Doug Holder has done this show since 2003 and I've appeared a multiple of times. This was one from 2013, when The Shutting Door was released. It's one of my better interviews, where I speak of writers, writing, the Dire and Raisin Bran. I also read a few poems in this clip. I even take a few phone calls which do not degenerate into pranks or perversion.
The Shutting Door is a book about shutting the door on your past, in my past involves various addictions which I've been open about.
On Poet to Poet, Writer to Writer, Doug has hosted such people as Daniel Tobin, Michael Keith, Sam Cornish, Affa Michael Weaver, XJ Kennedy, Margot Livesay and Joan Houlihan.
Doug Holder's new book, Portrait of an Artist as a Young Poseur: is a unique
memoir, in poetry, of a real Boston artist, looking back, at a distinct
point in time, at a city I love. The man, the city, the book are all
completely unique, wonderful and original.
What happens after the afterlife? Do you go on? Do you return to your body? There's this place before you come back where you see Freud, Adler and Rogers. Read something new from me, "After the Afterlife"
NOTE
"Sie sind nicht winken," means "They are not waving"
Give them a hand after you get back
The fabulous Right Hand Pointing
has taken many of my pieces. I'm always grateful for that. This one, a
quirky view of where the body and soul go upon death was one of my
favorites written in 2014. Grateful for the publication.
Here is who is in this issue and the links to their work
Going through my own list of published links, I realized some of
my favorite on-line markets are no longer on-line. I didn’t know how to
feel about this. Should I re-submit my work or let it be? It felt like a
part of my writing history died, well, because it did.
So, coincidentally, Rusty Barnes, author and editor, posted on
Facebook that he had 50-60 stories in purgatory.
After your story was published in that on-line journal that died,
I’ll post it here, submit to ctgager37@gmail.com with proof of work
being previously published from a dead market. (Acceptance e-mail, dead
link from your webpage etc.)
Franz and I, June 2012, photo by Charles Gabriel Gager
The first time I met Franz Wright, Doug Holder and I had moved The
Somerville News Writers Festival to a large venue, The Somerville
Theater, which seats over 1,000 folks. We wanted big names, so Franz and
Robert Olen Butler were brought aboard and with them, we had the star
power of two Pulitzer Prize winning writers.
Franz,
that night was uncomfortably shy, though it was probably some sort of
social unaccountability in retrospect. He delivered a killer set before
the break, and he was quiet, gracious and polite. What we knew going in
was that he battled the demons of mental health, addiction and
depression, sometimes bravely, sometimes with the hint of retreat,
sometimes with the anger of a man fed up with the cards he dealt. At the
reading, he told us that when he was sick, he didn't write a poem for a
number of years...not one. Then around the time of 9-11, he felt he had
reached his own personal ground zero and he began to write again.
I had the pleasure to hang out with Franz Wright a few more times, work with him as an editor (see e-mail exchange below) and also to hear him read multiple times. If you are familiar with the accounts of him artfully and often uncontrollably "flipping out" at friends, colleagues and acquaintances, this was not the Franz Wright I ever knew. That explosive person is one I will not honor nor defend, as I don't have an opinion on any of those exchanges specifically.
Franz was a believer of "words for meaning, not for words sake". He also had strong opinions about MFA programs for poetry, viewing academic institutes a money generating machines for and the ridiculous concept of poets, being named or honored as Masters in poetry, at ages which they haven't experienced much of life yet.
Franz Wright was also modest, generous and vulnerable with his work. Here is an exchange I had with him bia e-mail, regarding some of his new work he had offered to The Printer's Devil Review. The mere fact that a writer who won a Pulitizer Prize working with me in this manner, is mind blowing.
January 18, 2011 Franz Wright-Here they are. Pretty weird stuff if you ask me. What is the name of the journal again? (I have to at least pretend to keep track)
Timothy Gager- No, those are both fabulous! Did you wish us to pick one or could we use both? We're (Printer's Devil Review) excited about them either way.
Franz Wright: Tim I have made a huge mistake with "Ventriloquism" which may well survive, but not in its present form, about a third of it at the end is shit, not what I want at all. So I will have to send you something else.I think I'll leave the prose alone for a while, it is too much in flux, and send you a recent poem that I am fond of, and that might be interesting with the other. Please let me know what you think.
Franz Wright-I'd prefer you use this, if you want it. Ventriloquism is definitely out.
(later) FW- Hope you got note about deleting “Ventriloquism” big problems there in the last segment
I sent a newish poem in its place. This new prose stuff is sometime very good, but very flawed.
January 21 Franz Wright-Tim, could you drop the "Lamp", which I still want to tinker with, and use
after all THIS version of that prose piece. Curious to know what you think! I frankly just love it, compared to the other version. FW
F stares at the pill. F takes the pill. Look, look. F¹s in his right mind
again. And I¹m sure we are all very grateful to the medical-pharmaceutical
complex, and I¹d like you to join me in giving it a big hand. Just hold on
there a minute you. Rather, please pause for a moment, take a deep breath,
and take a minute to think about what you are doing; devote a brief period
of fair and objective consideration to what you have done. It¹s still just
conceivable, is it not, that for the time being and many hours to come,
there will be no turning back from having unlocked and opened wide the door
to your wrong mind. My God, I think you¹re right! Maybe we should opt for
staying right where we are. Next time, I mean. Next time we should really
try to put our heads together. We should also stay in tonight. I mean the
next time it¹s night. Will it soon begin to brighten, or has darkness
fallen for good: is it evening or morning, to put it more elemental terms.
What do you say, we¹ll relinquish the reins, turn over the wheel, what
matter to whom! What matter if the driver be unlicensed, high, and making a
stop now and then to relieve convenience store kids of the cash in their
registers. What matter if we are lovers who only yesterday were children,
writhing and entwined around each other like the slender caducean serpents,
never wondering to what purpose we¹re so weirdly being wielded, or by what.
But that was then. Why quit now, we¹ve come this far. The world¹s a
beautiful thing. Dark as it is there. Blind as we are.
F. Wright
January 22 Timothy Gager-I
think it's fantastic! Of course I loved the other versions as well, but
it's the writer that tinkers, that knows best. I think this is the best
version so far, I really like the changes.
Franz Wright-Let me know, please, if you plan to use it. I would prefer it over “Lamp” which needs more work. Was there another you took?
On March 14, 2011 he received the proof of his work for the magazine
Franz Wright-It
strange and kind of wonderful to see these particular pieces in print,
hard to explain, you had to be there I guess. (I want to use that dumb
phrase as a title!)’
Bio note? My latest full length collection WHEELING MOTEL will soon be
released as a Knopf paperback. I recently had out a chapbook ENTRIES OF
THE CELL, a single long poem which is also one of 4 sections in a book
of poems called F , which Knopf will release in 2013. This fall, 2011, I
will bring out with Knopf the best book I have ever written,
KINDERTOTENWALD. (The first seven of the sixty-five prose poems plus one
verse poem in homage to my magical mystery wife Elizabeth, are
available as the chapbook 7PROSE. I will also this spring be having a
chapbook from a Portland, Oregon press of my Buson translations...
Will let you know if I spot any errors, though I have a feeling just from glancing at them that there won’t be any.
Best,
F
Franz Wright-Hey
man: I did discover one little omission (probably I sent it to you that
way and it is my fault—I seem to get more of these errors as I get
older—the spirit is stronger than ever, I am beginning to understand
Yeats’ strange mournful poems about getting old—your mind and
imagination on fire as never before, even in youth, yet here you are
“fastened to a dying animal”. Another poem I have loved all my life
but only just recently have I felt, personally, its real meaning. By
Salavatore Quasimodo, one of the so-called hermeticists, I believe. A
Hermetic—I always loved that word, and I suppose at a time when the
image reigned, a poem like this would have excited me profoundly, in an
aesthetic sense though, not as now, in a very literal one which reminds
me of the terrible moral and artistic error of loving words themselves
more than what they stand for. It is the curse of our time. You know, I
never had anything against the language poets, and read Silliman with
some degree of abstract and somehow purely visual appreciating. But I
cannot recall a single one of his lines! And this is certainly not true
of the poets I most revere, the ones who seems to strive for the very
most difficult thing to achieve in the writing of anything, but
especially a poem:, simplicity, clarity, specificity. The ability
finally to grasp that language is also not a mirror of
reality—hardly!--or its shadow or anything of the kind: words used
memorably are words used according to their own lights and physics—the
study of prosody is important, the most elemental example of this is the
rhyme, which Elizabeth Bishop called “mystical” (and I know why, it
helps reveal what the next crucial word is and then somehow the right
words are drawn to it, revealed to me. This happens with the metrical
sense of a line—as Frost noted, the rhythm demands certain words that
suit it, and we have the eerie sense, when the writing goes well, that
we are not using language, it is using us—and is without question more
real than we are, we are ITS shadow if anything: it was here before we
were and will be here when we are not. I still love the idea that a
persons best and happiest and most intense mental or inner experience,
his very best hours, could be contained, preserved forever when the
correct words, the ones that startle even their author, are present.
Shut up, Franz.
The error is about two-thirds of the way down, on the right side, the
phrase as it stands is “to put it more elemental terms”. It’s not the
greatest phrase ever written, but it seems clear it is missing and “in”
so that it reads “to put it in more elemental terms.”
Galway Kinnell once said to me that he published poems in journals in
order to see more clearly its errors, weak points, absurdities,
embarrassments—who would have thought language could be so unwieldy and
require so many hours, constantly, to get even the simplest thing right!
But you got to put them in.
Best, Franz
March 15 Franz Wright-I
also forgot to say those two chapbooks, Entries of the Cell &
7Prose, were published by Marick Press in Michigan. They do the most
beautifully designed books, and the covers of the four they have done of
mine (including The Catfish & Leave Me Hidden) are the most
striking I have ever seen
I wish I could send them to you and a number of other friends in poetry,
and it bothers me that I can’t. They’re something. And the 7Prose cover
is based on a visial artwork I made while painting , during the 7 years I
was a volunteer facilitator at the Center For Grieving Children, in
Arlington with young children, who often express
metaphorically/visually what they have no words for. I suppose I knew
that, but to sit right next to it and watch it happen is indescribably
fascinating and moving. I thought sometimes, very young children and the
dying are the only ones who see the world as it really is—we catch
glimpses of it, when we’re lucking, but in the imminence of death you
find you are seeing everything for the first time which can be
disorienting & frightening , but I don’t know! Only in the most
fleeting moments, or in dreams, am I returned a genuine sense of how I
saw things then. But in my perceptions of the world,whether from instant
to instant or during the long, seemingly endless instants, there is
something—I almost hate to say it, or am afraid to say it—there is
something so ravishingly significant and poignant radiating from the
most commonplace things, I feel pulled is directions I would not be able
or curious enough to will myself toward. And if I genuinely remain in
the present moment at all times, and slow things down to a contemplative
dimension, I can see the arc of things, the way afflictions and fears
are opportunities, Doors you can go through or not, there are no other options—and
procrastinating can be lethal—but I have never walked through them and
regretted it—I have always felt the way the mind can heal just as a
broken bone does, becoming stronger that normal at the place where the
brokenness was. I think there is a small elect at any given time who do
not need it, in order to move closer to the condition of illumination
in which we can actually perceive the miraculous, the holy creative
will reflected in things precisely as they are—in more western
philosophical terms, we would ask (preferably in a state of awe), Why is
there something rather than nothing? I have to get back to whatever I
thought I was doing! Best, F
(later March 15) Franz Wright-I
see a few other errors that I think are pretty obvious—can you tell me
when/if you stumble on them and I will work on them. I have already considered the one which talks about the poems who have left “the
subject self”--I mean the subjective self—behind...
But the subject self reminds me of a man who is visited in prison by a
yellow light that plunging everyone into a sleep of paralysis, turned
the bars of his cell into gold, and leaving its door standing
open--& the surprising percentage of prisoners who opt not for too
huge and a too bright freedom but the cell-dimension of his universe
where his expectations have become insanely small and fill him with an
anguish and anxiety that are normal life to him.
Timothy Gager-I
have always felt the way the mind can heal just as a broken bone does,
becoming stronger that normal at the place where the brokenness was.
Yes! Others feel this, many should work on believing it as it's so true.
I saw you read once and you introduced a poem by saying that there was a
time you couldn't write for a long time and you had to build up from
your personal ground zero. There is a lot to be said for that, working
hard to make that first step and then walking slowly before you can
run...then finally, sprint. Franz Wright-Thank
you. And I am glad you brought up this sentence as it is one with an
error: after the comma, it is should read “becoming stronger than normal
{not “that normal”) at the place where the brokenness was.
June 2012,(after reading at the release party of Printer's Devil Review)
Timothy Gager- Franz,
I'm filled with gratitude after hearing you and talking to you. Thank
you so much for featuring at the party. Hope to see you again soon.
Best
Tim
Franz Wright-Thanks
Tim! We had a wonderful time. Ain't been out for a while, and I felt
like I faced up to it pretty good, even though as usual I was quite
frightened—even teaching a class can do that to me. (Even? It’s worse,
when it’s bad—of course there is also the fact that there is no high
like teaching a class—I’ve been privileged to have that
experience. Keeep us posted! Heartening too see you thriving. F
The grand opening of the Newton Writing and Publishing Center, located at 289 Elliot Street, Newton, Upper Falls, occurred yesterday and there was cake!
The Center, birthed by Big Table Publishing's(publisher of "The Thursday Appointments of Bill Sloan) Robin Stratton (pictured below at opening with Michael Keith) has a Board of Directors composed of myself, Michael Keith, Christopher Reilley (plus the help of Phil Temples) and a not yet to be announced player to be named later.
The Newton Writing and Publishing Center provides direction, feedback, support, and inspiration to a dedicated community of writers and poets with genre-specific groups, intense workshops, lively open mic nights, special literary events, award ceremonies, author appearances, publishing opportunities, and catered book launching parties.
The Newton Writing and Publishing Center provides guidance, inspiration, encouragement, and all the tools you need to revise your work to perfection, whether it’s a novel, a poem, a short story, your memoirs, or a non-fiction project. Writing groups, classes and workshops led by published authors and instructors promote the disciplined approach you need to reach your goal. Our affiliation with Big Table Publishing Company means you receive special consideration if you are seeking publication of your full-length manuscript, and if you’ve got some poems or short fiction looking for a home, check us out at Boston Literary Magazine!We are also committed to helping the local community with our outreach writing programs for kids and teens. Mockingbird Square, a division of Big Table Publishing Company, encourages young writers with contests and inclusion of their poems and short stories in published anthologies or school-specific chapbooks. But we are not just a place to work; we have fun here, too, with lively open mic events, catered author appearances, and book launching parties.... yours, maybe!
I'm glad to be a part of this all and it's very exciting for me to be involved in something that is so brand spanking new, that it squeaks!
This year I was to pick up Nick Flynn--I practiced (my daughter plays Nick), made sure my camera phone was charged, set the mode to Airplane. I was prepared.
Except along the way, I was lucky enough to add Gregory Pardlo, this year's Pulitzer Prize winner for poetry and Rachel Eliza Griffiths. All went smooth until, the camera shut off, but I thought it was on, so when I really wanted to end the interview I turned it on (outtake below). Three great answers to closing questions weren't filmed. Here they are, mostly paraphrased...
To Rachel: What was your proudest moment as a writer?
A: I don't think I've had it yet.
To Nick: What were you feeling when you saw your life on film and how was it seeing Paul Dano being Flynn?
A: I wanted him to be me. I actually already lived it in the book, so being a part of a movie wasn't anything which wasn't anything I'd not experienced already.
To Gregory: How did it feel and what were you feeling when you found out you won the Pulitzer?
A: (to paraphrase--it was such a great, well formed answer...ugh, so sorry I lost it on film) Confused. I didn't want to feel like I was all that, but it felt almost like a dream, I was happy...but confused.
Also, the camera ran out of memory, so the closing remarks and final acknowledgments of these great poets and writers were lost. People, I'm not in the film industry, damn it.
So here's the video, minus 3 or so of the best minutes of it
Outtake: Note Nick says to Gregory, "That was good what you said..." (which didn't get fucking saved)
Rehearsing with Caroline Gager as Nick, riding to the CVS--See everything works---no ugly deletions!
Part II of the"Making of..." motivational prompts embedded
Today, I finished this step--nothing like the feeling of finishing your first draft!
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2/27 729 words (17242 words for Feb., goal being 13500, 52155 total) +3742
Smile, when the toast is late
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3/1 787 words (787 for the month, goal being 500, 53870 in total) +253
Casa de Kayak Kenny
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3/5 905 words (5150 for the month, goal being 2500, 58121 total) +2650
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3/7 450 words (6584 for March, goal being 3500, 59555 total) +3084
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3/9 106 words (7761 for Moarch, goal being 4500, 60749 total) +3261
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Great Santini, similar relationship Maloney and his dad
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3/18 621 words (13383 for March, goal being 9000, 66355 in total) +4383
Damn it--lost this work in Word--thought I saved it.
Not much of a fuck-up, but it was 621 nice little words.
3/18 499 words (13261 for March, goal being 9000, 66253 in total) +4161
3/19 450 words (13711 for March, goal being 9500, 66703 in total) +4211
3/19 (b) 280 words (13991 for March, goal being 9500, 66983 in total) +4491
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3/24 806 words (17362 for March, goal being 12000, 70254 in total) +5362
Joe Keating, look a-like
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3/26 744 words (18714 for March, goal being 13000, 71606 total) +5714
Sugar? I remember this actual training manual
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3/28 561 words (20048 for March, goal being 14000, 72940 total) +6048
Timothy Gager at Salisbury Beach, 1990
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3/29 b (7:00 pm) 323 words (21016 for March, goal being 14500, 73908 total) +6516
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Truck. Yellow tape. This can't be good
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Chet and Nat. Married anchors, at that time.
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Today, Mass Poetry, site of the Massachusetts Poetry Festival posted a poem of mine, which is recover based, "But you forgot, To remember" inspired by Billie Holiday. Have a nice read, love your life...enjoy it!
But you forgot, To remember
It rains cats and dogs
and images of baby animals
made the blues go away
Billie Holiday scratched
to the end, the needle dragged
never piercing her center, which
was glued on, nevertheless,
I related. Her story intrigued,
I never understood the song’s
connotation, why the singer’s depths
of despair, strung me along with
desperate notes, desperate measures.
Lady-you once spoke to me,
but never knew me, all the times
I slipped this record into the sleeve
Keep sending me stars and the sea
distant is not an obstacle,
for what I believe.
4. But you Forgot to Remember-written in 2013. Published on the Mass Poetry webpage in 2015. Also published in Chief Jay Strongbow is Real, 2017, Big Table Publishing. Metaphors are badass.
"I knew he knew, so finally I confessed to a whole lot of nothing, which
is what tends to happen when I spend too much time with my father."
--from the story, The Prominent Father
The title is a bit ironic, compared to the leading definition. Prominent=leading,important,orwell-known.
It metaphorically defines a daughter's closeness-avoidance relationship with her father, a relationship which felt like a job, in fact, it was a job. Can anyone relate? Please comment on it because I won't follow the usual suggestion of "don't read the comments".
"Grand Slam" my next novel's estimated time for completion of first draft, April 10, 2015
December
12/5 737 words, goal 500 (+237)
12/6 619 words (1356 of goal of 1000) +356
12/7 750 words (2133 total of goal of 1500) +623 above pace
12/8 1028 words (3161 total of goal of 2000) +1161 above pace
12/9 280 words (3541 total of goal 2500) +1041 above pace
12/10 693 words (4234 total of goal 3000) +1234 above pace.
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12/12 0 words (4957 total, goal being 4000) +957
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12/30 690 words (13179 total, goal being 13000) +179
12/31 461 words (13640 total, goal being 13500) +140
January
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1/2 723 words (1346 for month, goal being 1000, 14984 total) +346
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1/7 917 words (5002 for the month, goal being 3500, 18644 total for manuscript) +1502
1/8 579 words (5581 for the month, goal being 4000, 19223 total for the MS) +1581
aka-The Double Home-run Breakfast
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Mike Homer founded Grand Slam's similar to this famous place
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Sugar would like a date here. Hotel rooms get old.
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Motel attached to Grand Slam's, rooms traded for meals
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Arrests will occur
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Lexington, Ma, 4th of July
1/26 641 words (17983 for the month, goal being 13000, 31525 in total) +4983
1/27 860 words (18843 for the month, goal being 13500, 32385 in total) +5343
1/28 680 words (19523 for the month, goal being 14000, 33065 in total) +5533
1/29 583 words (20106 for the month, goal being 14500, 33648 in total) +5616
1/30 864 words (20980 for the month, goal being 15000, 34512 in total) +5980
1/31 305 words (21285 for the month, goal being 15500, 34817 in total) +5785
February
2/1 327 words (327 for the month, goal being 500, 35144 in total) -173
2/2 753 words (1080 for the month, goal being 1000 35897 in total) +80
2/3 641 words (1721 for the month, goal being 1500, 36538 in total) +221
2/4 1104 words (2825 for the month goal being 2000, 37642 in total) +825
Kayak Kenny's launching spot.
2/5 668 words (3493 for the month, goal being 2500, 38310 in total) +993
2/6 587 words (4080 for February, goal being 3000, 38897 in total) +1080
2/7 543 words (4623 for Feb., goal being 3500, 39438 in total) +1123
2/8 851 words (5474 for Feb, goal being 4000, 40289 in total) +1474
Joe cooks these at home
Sugar's phone, pre-cell hell
2/9 909 words (6383 for Feb. goal being 4500, 41198 in total) +1883
2/10 0 words (6383 for Feb, goal being 5000, 41198 in total) +1383
2/11 490 words (6873 for Feb, goal being 5500, 41688 total) +1373
2/12 523 words (7396 for Feb, goal being 6000, 42211 total) +1396
2/13 189 words (7585 for Feb, goal being 6500, 42400) +1085
2/14 717 words (8302 for Feb, goal being 7000, 43117 total) +1302
Cream of Wheat
is not grits
2/15 0 words (8302 for Feb, goal being 7500, 43117 total) +802
2/16 723 words (9025 for Feb, goal being 8000, 43840 total) +1025
2/17 694 words (9719 for Feb, goal being 8500, 44534 total) +1219
Anxiety and angst solve by love and understanding
2/18 604 words (10323 for Feb, goal being 9000, 45231 in total) +1323
2/19 610 words (10933 for Feb, goal being 9500, 45841 in total) +1433
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