

Goal #3: Create a draft of a book length manuscript.
I started and finished a chapbook manuscript last year, but I feel that it’s underdeveloped. Instead, I would like to flesh out this manuscript more, so that I can more clearly demonstrate the connections between the two subjects I was exploring in the work.

Bonus Goal: Add 5 new fruits or vegetables to my diet.
As I have mentioned here before, I am a recovering picky eater. I have made lots of strides in my eating habits, because I now choose healthier foods on a regular basis. Still, there are some foods that I am afraid of, like a three year old. I would like to give up those fears and try them again. At first, I thought I was going to designate which foods I would like to add. Instead, I am going to open myself to whatever foods I feel like trying. Hopefully, I will find 5 that I like, that I didn’t like before, by the end of next year.

So, those are my goals. I hope that you have fun setting your own goals for the year. Personally, I can’t wait to see how I surprise myself by what I end up accomplishing.

December 30, 2010

Goodbye 2010!

For the past few weeks, I’ve been reading and re-reading last year’s New Year’s Goal post. It doesn’t sound like me. At least, it doesn’t sound like the me that I’ve become this year.

At the end of last year, I was in a much different place in my life. I had all but given up on my writing. I thought that if I could just surrender and focus solely on my education career, on the job that pays my bills, that I would be happier. Of course, I would still write, but I would simply engage in the process of writing and ignore the product. When I read last year’s post, I don’t hear happiness. I hear defeat. It’s hard for me to read.

So what exactly happened? How did I get from that place to where I am now? A few things are responsible for this shift in my life:

1) Year of Resources – My One Little Word last year was “Resource”. I wanted to focus on how I spend my time, energy and money.

  • Time should be spent on my creative work.
  • Creative energy should be spent on my creative work.
  • Money should be spent on local, ethical, sustainable businesses and artists.

These three guidelines helped me to evaluate whether or not I was spending what I little I have wisely. It also led me to discover new ways to think of my writing career.

2) Supporting Artists – Due to my stated goal for managing my money resource, I went out of my way this year to support independent artists. In my own community, I went to zine shows and indie comics conventions. I attended to Fringe Festival plays. I bought items off of Etsy and books off of Lulu. I became a participant in the commerce of independent artists.

After a short while, I realized that these artists were not that much different from me. They work day jobs and they manage artistic lives. What’s more, they are ballsy enough to ask for money for their work And people like me pay them.

3) 5:00 AM & 750 Words – Around September, I realized that there was something still missing from my life. I still wasn’t creating. I couldn’t figure out how to fit my creative work into my day, because I came home from work so exhausted. I couldn’t fathom writing, because I could barely lift a finger. So, instead, I looked at the other end of my day and thought, what about here? I began getting up at 5:00 AM and writing 750 words every day using the excellent 750 Words site. After my words, I had time to do other creative work. I began revising Blameless Mouth for the last time and finally, I was ready to publish.

If you had told me at this time last year that I would have published my book in 2010, I would have thought you were crazy. I had surrendered that dream. Because I focused on my internal resources, because I found models in other independent artists, and because I surrendered to waking up earlier to achieve my goals, I have accomplished more than I ever thought I would. I’m hoping that 2011 turns out even better.

December 29, 2010

Mini-Poems Need Mini-Journals

In anticipation of January’s A River of Stones International Small Stones Writing Month, I made a mini-journal to carry around.

I used one of those tiny marble covered Mead composition books as my base. It’s lined, which I don’t normally like, but I think it will do. I added some wintry looking paper scraps that I had lying about, along with a title using my stamp kit. Finally, I insta-laminated it, using clear packing tape. All in all, my journal took about 10 minutes to make.

Now that I have a journal ready, the project feels real. I know it will feel more real as I start to actually write the small stones each day. But I feel one step closer, now that I have a space for them to live and breathe.

You’ll notice that I labeled this journal “January Small Stones.” I’m hoping that if I like this form, I can continue the project throughout the year. Each month, I’ll make a new itty bitty journal and capture my small stones there. Although, having written exactly zero small stones in my life, this kind of planning is a little premature. I always feel ambitious this time of year.

If you’re interested in playing along with International Small Stones Writing Month, I hope that you’ll click the badge below and sign up.

December 27, 2010

Blameless Mouth Poem: Hunger

Hunger

The mouth with thin dry lips, white slips
of skin peeling off.
The mouth with cracked corners.
The mouth that laughed too long, in that too
silent room.
The mouth that yawns wide,
a deep black hole.
The mouth that hates silence. Asks
too many simple questions.
The mouth that craves sweets at midnight, wakes
to raid the refrigerator.
Empty mouth.
The mouth that bites the tender pink inside
of her own left cheek.  Sensuous mouth
that wears red lipstick, licks it off
before the night is done.
Mouth that begs
for dark chocolate, Merlot, and melted Brie.
Everything rich, warm, and completely forbidden.
The mouth I always feared
was too big.
The mouth I made too small.
The mouth I dreamed of rubbing off my face.
The stubborn mouth who never leaves.
That permanent, indelible pink stain.
Insatiable mouth that always asks for more.
The mouth that is hard
to keep open.
Mouth impossible to close.
The mouth that conspires, with me,
to keep us both alive.
Blameless mouth, who only lives
to chew, swallow, breathe.

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As you can tell from the last two lines, this poem is where the title of my book comes from. Originally, I was going to entitle it “Learning to Love the Taste of Apples,” after the title of one of my Eve poems. It was one of the first poems I wrote for the book and I loved the cadence. But, there was something missing. It was intellectual, distant, and not nearly visceral enough.

After reading this poem, one of my thesis advisors encouraged me to rethink the title and to focus on “Blameless Mouth” as a title. I am so glad that she recommended this, because the new title guided me to much deeper poems on hunger and shame that I never would have written otherwise.

This poem has a companion poem in the book, called “Hunger, Revised”. I started to think of this poem as the statement for what this book was about. However, as my writing progressed and I started to see movement in this book, from hunger to satiety, I wanted to revise it. Thus, “Hunger, Revised” serves as the last poem in the book. I’ll post this poem at the end of my virtual reading.

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December 26, 2010

Shows, Buff-ays, and Surk Dee So-lays!*

I love Las Vegas, perhaps more than I should. It’s nothing more than a Disneyland for adults, complete with booze, food, and our own flashy arcade games. It’s overpriced and crowded. I can’t spend more than five days there without feeling a layer of cigarette ash and gin oozing from my pores. Still, I love it there.

I’ve been visiting Las Vegas since I was about twelve. Growing up in Los Angeles, Vegas was always just a quick car trip away. I still remember those drives through the desert: the stops in Barstow for In-N-Out Burgers, the glimpse at the tallest thermometer in the world. But the drive wasn’t as magical as the actual visit. While my dad would gamble at various casinos, I would walk up and down the Strip, ducking into the cheesiest tourist traps I could find. I bought tasteless shot glasses before I could drink and packs of cards from casinos I couldn’t visit.

I would even sneak through the casinos, hoping I wouldn’t get caught. I loved to lurk behind the players, watch their blackjack hands unfold, while I counted to myself. My favorite, though, was the craps table.  The game was a mystery I could never solve. The players would throw down their chips, yelling “yo” and “come” and “eight the hard way” and I watched the dealers stack the chips neatly on the green felt squares. I would often hold my breath at the throw of the dice, watching them tumble and land, as the players cheered and swore. I still don’t understand the game.

When Aaron and I visited Vegas last week, I spent most of my time watching other people. I watched the gamblers at their tables, the tourists tramping the Strip, and the locals working the crowds. On this trip, I paid special attention to the people we aren’t supposed to see. There were more homeless people than I remember before, holding cardboard signs asking for mercy, for change, or for a drink. A man we met in the elevator at the newest casino, Cosmopolitan, said, “They spend billions of dollars building a new casino, but we can’t solve world hunger.” His teeth were whittled down to points, black from tobacco. I watched the cocktail waitresses, in their various uncomfortable uniforms, hoist drinks above their heads and tuck singles into their tip cups. I watched the dealers, as they motioned to their pit bosses for more change, for cutting players off alcohol, for their cigarette breaks. I watched the mostly immigrant workers, handing out flyers for strip clubs and escort services, snapping the flyers with their fingertips, just to grab the tourists’ attention. At night, they sounded like crickets, as we walked past them.

Now that I live in the Midwest, I can only visit every few years. I’m always astounded at the changes. This time, it was the new City Center, with flagship designer stores and generically luxurious hotels. Before that, it was the Wynn and Trump. Before that, it was the Venetian, I think.

I miss the Vegas that I hold in my memory, the vaguely seedy desert town. I miss the stores that sold a dozen donuts for 12 cents, just so you plugged a few quarters in their slot machines while waiting for your order. I miss the casinos I wasn’t supposed to walk through, because they felt like a foreign country. Now, they feel ordinary. I miss having all that waste (the spent electricity, the water for fountains, the gallons of alcohol) so close to me, just a quick decision away. I can never hop into my car, drive through the night, and end up there, with everyone else. I can only visit for a week, and lay the current version of Vegas, above all of my other versions, like a multiple exposure. I can only align the edges and look for the places they overlap.

* The title of this post comes from a line I overheard from a ticket hawker on the Strip.

December 20, 2010

(No Longer) Advanced Praise for Blameless Mouth

When I was readying Blameless Mouth for publication, I was absorbing a lot of advice from other writers and publishers about how to market a book well. This is not something they teach you in creative writing graduate programs, nor is it a skill that is developed in a writing practice. In fact, I would argue that marketing a book runs counter-intuitively to many writers. So I was grateful for all of the expertise out there, in fellow self-publishers and traditional publishers.

One of the recommendations I heard was to gather blurbs for the book, to put on the back cover and use in promotional material. It’s a lovely idea, because it prepares readers for what to expect in your book and gives a different perspective for your material. The only problem is that this requires asking others for help. Personally, I am rotten at asking for help, as a writer and a human being. Frankly, it took me a while to screw up the courage to ask for help in the form of blurbs. As I mentioned here before, I was only able to do so once I realized that I was asking for help on behalf of the manuscript. Somehow, that made it easier.

Of course, the people who I asked were exceedingly generous and they provided some lovely feedback about my work. I thought it would be interesting to share these blurbs and tell a bit more about how I know each of these writers’ work.

The first blurb comes from Jeannine Hall Gailey. She wrote:

“Using retellings of the familiar stories – Grimm’s fairy tales, Adam and Eve – Fox-Wilson investigates the female body, its appetites and injuries, the relations between fathers and daughters and between a woman and her own image. Obsessed with violence and its repercussions, these poems imagine an alternate creation myth in which a woman struggles to take control of her own destiny.”

I became familiar with Jeannine’s work several years ago, through mutual online acquaintances. I had written a poem for Poetry Thursday about Wonder Woman shopping at a Wal-Mart. In the comments, Jim Brock had mentioned that this poem reminded him of Jeannine’s work and he recommended that I buy her book, Becoming the Villainess. I read it and fell in love with her work. I felt like I found someone who is engaging in a similar project, in lifting up our cultural stories and telling them from the woman’s point of view. Pretty soon, I was reading Jeanine’s blog and we became online friendly. Once I needed a blurb, I knew that she would be an excellent reader of my work. I am so grateful for these types of online relationships where virtual strangers are supportive of my work, simply because we have common creative callings.

The second blurb comes from Darci Schummer, a local fiction writer and poet. She wrote:

“Jessica Fox-Wilson’s poetry casts seasons of light on what it means to be human.  She elevates plain spoken story to elegance, seamlessly weaving narratives to create a lovely kaleidoscopic image.”

Darci is an incredibly talented short story writer and I am honored to call her a friend and writing buddy. I became friends with Darci through my husband, Aaron, as he and Darci took graduate classes together at Hamline. A little over a year ago, Aaron decided to form a writer’s group for us, because we were both finding it difficult to fit writing into our lives. Darci has been a consistent member of that group and her support of my writing has pushed me to become a better writer.

Finally, the last blurb comes from my thesis advisor, Deborah Keenan, who wrote:

“Jessica Fox-Wilson has written a ferocious, elegant, tough-minded collection of poems.  Her exploration of what it means to be hungry, of what the culture asks of its girls and women, compels the reader’s attention and a kind of allegiance with the fierce voice of the narrator.  Braiding myths, tales, and sacred texts with her own compelling present-time narratives, we travel with a poet unafraid to speak truth to power, wherever that power resides, however evident or hidden.  In the poem where she explores the definition of the word, lacuna, the poet gives us this definition: an empty space, a missing portion, in something which is otherwise continuous.  I think of the deep and continuous traditions of poetry, and I think Jessica Fox-Wilson has filled an empty space, a missing portion, with her exceptional, beautifully crafted poems.  Buy this book. Consider it food, a full portion which will leave you satisfied and inspired by her gifts as poet.”

Deborah is the author of many books, most recently Willow Room, Green Door. She is also, quite possibly, the most generous teacher I have ever had. While I was in graduate school, Deborah spent an inordinate amount of time reading and commenting on my poems, pushing me to make them better. She never imposed her own aesthetic on my work. Instead, she encouraged me to develop my own and remain true to my vision. After graduate school, she’s remained in touch with me and always asks about my writing. Considering the sheer number of students that she works with, I am always in awe of her generosity and kindness.

If you’ve never had reason to ask other writers to say really nice things about your work, I would encourage you to seek these opportunities out. Personally, I learned much about my writing and my work in this process and I am grateful that I had to step outside my comfort zone and ask these fine writers to speak for my book.

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December 17, 2010

Carrying Stones

Inspired by Deb Scott, Christine Swint and Dave Bonta, I have decided to take the plunge into my first writing challenge of 2011. I am going to participate in a river of stones’ NaSmaStoMo (National Small Stones Month).

Hosted by writer and editor Fiona Robyn, NaSmaStoMo asks that writers post one small stone a day. A small stone is a finely polished observation, similar to other micropoem forms. You can learn more about small stones by reading a handful of stones, the small stones blogzine that Fiona curates, or by checking out the a small stone blog.

Having never written a small stone before, I am eager to start exploring this form.  I am also looking forward to starting the new year with this activity that will root me in my mindfulness and creation. As I begin to think of New Year’s Goals for 2011 and for my One Little Word for the year, I think this practice will align well with what I have in store for myself.

Interested in joining up?  The sign in post is right here!

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December 16, 2010

Blameless in Idaho

You know your manuscript is a real book when you see someone else holding it. Especially when that person lives over a thousand miles away. Today, poet John Hayes from Indian Valley, ID sent me a lovely picture of himself with Blameless Mouth.

As a side note, John has a lovely book of poems of his own up on Lulu. You should go and support his work, if you haven’t already.

If you receive a copy of my book and want to have your picture posted here, please feel free to email me at fox dot jessica at gmail dot com. I’d love to see all the places Blameless Mouth ends up!

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December 14, 2010

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!

*I’m going to Vegas at the end of the week, so you’ll have to excuse my obtuse gambling references in the post title.

It’s a little bittersweet, but the Blameless Mouth Virtual Release Party is coming to a close. Yesterday, I closed the comments on the giveaway post, since it has been a whole week since it opened. Similarly, on Wednesday, the Lulu-sponsored 15% discount on my book title will close. If you still want to take advantage of it, you must do so by 11:59 PM Eastern time tomorrow. (Just enter STOCKING305 at checkout).

But now, it’s time to give away some books.

As I’ve mentioned here before, I’ve just been humbled and astounded by the response to Blameless Mouth this past week. The comments for the giveaway were no exception. You may recall that I asked readers to respond to the following question: “What would it mean for you to be blameless?” When I was writing the initial manuscript that became Blameless Mouth, this was the question that I was trying to answer for myself. So for me, this is an important question. The responses to the question for the giveaway demonstrated how differently we each assume the responsibility and burden of blame in our lives. I would encourage you to check out the comments on the post, because they truly show all of the ways we carry blame with us. I especially implore you to run over to my friend Laurel’s blog, because she wrote a lovely meditation on this question.

However, I had to pick only two responses from this pool. My nifty number generator selected numbers two and four, so Deb Scott and Carolee Sherwood are the winners! I will be in contact with these two ladies via email to exchange address information for their books.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you for entering the giveaway, telling others about Blameless Mouth, and of course, purchasing the book. Even though I’m taking down the streamers and sending the elephants home, I’m going to carry this happy party with me for a long time.

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December 13, 2010

Blameless Mouth Aesthetics: Why Fairy Tales? (Redux)

Back in March, I wrote a post about my choice to write and rewrite fairy tales and mythology in my poetry. This is a significant part of my writer’s aesthetic and also a significant part of Blameless Mouth. In the book, I rewrite the story of Eve as told by Eve in a crown of sonnets. I also have standalone poems about Snow White, Persephone, maenads, Jack Sprat and his wife, Hansel and Gretel, and others I’m probably forgetting.

In an effort to bring this part of my aesthetic to light, I am reposting the majority of my original March post. Consider this the answer to the question: “Why are there so many fairy tale and mythology poems in Blameless Mouth?”

I write about fairy tales and mythology because:

I Am Reinterpreting the Female Journey

Most of the stories we tell in Western culture seem to center upon the male quest. In some ways, this seems to be the main trope of the stories we tell each other. From Beowulf to The Hangover, a man (or a group of men) battle against a series of obstacles to emerge victorious. In all of our mediums, we can quickly see the arc of male development. Strike out on your own. Defeat the monster. Earn fame and glory.

But, if you scratch the surface of these stories, there is a female journey running concurrent with the male journey.  Even better, a lot of fairy tales, myths, and children’s stories highlight the female journey over the male journey. We can see the outlines of an arc for female development. But in these journeys, it isn’t always as clear cut as the male journey. Navigate a maze. Find your path. Escape.

Prior to the modern feminist movement, the female journeys we celebrated and retold focused on the pursuit of a mate.  Become beautiful. Win the prince. Live happily ever after. But in the more interesting stories, we find female characters navigating a perilous path in order to find themselves.  When I think about the stories I like to rewrite and re-vision, I choose Alice in Wonderland or Persephone over Cinderella. Or more accurately, I attempt to dig deeper in all of  the stories to find the journey towards the self.

I Am Making Sense of Unintelligible Worlds

As I mentioned above, the female character often has to navigate a maze or a perilous path. In stories like Alice in Wonderland, Wizard of Oz or The Little Mermaid, the main character has to make sense of a world that is not her own.

In my mind, this is an excellent metaphor for living as a grown-up in modern times. All of us live in a world that we did not create, yet we have to find its internal logic and obey its rules.  Sometimes, we wake up to find ourselves in a landscape we don’t understand and we have no idea how we got there. We have to learn the language, find the landmarks, and forge ahead.

At the ripe old age of 33, I have found that so much of my life is lived in a state of internal confusion. I spend so much time making sense of the world I live in that I neglect my internal development. What’s so interesting to me about these narratives is that the character often develops as a person while she navigates the strange exterior worlds. I struggle against this part of the character arc, because it doesn’t always ring true to me.  I find myself writing that struggle, between the internal and external, over and over.

Of The Persistence of Archetypes

My final reason for working within these narratives was actually my primary inspiration, back when I begun this practice.  Within feminist literature, I admired those women who came before me and rewrote myths and fairy tales. I’m thinking of poets like Sylvia PlathRita DoveH.D., Louise Bogan, andLouise Gluck.

Often, these women highlighted and explored the archetypes in the fairy tales and myths. Of course, the narratives are chockfull of archetypes: the witch, the virgin, the ugly sister, the mean stepmother. When I began rewriting myths, I consciously explored the archetypes and looked for ways to subvert them (or at least poke holes in them). For a  long time, I found this to be valid work.

However, the longer that I write within this tradition, I find that this work is not as important to me as it once was. Mostly, I think that there are writers (like the ones I’ve listed above) that have done it better than I can.  There is a huge body of literature that subverts the archetypes and stereotypes and I don’t know how much more I can contribute to it.

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