Breakdown on Small Press Traffic’s Aggression Conference or "Mama, Don’t let your babies grow up to be po-bloggers"

The Premise

AGGRESSION: A CONFERENCE ON CONTEMPORARY POETICS AND POLITICAL ANTAGONISM
PRESENTED BY SMALL PRESS TRAFFIC

While a triumphalist rhetoric of community and collectivity has frequently accompanied the narratives of alternative literary scenes and practices, the purpose of this conference is to instead explore the myriad ways in which consensus and community become challenged and/or untenable, and to produce fresh opportunities for rethinking poetic theory and practice.

The Panel

The Internet
Moderator: Stephanie Young

Panelists (Jasper Bernes, Craig Santos Perez, and Erika Staiti) will address the perils and possibilities of technologically mediated public spaces, specifically focusing on how new technologies may mystify, reproduce, or intensify existing racial, gender, and class divisions.

The Breakdown
I went to this panel hoping to find ways to better navigate all the information out there on contemporary poetics. I am sure I was not looking for a clear answer to the perils of po-blogging because I honestly don’t feel there is anything perilous about poet blogs. I subscribe to the ones I enjoy reading, comment on the ones I find interesting, and unsubscribe when I think a particular blog is a waste of my time. Like I said, no real peril here for me.

I did want to open myself up to the possibilities of improving conversation on poet-blogs and how to improve dialogue between poet-bloggers and, hopefully, the rest of the world.

So what did I get out of the panel? A lot of rehash, a sense that my current practice is right on target, and the premise that the Internet itself is the aggressor we should fear.

Erica Staiti started off by reading various blog entries and comments regarding Michael Magee’s poetics and the Numbers Trouble essay. The Magee online debate has been something that I have never had interest in because it felt too much like the self-inflated storm in a bottle controversies I participated in when I was in New York where the NYC poetry slam community would gather and deride how a particular slammer’s one poem was the bane of all poetry and how it shed an evil light on everything wonderful and good about the page. One non-poet friend who happened to over hear this conversation turned to me and said, “This poet must be the most important poet ever because all your other poet friends can’t seem to stop talking about that poem.” My friend might as well have been talking about Magee because within some poetry circles it seems Magee is the true Apocalypse of poetry- he who will start or end everything. Well, at least if you read the blogs about him, which I don’t and so my own poetry world will have to wait for a different apocalyptic harbinger.

Stati’s recap of the Number Trouble essay, a po-blogger topic that I found more interesting, didn’t explore any new ground for me. I would have enjoyed a response as to why there was more talk about race than gender? What is the tone of these responses? Are there more comments from the ubiquitous and all-knowing “Anonymous” on race than gender? Without naming names, is the tone of response different on so-called public blogs (where the owner of the blog can be held accountable for meditation) versus less private forums such as list-serves or friend-only blogs?

Jasper Bernes was next up to bat and he decided to take a different stance on aggression, he directed it to the Internet itself. Bernes lists a number of ways the Internet falls short when it comes to live political activism, but many of these arguments easily transfer over to poetic practice, and so I found them hollow. Not that political activism is a hollow pursuit, but putting other forms of resistance like the creation, circulation, and organization of spaces for political poetry (all of which can be done with the help of the Internet) into a negative light doesn’t serve potential and current allies against the current political machine. See how quickly this changed from a talk about poetry to an indictment of the system? That’s how I felt during Bernes’ talk.

Another contradiction in Bernes’ essay revolved around identity. Where at one point he is mocking Kenneth Goldsmith’s idea of conceptual sans-identity poetry, he follows that up by deriding information distribution in poetry as a capitalist pursuit. Let me get this straight—we can have a poetic identity but we just can’t use it when getting our work out in the world? That concept doesn’t seem to vibe with me.

Craig Perez rounded out the panel presentation with a reading of different sections from his essay response to the Magee poem. As stated before, I have no interest in the online back-and-forth over this one poem, but I was interested enough to ask Craig for his essay a few months back to give me some insight as to what the whole brouhaha was about. Craig’s response uses Magee’s poem and previous writings as the strongest evidence that Magee is just an appropriator with a lack of perspective.

Perez’s personal response to the panel called for attention to ethnic po-bloggers who seek to shake up the status quo. He listed poeta y diwata (Barbara Jane Reyes), Unitedstatesean Notes (Javier Huerta), Letras Latinas (Institute for Latino Studies, Univ. of Notre Dame), Detainees (Linh Dinh), You Are Here (Lee Herrick) and this blog. as voices against the grain that can add some diversity to these discussions. Here’s a funny thing, I really don’t think of this blog as being that counter to the mainstream, but that’s because I usually don’t shout out the mainstream so much. Maybe I should do it more often.

My Takeway
I was presented a lot of information I already knew, which is OK considering I read a ton of po-blogs, but it felt like everybody else in the room had that same knowledge as well making this an exercise in redundancy. Jasper Bernes’ essay felt more like an assuaging of his problems with the world as opposed to his take on the problems with poetry communities on the Internet, and if he wants to talk about honest distribution of information, this isn’t the way to go about it.

However, I will thank SPT and the organizers for their efforts since the open atmosphere did allow me to say many of the things I am posting on the blog in the open to the whole room. But how did I find out about all this in the first place, get an opportunity to hear the varied opinions, and use my background in poetics to make a change in real time? That’s right- the evil Internet.

More Internet
Barb’s thoughts on the panel and more
Race & Gender
Jasper Bernes’ essay
Laura Moriarty’s take on the conference

Linda Hogan @ Stanford

Linda Hogan and Barbara Jane ReyesGood times last night as Barb and I traveled down to Stanford to hear Linda Hogan read for the Indigenous Identity in Diaspora series.

Traffic was a mess, and we got to the reading just as the intros were over and Ms. Hogan was coming up to the mic. Her work was great, with deep roots in memory and place, and populated with natural folk—people with flaws and aspirations and real texture. Hogan’s use of the word “human” struck me because I don’t feel I here it often enough in poetry. I know a lot of poems are filled with characters but I don’t know how often those characters are portrayed as actual human beings. More endemic is poems with no trace of humanity, not poems set in nature or science, but poems that feel like a post-apocalyptic set where we have buildings, highways, and structures but no evidence of the people who live there or who built them.

Hogan’s work lives in nature, presumably in the setting of her Oklahoma home, and it is alive with trees, quarries, rivers, and people who do not let the fact they drive cars and take airplanes separate them from that natural legacy. To borrow one of Hogan’s titles, it feels like her work is “Gentling the Human.”

Another highlight of the night was speaking to Zamora, one of the organizers of the reading. She deduced that Barb and I were not Stanford locals (She says our good fashion sense gave us away.) and thanked us for coming out from Oakland for the reading. She then introduced us to Cherie Moraga who was also welcoming and a pleasure to chat with. Just a few more human touches to a fine reading.

ETA: Barb’s thoughts on Linda Hogan’s reading

More Linda Hogan
Biblio
Artist Biography
Interview with John A. Murray

X-Post: Pulitzer Center and Helium Global Issues/Citizen Voices Contest

Here is a follow up on the issues highlighted by Kwame Dawe’s poems in Hope: Living and Loving with HIV in Jamaica.

The Global Issues/Citizen Voices contest is a recurring online writing competition that asks your thoughts on some of today’s most pressing issues. Each contest round features questions (also known as “titles” on the Helium website) based on Pulitzer Center reporting projects, which cover global crisis issues that are misreported, underreported or not reported on at all. The questions are sure to provoke discussion – from “What role should the U.S. play in reducing the production of illicit drugs-such as cocaine and heroin-in places like Bolivia and Afghanistan?” to “How does stigma and discrimination, as witnessed in Jamaica, perpetuate the global HIV/AIDS epidemic?”

More information on the contest is here.

X-Post: Profile on Tony Brown

Great to see Tony Brown getting some good props thanks to the title of (Cue Thus Spoke Zarathustra musical intro) Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere (End music). For the record, Tony is the poet who got me into the habit of posting my set-lists and he is also the reason why I do as many cover poems as possible when I get a feature.

This advice didn’t come by way of grand proclamation (like when folks try to shove advice down your throat in a naggy sholl teacher voice that never seems to work on anybody, including school kids!) but came through example. Tony has good ideas, and he puts them into action. That’s the kind of poet and mentor he is, a practical man of words.

LIP: How far would you like to go with your poetry?

Tony Brown: Also an easy one. I’d like for at least one poem of mine to be remembered decades after I’m gone, even if no one recalls who wrote it.

Rest in Power: Reginald Lockett

After Aracelis Girmay’s reading at Books Inc. last year, I was hanging off by the bookshelves checking out some titles when I see Reginald Lockett also checking out some books off the shelves. I recognized him from a Cave Canem reading a few weeks earlier. So as I am looking at him, he looks over at me, and a conversation starts happening. We talk poetry, his and mine. Reginald offers his phone number and address, says he’s going to be a little busy in the next month but to hit him up soon so we can talk more.

I would love to say I took him up on that offer but I didn’t and that is my bad. But that isn’t going to be my lasting memory of Reginald Lockett.

I will remember the man I saw walking through the Jack London Square Sunday Farmer’s Market. Walking proud and happy with his fresh greens, and local products. A man and a place, poet and city. Even when that city is grimy, the poet still makes it shine. I say, “Oakland, with all its danger, is so beautiful,” and I see Reginald Lockett.

Oaktown, CA

Absorbing a taste of magic,
trying to figure the flavor,
twelve minutes past midnight,
Thursday morning,
walking somewhere on San Pablo,
I stop in an obscure juke joint
for two, three beers.
The tinkling sound of a quarter
in the jukebox.
Blues twanging guitar.
Lucille putting it
down on the table where
you can see it, feel it,
and know it’s real.
Man rocking to her
electric,
sensuous rhythms.
Eyes shut tight.
White and gold teeth flashing
on his paint smeared
black face.
Lucille, B.B.’s lady,
talking about “Friends.”
Friends,
I remember them
in the right light
in Friday and Saturday
evening breezes,
harmonizing, signifying, and
guzzling Greystone, Thunderbird,
Ripple and Green Death.
I think about the way
the purple, yellow, read, pink,
and loud sky baby blue slacks, sweaters,
and coats
beamed in the street light’s glow.
The Stacey Adams and alligator shoes
that smiled.
Sweet Charlie,
fried, dyed,
and laid to the side
in a one button Continental suit,
High Boy shirt, wide paisley tie and burgundy
pimp shades, winning every game
at Moon’s Pool Hall.
Cadillac dreamers hanging in there
where we still die unnatural deaths
at the hands of imported cracker cops,
anal retentive educators,
mentally constipated politicians,
and conceptually incarcerated
drug dealers
in a town, in a town, in a town,
in a state, in a state, in a state,
in a nation, in a nation, in a nation,
so bad,
even the birds sing bass.

from The Party Crashers of Paradise

Dedications and memories of Reginald from those who knew him:
from Al Young’s website
from Elmaz Abinader’s blog
from Interchange
More poems by Reginald Lockett
Poets from all around will read from his work on KPFA Radio 94.1fm on May 30th from 12 PM – 1 PM Pacific Time.