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October 27, 2010

Interview with Poet Jack Hayes

If you’ve already read my review of The Spring Ghazals by Jack Hayes, then you know that I really admire this book.  So, as an added bonus, I was able to ask John a few of the questions that I had around his creative process and his work.

From what I’ve read on your blog, The Spring Ghazals has a really interesting back story. Can you explain your inspiration for the book and why you chose to write it?

First, I want to say thanks, Jessica, for making the time & space to present this interview to your readers—much appreciated!

The inspiration for the book came from emotional pain, frankly—an old pain that dates back to the 1980s; an old love affair that I never got over, one that ended badly & abruptly & with a lot of unanswered questions.  The woman & I went on to lead very different lives, & were never in touch from the late 1980s until she contacted me by email in 2008.  In ’08, I’d not written poetry for about 12 years, but shortly after she contacted me, I began writing what would become the “Kitchen Poems” section of the book.

Sadly, the friendship that I hoped would develop didn’t work out, & once again, almost exactly 21 years after the first rift, there was a second one—again, abrupt & harsh & with a lot of unanswered questions.  I was devastated & I felt distinctly “unstuck in time.”  It was as if I was simultaneously living in 1987 & 2008 & at various points in between.  Also, being in touch with this woman started me thinking about other people I’d known in my “past lives,” people with whom I’d lost contact for various reasons, & I began to really experience regret about this perceived gulf between my current life & my past.  In the “every cloud must have a silver lining” department, I’ve since been able to contact many old friends & rebuild these relationships.

Why I chose to write the book?  Thru much of the process the only choice was whether to keep going or not—I felt compelled to do most of the writing in the book.  Not long after this second rift, I ended up in therapy, & my therapist told me that I would need to “create my way thru” the depression.  The Spring Ghazals ultimately was an attempt to do this & an attempt to communicate feelings & experiences that seemed almost overwhelming at the time.

Those who are curious can find a bit more of the “back story” on my dedicated Spring Ghazals blog here.

What is your favorite poem in the book and can you please describe the story behind this poem?

This is a challenging question!  For one thing, I tend to see the Ghazals, Helix & Grace sections as each being a unit more than individual poems.  But perhaps a good poem to discuss would be the ghazal entitled “What Can We Talk About That Will Take All Night” (the title is a quote from Kenneth Patchen, a favorite poet of mine.)  This poem looks back not only to the relationship from the 1980s that briefly returned as friendship in 08, but also to an earlier love/friendship in the late 70s—a situation that in many ways resonated with the later relationship—many of the same issues gave both relationships an amazing vitality & also made them extraordinarily complicated.

So this poem essentially exists in three time periods: Burlington, VT 1978; Charlottesville, VA 1987; & Indian Valley, ID 2009.  The poem is also characteristic of the book as a whole because it contains some of the motifs & images that recur throughout—the book contains many repeated images.  In this case, the “skybluepink porcelain/Blessed Virgin,” red rose blossom on a white/pergola,” & the mandocello’s low/C-string tremolo” all connect the poem to other moments in the collection.  Also, the poem’s conclusion: “the echo of unsaid words” not only encapsulates (I think) something that’s consistently true about regret, but also encapsulates a lot of the book’s raison d’être—the book itself is “the echo of unsaid words.”

When reading the book, I was given a sense that I was peeking into a very specific emotional time for the narrator, even though the poems seem to span many calendar years. Did this make it difficult to create an order of poems for the book?

Yes, the book is mostly concerned with events, both physical & emotional, that took place in 1986-87 & 2008-09—how those events resonated with each other.  But as mentioned in the previous question, the poems also branch out into other losses I’ve experienced in my life—not lost loves & friendships, but also to the loss of my father who died in 2005 after suffering from Parkinson’s Disease.  As far as the order goes, the sections were almost all written as discrete entities in discrete periods of time: the “Kitchen Poems” were written in late spring/early summer of 08; the ghazals in the spring of 09, & the Helix & Grace poems in the winter of 2010.  The “Cloudland” section is an exception—some of those prose poems were written as posts on my Robert Frost’s Banjo blog in the late summer of 08, while a few were added in January & February 2010.

Why did I order the poems as I did?  It’s true that some of the “Kitchen Poems” are a sort of major chord contrasting with the overall minor chord feel of the book.  I believe if I’d placed these first in the book it would have created a narrative arc along the lines of “first I was happy, then I was sad.”  & that seems to me not only too tidy, but also false to my experience.  All in all, I’d say the order seemed pretty clear—the Ghazals, Helix poems & Grace poems all appear in the order they were written, because I see them as all incremental.

One of the major elements of this book is the amount of things (objects, flora and fauna, food, etc.) that you reference in the poems. What inspired you to include these specific details?

Interesting!  It’s probably my lifelong mental skirmish with WC Williams & his “no ideas but in things” dictum!  But seriously, I’ve always used observed objects & landscapes to ground my poems.  As far as the food poems go, my old friend is quite involved in the “foodie” world, so there was a bit of an “in-joke” there when I began the “Kitchen Poems,” which she actively read & much to my delight, seemed to admire.  As far as the many objects go: they all have personal associations, & as you mentioned to me on Twitter, they are each in themselves invocations of a sort—invoking them both takes me back to another time & place & also underlines the fact that I can’t physically access that other time—despite the apparent physicality of “object memory.”  I suppose the floral & fauna work in much the same way, tho these often are invocations of the present time—I live in a very rural area, & invoking these things “brings me back” to my current time & place—tho there’s also a bit of alienation too, because there’s a tension between past & present.  & despite the pastoral background—which I do find beautiful—there’s also a tension there because my past involved town & city life to which I’m probably more temperamentally suited.  As Frank O’Hara wrote, “I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy….” I don’t go that far, but I do acknowledge an uncomfortable isolation in rural life.

Another intriguing element in this book is your use of received and created forms. Clearly you use the ghazal form, but you also use a created form in the Helix poem. What was your process behind using these forms?

The ghazals were much inspired by Adrienne Rich’s ghazals, both her sequence “Homage to Ghalib” & especially her “Blue Ghazals.”  Sadly, these are now out-of-print.  I’d been aware of the form for some time & despite being a poet who likes to tinker with forms, I’d never turned my hand to it before.  The couplet form intrigued me—for one thing, I haven’t tended to write much in couplets, so there was a newness there.  Obviously, the fact that ghazals traditionally deal with lost love was a major factor in using the form.  & of course, I should say that beyond the couplet form & the themes, these ghazals stray far from the traditional form—there’s no set pattern of repetition (tho there is quite a bit of more random repetition) & no rhyme.

The Helix poems—I wrote the first two in late January, & I was originally thinking of a sort of classic Japanese poem except transplanted very much in late 20th century/early 21st century U.S. soil.  I’d re-read Basho’s Road to the Deep North last winter.  It wasn’t until the second poem in the sequence that I came up with the name “Helix.”  I do see them as a sort of spiral of objects & recollection, & the thought of intertwining strands certainly made sense to me in terms of the book’s themes.

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If you want to learn more about The Spring Ghazals, check out the book’s dedicated blog or simply buy it on Lulu!

October 24, 2010

Review: Spring Ghazals by Jack Hayes

The Spring Ghazals by poet and musician Jack Hayes, is a meditation on loss, memory and time.  Throughout the poems, Hayes conjures a world filled with well-worn beauty. The details of this beauty, from the color of spring wildflowers to the taste of familiar foods, contrast with the melancholy that is at the root of many of his poems. These specific, evocative details are the greatest strength of this volume of poetry. As a reader, I was inspired by the precision of his details, especially as they helped me to create an emotional (as well as physical) landscape.

The book is broken into four movements: Spring Ghazals, Kitchen Poems, Helix Poems and Cloudland. Each movement presents a different perspective on either the past affair that inspired the book or the narrator’s current life.  Each section stands well on its own, but taken together they trace an arc of grief and acceptance over time.

The first section, Spring Ghazals, details the aftermath of a tumultuous affair. All of the poems in this section take on a loose ghazal form. Stanzas are in couplets and each couplet relates tonally, but not in overt subject matter. These ghazals are voiced by a bruised and hurting narrator. The details in the poems are seen through the lens of loss and grief.  For example, in Ghazal 5/3, the narrator observes: “…I’m walking thru glass almost unscathed the Conservatory of // Flower’s glass dome on a gray spring morning…” Even surrounded by lush beauty, the narrator only sees the sharp glass and gray skies.

The second section, Kitchen Poems, finds the narrator in an entirely different emotional space. The poems here are distinctly more narrative and evoke a domestic comfort. Each poem (save the final poem) is titled with a different comfort food dish, like “Fondue”, “Macaroni Cheese”, and “Potato Salad”. Despite the warmer tone, the narrator’s loss still lurks here. In “French Toast,” the narrator hears Hank Williams playing in the background and he states: “my blue // heart my red heart my golden heart opens & closes & / shrinks & grows – the world I know the people I / hold in my heart as it grows & breaks…”

Helix Poems, the third section, may be my favorite. According to Hayes, the Helix Poems follow a form of his own devising. Each poem is written in tercets, and the poet describes new and different objects or animals on each line. Interspersed with these objects are personal observations. The effect is that the descriptions of the object build a picture of the emotional tone, which is then confirmed by the observation at the end. The poems are hypnotizing. They remind me, in some ways of the chants of Walt Whitman or the lists of Raymond Carver.

The final section of Cloudland feels like a bridge between the invocations of the Helix Poems and the domestic intimacy of the Kitchen Poems. In this section, the narrator provides a summation of and separation from his past wounds. In the title poem, the narrator asks, “Is poetry living in memory or is it fetching memory into the present moment? / Is it making a memory where past & present & future coalesce?” In this line, the narrator tips his hand at the book’s project, to capture memory and time within a poem or series of poems. While I read these poems, I recognized that the narrator will still be preoccupied by the past affair, but the poems have given him a space to explore his preoccupation.

Hayes’ book is a testimony to the power of poetry to distill and reexamine experience. The poems feel like a series of mile markers on a stretch of road. They are records of a longer journey, where as a reader, I knew I was only catching short glimpse. I look forward to seeing more.

 

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