In 1999, my first writing workshop: Napa Valley Writers’ Conference. Yes, in the Napa Valley. St. Helena. Mark Doty was there. David Lehman. Jane Hirshfield. Richard Bausch. (I always get him and his brother confused, never remembering which one it is I met. Which is terrible, given that we actually had a conversation at the picnic about Atlanta.) Elizabeth McCracken. Lynn Emanuel.
To write this post, I pulled out my file on the conference and found notes on a lecture Richard Bausch gave on the “Value of Exposition vs. Show Don’t Tell.” Which is basically what I wrote my critical essay on for VCFA in January. I didn’t know enough in 1999 to take it all in. Which was not the intended point of this post. Still, a good craft essay is worth rereading every six months or so, when we might be ready to absorb the next piece of the puzzle or when we might be struggling with some new aspect of writing.
In any event, I began this post to write about the poet Lynn Emanuel, who visited VCFA during the winter residency. I had a book of her poetry on my shelf that I had been rereading in the fall even before I knew of her visit. She had signed it, but I couldn’t remember where or when. At some point, I thought: Napa. 1999.
And yes, when I introduced myself after Lynn read on January 7, 2011, she confirmed what I just reconfirmed by pulling out my file. We were both there. In St. Helena at the Napa Valley Writers’ Conference in 1999.
Her book, Then, Suddenly, is filled with poems about writing, about inhabiting the other whom we become as we write. Lovely quotes from Italo Calvino, Albert Einstein. And from Edmond Jabes:
The book is the subject of the book.
Two excerpts from Lynn’s poetry:Far from The Dig and Hotel Fiesta I will study her longing for far, for everything to be more must travel by eye and she (that more distant I) will set no limits Persona from Then, Suddenly … On my finger I bore the tourniquet of his ring, and I was happy inside my lonely rayon blazer when a voice said suddenly– LYNN EMANUEL, IS THAT YOU IN THERE? No, I said, standing there clothed in the raiment of a dead man. No, said the voice of the dead man limping up and down the stairs of my voice. No, No, No, said the voice of the dead man limping down the long dark corridor of my throat. ~cross-posted at Contrary Blog
“…inhabiting the other whom we become as we write…”
These words stood out for me as I read this post, and is the basis for my work this past month: to inhabit the other and to bring forth the experience of the inhabiting so that my readers, for a time, may experience who they are in the inhabiting as well. Today, I’ve explored those who inhabit the world of war, both the ones who are in it, and the ones who are left to wait. Thank you.
Wonderful words, Jodi. Thank you.
Ah, lovely post. Love the blue toenails. 🙂
Thanks : )
Oh my, as a writer of historical fiction this really spoke to me. I’m covered in chills. Thanks for this.
Thanks, Erika. Writing historical fiction would add another cool layer.
And so excited about the publication of your novel(s)!
Lynn’s poetry is wonderfully evocative. Will you be sharing some excerpts from your paper too?
Her poetry is evocative, isn’t it? And I probably will be sharing some excerpts from my paper. Thanks for asking.
I’m a big fan of Lynn Emanuel’s work; if you haven’t checked out her latest book, NOOSE AND HOOK, do so right away. It’s an incredibly inventive, interesting, original creation. I loved it.
Dave, I haven’t read Noose and Hook yet, but it’s on my list. Glad to know how much you liked it.
And thanks for taking the time to leave a comment.