{"id":35946,"date":"2006-09-29T11:57:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-29T18:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/?p=35946"},"modified":"2025-02-21T09:31:28","modified_gmt":"2025-02-21T17:31:28","slug":"online-exclusive-a-conversation-with-melissa-kwasny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inside.ewu.edu\/willowspringsmagazine\/online-exclusive-a-conversation-with-melissa-kwasny\/","title":{"rendered":"Online Exclusive: A Conversation with Melissa Kwasny"},"content":{"rendered":"
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MELLISA KWASNY COMES FROM THE GREAT <\/strong>tradition of poets writing in dialogue with the natural world, from the direct-address influence of Sappho, to H.D.’s treatment of nature as a character. Her first book of poems, The Archival Birds<\/em>, was published in 2000 by Bear Star Press, and her latest book, Thistle<\/em> (2006, Lost Horse Press), won the 2005 Idaho Prize for poetry. Kwasny is also the author of two novels, Trees Call for What They Need<\/em> (Spinsters Ink, 1993) and Modern Daughters of the Outlaw West<\/em>, (Spinsters Ink, 1990), and editor of Toward the Open Field: Poets on the Art of Poetry 1800-1950<\/em> (Wesleyan University Press, 2004). Her latest book of poems, Reading Novalis in Montana<\/em>, is due out soon from Milkweed Editions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kwasny was born in Indiana and earned an MFA from the Uni\u00adversity of Montana, where she studied with Patricia Goedicke , Mark Levine, and Greg Pape. She spent ten years in San Francisco teaching in the California Poets in the Schools Program, and now lives outside Jefferson City, Montana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kwasny’s work has appeared in The Bellingham Review<\/em>, Crab Or\u00adchard Review<\/em>, Cutbank<\/em>, Columbia<\/em>, Poetry Northwest<\/em>, Seneca Review<\/em>, Ploughshares<\/em>, Three Penny Review<\/em>, and Willow Springs<\/em> among many other journals. We met with her over lunch in Missoula, Montana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MAYA ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the introduction to Toward The Open Field<\/em>, you talk about the “kind of patterning shaped not by inherited conventions but rather by the specific demands of the individual poem, or poet, or subject.” What is your process of “creating” form?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

MELISSA KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think people who are writing in open form\u2014which most of us are now\u2014are working with an ear to the movement of the poem itself, a processual rhythm. It’s not imposed from without, from traditional forms. Most contemporary poets don’t work with a declared meter, we’re doing it by ear, by how it looks on the page. In theory, it’s weighted, depending on different things\u2014an individual lyricism. I talk as I’m working, sounding things out; the poem’s sound really does depend on that moment. I have certain sounds that are too much mine, of course, and I try to disrupt those. Many writers try to seriously disrupt their own fabric to see what happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For instance, in Thistle, I’m working with a very tight line, tight im\u00adage, eight focus\u2014I’m intimately focused on this one plane, the mullein for instance, so the lines are shorter and the rhythm is very integrated. Once I establish a rhythm, I pretty much stick to it\u2014or if there’s a sound patterning, I stick with it for a while, because I’m in that world for as long as it takes for the poem to be finished. I love that kind of focus, that kind of aesthetic. The paradox is that the tighter the focus, the more it reveals an entire world. But after Thistle,<\/em> I felt the need to bring more experiences into the poems, including my reading, my relation\u00adships, history, world events. The poems in Thistle<\/em> are conversations with planes; I wanted to include the conversations I was having with others, in particular with the writers I was reading. Many of them were poets, but there were also people who were thinking of\u2014for lack of a better word, “nature”\u2014and I wanted to have conversations with chose people. You know, when people read Thistle<\/em>, they say, “There’s no people in this!” Although that’s not true, I wanted to bring more people into the next manuscript, so the lines got longer, the images became more fragmented, there were more of them. And so the voice, the rhythm, changes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Does your use of tercets, with long lines focused around a mid-stanza pivot phrase, grow out of the poem?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m glad you mention nor just the tercet but the turn. I worked with terza rima for a while; in the next manuscript, I have three pages of terza rima. But the turn through images is what I’m working on now. Your emphasis might be on the line break; your emphasis might be more on the different resonances of a particular word or words, more language-based. But it’s important to me to look at image as the way the world talks. The mysteries of the world reveal themselves through close attendance to image\u2014and by image, I mean anything perceived by the senses. With image, we have, “The natural object is always the adequate symbol”\u2014what Pound said\u2014or people say, “It’s going to be able to stand on its own without interpretation.” So we don’t want interpreta\u00adtion, but if the image stands alone, we also notice that it starts to flicker back and forth. Is it a concrete thing? Is it metaphor? Or is it just what I’m seeing? I love that. And on a deeper level, on a phenomenological level, that’s what the world consists of\u2014we see it, and it speaks to us. So, formally, I want to know: If we don’t interpret it, do we leave the symbol to free-float as the symbolises did? How do we move from im\u00adage to image without interpretation? If we leave it to that, how do we see it? Because we do see strings of images. Are they clusters? And if we don’t explain, the tension between emotional statements that aren’t interpreted and image is fascinating to me. I’ve started writing prose poems, because if I get rid of the line breaks, what I have is image and syntax for movement. I’m interested in how the combination of image and emotional statement that doesn’t explain the image work together to get me to the next image.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BRETT ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

How is a prose poem different from a poem with line breaks?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

All you have is a movement forward to rely on for rhythm; it’s all movement forward, because you don’t have line breaks to give you that music. So you have to really concentrate on each sound space. How does this sentence move? Because the problem with rhythm, the problem with space, is that you have to rely on your ear to create it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What we love about poems is the silence in them, and you get that from stanza breaks, line breaks. It’s due to caesuras that form in a line. In a prose poem, you don’t have chose things, so you have to do it with sound, but you also have to do it with the spacing of the image.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You seem to do that by accruing images, and then popping in that big question. And you were talking earlier about making statements without analysis, about allowing image to do the work, and then that voice kind of links your images. Would you like to talk about that ac\u00adcruement and then the voice that comes through questions?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

What comes to mind is the word “trust.” I have something I’m work\u00ading toward now\u2014that I have faith-in-progress, not faith in progress. But my goal is faith-in-process, in the progress of the process. The trust is in the image, and you’re trusting that image, you’re just feeling. Then you have to write the statement that comes through. That’s what the image led you to and so it’s a kind of process. It’s not narrative. The great thing about a prose poem is that it can be prose and disavow narration, which is against its grain-against the grain of its movement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your poetry is filled with plant dialogue\u2014in the “Talk of Trees” section of The Archival Birds<\/em>, and then in Thistle\u2014<\/em>whether the plant speaks or the speaker talks to the plant. How do you respond to argu\u00adments critics make about anthropomorphism?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I addressed that in an essay last summer called “Learning to Speak to Them.” It’s just been published in the magazine, 26.<\/em> It’s a complicated question. Of course I’m interested in some kind of communication, a speaking and a listening, between the human and non-human. I think we really are restricted in our knowledge by being only human. That effort toward communication has been a personal practice of mine\u2014and tied of course to poetry\u2014so with the tree section in Archival Birds<\/em>, a series of poems meditate on, mediate with trees. Thistle<\/em> came out of that experi\u00adence of writing those poems. At some point in this process, the voice becomes indeterminate. We can’t tell\u2014is that you speaking or is that the plant speaking? Is that you listening or is that the plant listening? In a communion, one doesn’t know exactly where the “I” is. I not only have a spiritual interest in that, but also a poetic interest. One could ask, Is it personification? which means you are giving the plant human character\u00adistics. Or is it anthropomorphism? where you are not giving it, but you see everything as human. Or is it metaphor? You know, we say a tree is a metaphor because we want to project human characteristics onto the tree. Or does the tree have something to teach us about being human?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve looked at a lot of traditions. When I was young, I was in love with Native American songs. Chippewa music, Seminole music. I was reading the volumes of beautiful translations by the ethnomusicologist Frances Densmore. Many of the songs have that indeterminate voice\u00ad we don’t know who the speaker is. One of my favorites is called “Owl Woman Song,” and it goes:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How shall I begin my songs
in the blue night that is settling?
In the great night my heart will go out;
toward me the darkness comes rattling.
In the great night my heart will go out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who’s talking here? Is it the owl? Is it the Papago woman named Owl Woman? Is she talking as an owl, or is she talking to a human being as an owl? Or is she pretending she is the owl? You don’t know. It’s dispersed. It’s indeterminate. You don’t know who the conversation is with. And I think about that. While working on my M.F.A., I also was working on a Masters in literature. I studied the imagist poets. There’s a little poem by H.D. called “Oread,” which I love:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whirl up, sea-
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An oread is a Mountain Spirit. Is she conjuring the mountain spirit or is she speaking as the Mountain Spirit? Or is she speaking as a person whom the Mountain Spirit comes to? I don’t know, and I love that flicker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Patricia Goedicke, when I was working on Thistle<\/em>, said, “I’m wor\u00adried about this, because people are going to say, ‘Is this too much like Louise Gliick’s Wild Iris<\/em>?'” But I feel we did two different things, even though I love that book; it’s a gorgeous book, but in some ways it’s a Christian book\u2014in some ways a plane becomes a metaphor for a higher god. And so I thought we were working under very different premises. That’s actually why I wrote the “Wild Iris” poem in Thistle\u2014<\/em>in homage but also because I couldn’t pretend that the book’s not there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s a spiritual impulse in your work\u2014Thistle<\/em> is reminiscent of the Psalms, with its prayer and lamentation, often in the same breath. Is prayer related to poetry?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sure. There’s a wonderful statement by Paul Celan: “Attention is the prayer of the soul.” In some ways, that is what prayer is, our abil\u00adity to attend the moment, to attend to being alive. That we are here is amazing. That you stop and are attendant to that fact. Isn’t it amazing? Isn’t it amazing that tree is here? The capacity to feel that is like prayer. That’s like a psalm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You refer to Emily Dickinson a number of times in Thistle<\/em>. Your poetry, like hers, shares a certain meditative impulse. How has Dickinson influenced your work?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

She’s not a major influence, or one that’s been very conscious to me. I wish I were smart enough to understand her better! [Laughs.] Some of her poems are dear to my heart, and I love the letters. I used to call Thistle<\/em> “Bright Absentee” because of her poem which begins, “I tend my flowers for thee.” But something like that, one line like that, you can carry around for years. And she is concentrated; I can’t read her off the top of my head. Everything is in that one line. Nothingness and everything all in one poem. I wish I could say she’s influenced me more. I feel like H.D. was more of an influence for me. When I was re\u00adally young, I loved Tess Gallagher. When I was an undergraduate at the University of Montana, studying with Richard Hugo, I started reading Gallagher’s book Instructions to the Double<\/em>, and I started writing like her. You don’t even know you’re doing it, but when I look back years later, I realize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poets are often guilty of recycling their obsessive words and images, and these familiar images usually stem from a common source. What is the significance of the blue robe or some of your other obsessions?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, there it is. [Points toward the sky.] It’s part of the earth, and when I discovered the sky was part of the earth, that it came all the way down here, it was amazing to me. It sounds so silly, but we live in this sky. It’s a primary gift. That it’s blue! And not some other awful color, like purple. . .it could be brown, or maroon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We live on a blue planet, because of water\u2014because of the four ele\u00adments and the way that they impact each other, enter each ocher. There’s something about a robe that reveals. lt encloses, but it also reveals. There’s something sexy about it. We want mystery in our lives, and so those small revelations of it are what a lot of people would define as spirit, as something that takes them to the divinity in life. We don’t want big revelations, just little ones to remind us. The robe has something to do with that. And birds. I’m reading an Iranian text, The Conference of the Birds<\/em>. It’s a long poem, and all the birds have to go on this journey to see God. Each one uses a different excuse. One says: “It’s going to be a long trip,” and the nightingale says something like “I’m in love with the earth. I can’t leave her. I don’t want to go on this trip.” And the squirrel says, “I’m just fine here, I don’t need to go on this trip.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In “White Clover,” you write, “You can’t just live here\/ like a swarm of faint-hearted bees,\/ clogged with emotion. But really, what is there to do?” This poem expresses a frustration common to many poets\u2014those moments when our sense of direction leaves us and we flail. How can poetry help?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It can remind us, as poetry does constantly, that our job is to be\u2014to really be\u2014alive to our worlds and our relationships.And once we realize that, people can responsibly say, “I have to be something.” I think all readings of our poetry help us. In that particular poem, I don’t really have an answer, except here it is: it’s in our minds. There is frustration in our world. There seems to be so much that has gone wrong. The poet George Oppen quit writing for thirty years and became a communist and a political activist, and said, “You can’t just use poetry. . .you can’t tell yourself you’re changing the world by writing poems.” If you’re going to change the world, go into the Peace Corps. You’re deceiving yourself I think anything you can do to honor and strengthen the inner life is going to make the world better. The big problem is that we don’t believe in an inner life anymore. The idea of the individual self, the honoring of the individual life, is dissipating in our culture. I like to think poetry helps in that way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ZELLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Regarding the attention to self and its connectivity with the “over\u00ad soul,” in your writing, you seem to have an attention to that larger good outside the self\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of my favorite expressions is from Denise Levertov: “The progression seems clear to me: from Reverence for Life to Attention to Life, from Attention to Life to a highly developed Seeing and Hearing, from Seeing and Hearing (faculties almost indistinguishable for the poet) to the Discovery and Revelation of Form, from Form to Song.” She’s talking about attending to the poem, attending to nature. You know, that attending makes you religious, makes you compassionate I wish I would have said that!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

You mentioned that things have “gone wrong.” What has gone wrong?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

An incredible shamelessness that our country is best. We don’t feel shame that we torture people, we don’t feel any shame or repercussions that we bomb children, that we use depleted uranium. We’ve had this consciousness shift\u2014before, at least people hid these acts. They would have been ashamed of them. Now it’s all done so blatantly. People think it’s okay. And that feels dangerous. A lot has gone bad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ORTLER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In that same vein, do you think the culture’s veering toward enter\u00adtainment, and away from the arts, is emblematic of that shift?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

KWASNY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is evidence of the lack of time for interior life. Rene Char has a beautiful poem in which he asks, “How can we show, without betraying them, those simple things sketched between the twilight and the sky?” He answers, “By the virtue of stubborn life, in the circle of artist Time, between death and beauty.” That wasn’t an esthete; he wasn’t blind to what was happening in the world. In fact, he risked his life as a commander in the French Resistance to the Nazis. At the same time, he was deeply pained and deeply reflective\u2014deeply aware of what he was doing. He was thinking, feeling, being alive inside to the world outside. Attesting to that fact is his incredible Leaves of Hypnos<\/em>. It’s funny. In French, the line reads “Par la verru de la vie obstinee, clans la boucle du Temps artiste.” A friend who has translated Char pointed out to me that the poet is naming Time as an artist\u2014in the circle of Time, who is an artist\u2014whereas I was thinking of Artist-Time as a special kind of time we could choose, that we do choose, a time where one lives in a state of creative attention. I have to say that I’m fond of both interpretations.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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