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Rewind-BacktoRealityWhen you make your living working with fiction, every now and then you start to crave something “real.” It’s a deeper feeling than one that’s fixed by a simple switch to reading nonfiction for a while; it’s got more to do with the task itself, the editing, the reading, the beginning with a story and the fact that no matter how well it’s constructed or fixed, that’s what it will be at the end too. There’s something to the idea of creation or discovery that exists only metaphorically in the world of literature but is thankfully quite real in other disciplines.

I always get envious of the scientists when I think like this, particularly cosmologists, the people so often coming up with the raw information that shapes our worldviews. They’re the ones telling us where the current limits of knowledge are, and then expanding them. It’s one thing to speculate in prose or poetry about how the world came to be, or what time actually is; it’s quite another to go out there and get your hands dirty trying to find answers. These are the people formulating from nothing the ideas worth writing the poems and the speculative novels about. Think of the difference between science and science fiction: when you put those terms next to each other, “fiction” becomes less a genre and more of a limiting modifier, doesn’t it? Too often those of us on the writer side forget that our muses usually come from the hard work of other fields.

Forays away from fiction can only serve to help one’s writing and editing. It’s easy to get enraptured in just the world of words, but that world only stands to be enhanced by making sure we’re seeing the boundaries being pushed by fields well beyond our training and experience.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best reviews of books on cosmology and scientific theory:

Review by Rudi Dornemann of Deep Time by Gregory Benford (Fall 1999, online)

Review by N. N. Hooker of Our Posthuman Future by Francis Fukuyama (Summer 2002, online)

Review by Patrick James Dunagan of The Night Sky by Richard Grossinger (Summer 2015, online)

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Rabbit Ears: TV Poems

rabbitearsEdited by Joel Allegretti
New York Quarterly Books ($21.95)

by M. Lock Swingen

Rabbit Ears: TV Poems represents the first poetry anthology about TV, ever. All 129 poems in the anthology, written by an impressive diversity of poetic voices, address the medium of television from every angle. There are, for example, poems about a first encounter with a television set: a father dragging home a furniture-sized mahogany console and installing it in the living room. (Do you remember your first TV?) Another poem recalls watching the reports of John F. Kennedy’s assassination. And if you recall a TV show from your childhood, there is likely a poem written about it in this collection.

The poets here, in other words, address how TV has affected them, their relationships, and even the society we live in. Ellen Bass recounts the formative experience of watching the Miss America Pageant as a little girl. In “How I Became Miss America,” she writes:

There she is, Burt Parks is singing
and I am weeping as her gleaming teeth shine
through the wide open window of her mouth.
When I grow up, I could be her.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
and tonight my tears are hers
as they fall like sequins down those lovely cheekbones.

Rabbit Ears, named after the iconic TV antennae, deploys a multitude of poetic forms ranging from free verse, prose poems, sestinas and sonnets, haiku and senryu, and even poems structured like interviews and screenplays. With its diversity of content and poetic form, Rabbit Ears feels more rich and eclectic than any other poetry anthology on the market.

Admittedly, this claim is bold. After all, there are countless anthologies of poetry that address a vast array of subject matter and material. A quick survey in the Poet’s Corner of my local bookshop, for example, reveals a shelf full of anthologies whose themes range from love poems, war poems, the best poems of the English language, the best poems of a given year, French Symbolists, Asian American poets, seven Texan women, joke poems . . . the list goes on. In short, poetry anthologies are legion. So why is Rabbit Ears the first poetry anthology about TV, ever?

Perhaps it’s because poetry suffers from a burden of nobility. Make no mistake about it, poetry does address the higher pursuits of humanity: our desires, our foibles, the meaning of life, the inevitability of death. Does the utter quotidian banality of watching television, then, stand in direct opposition to poetry’s apparent higher calling? Certainly, there are poems in Rabbit Ears that address the morbidity of television watching—the little deaths we succumb to while tuning in, day in and day out, over our entire lives. Tantra-zawadi, for example, in her poem “Radiator Grooves,” recalls:

Watching Daddy drive up
In his sky blue Belvedere
Lifting a shiny, color television set high in the air
Wonders of Tinkerbell, Mr. Greenjeans, and Captain Kangaroo
The box
Oftentimes entertaining
Mainly gave me the blues.

Of course, demonizing television has always been part of the strange logic of the medium. Since television’s inception, actually, people seemed not to trust it. As Toby Miller recounts in his 2010 book Television Studies: The Basics: “The Director-General of the BBC at the time the new medium was becoming popular . . . refused to have a set in his own home, and instructed TV executives to ensure viewers did not watch it much.” Nothing brings out primal fear like new technology. And yet there is simply no denying that the lion’s share of 20th-century American culture has been expressed and transmitted through the medium of TV.

Indeed, we have imbibed television like a fish takes in water for breath. In his 1993 essay “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction,” David Foster Wallace explains the pervasive effect television has had on American culture at large: “The US generation born after 1950 is the first for whom television was something to be lived with instead of just looked at,” Wallace writes. “For younger writers, TV’s as much a part of reality as Toyotas and gridlock. We literally cannot imagine life without it.” In other words, television is what binds us together, what we have in common. Dana Gioia’s blurb on the back of Rabbit Ears explains the significance of television in our epoch: “What Nature was to the Romantics, the TV screen has become to contemporary Americans—the everyday sensory world that shapes the imagination.” Rabbit Ears represents, then, one of the oldest mediums of art and communication (poetry) engaging with one of the newest.

One of the misconceptions people have about new communication technologies is that they render past communication technologies extinct. Radio killed theater. Television killed radio. The Internet is killing television. E-books are killing the printed page. It’s a classic narrative, but is it really accurate to say TV snuffed out past communication mediums and technologies? In his aforementioned study, Miller argues rather that “TV blended all of them, becoming a warehouse of contemporary culture that converged what had gone before.” Moreover, despite what could be called the television singularity, past communication technologies rarely died out; instead, they shrank to fit particular niches, or even outlived their original functions as their utility evolved. (No one saw the pager and payphone, for example, becoming integral tools in the illegal drug market.) Some think poetry has followed this trajectory—that it has receded permanently into fringe culture, read only by pasty academics, smug dandies, or hipsters looking for an edge. Rabbit Ears suggests the contrary, however—that poetry has reemerged onto the public square, uncompromised by newer communication paradigms.

If television is a warehouse of culture, what happens when we repackage that culture in sonnets? Or when we reinterpret Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the twelfth-century French poetic form of the sestina? Jason Schneiderman’s “The Buffy Sestina” does just that:

Buffy is upstairs sharpening her large collection of stakes
when her mother comes upstairs and says, “Would it be bad,
just this once, not to go out staking vampires again tonight?”
After all—she had just defeated an apocalyptic force! Time
for a break? Buffy never has time for a break. Angle gone,
her stakes sharp, she kisses her mom and hops out the window

Every stanza in a sestina rounds off with the same six end-words, rearranged according to an intricate pattern; as the poem progresses, the end-words build up like surf and clatter against each other in a rich game of wordplay and hyper-nuanced meaning. Critically, the end-words also build a platform for a central theme and a circular narrative to which each stanza consistently returns. In Schneiderman’s sestina, the end-words—“tonight,” “time,” and “window” for example—and those words’ cyclical repetitions seem to echo how the standard TV show also relies on repetition of storyline, plot, and characters from episode to episode. In fact, one could say that the structure of an episodically-formatted TV show platform has its very roots in such poetic form. When a sestina repackages a TV show, then, we see how what is said and how one says it become almost indistinguishable. In “The Buffy Sestina,” the medium becomes the message, and the reader comes away from the poem with a richer understanding of both the sestina as a form and how TV draws more from older artistic mediums than we realize.

And yet, while still lingering in the Poet’s Corner of my local bookstore, I cannot shake the feeling that the vocation of poetry is somehow not up to the formidable task of addressing our culture of television, and as a result the nobility of poetry has been drawn into some kind of uneasy détente with the poems in Rabbit Ears. Compare Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night,” for example, with Aaron Anstett’s poem in the collection, “Self-Portrait as Jackass on Dash Cam.” But then we might recall that in one of his letters, Rilke writes: “Don’t write love poems; avoid those forms that are too facile and ordinary . . . Rescue yourself from these general themes and write about what your everyday life offers you.” Here Rilke unshackles poetry from its gilded throne and claims that poetry can address the more quotidian circumstances of living. In Rabbit Ears poetry engages with these ordinary circumstances, the daily grit, where a considerable portion of our lives is devoted to the watching of television. In his poem “Television,” Bill Zavatsky writes:

There must be something
I want from this television
that leads me to watch it
for hours on end, hovering
at the rim of its well
where the swirl of colored images
almost slakes my thirst
by expanding into a body
of water stirred by an angel
so immense its coast-to-coast
transmission could stop time.
And so it does.

In this sense, Rabbit Ears strikes at the heart of something deeper in our culture than just the current predicament of poetry; the poems here grapple with the unglamorous underbelly of day-to-day living that we all experience, but the poems also are representative of how contemporary culture deals with memory and forgetting. After all, we are a peculiar species of animal that constructs cultural artifacts so as to counteract the natural flow toward forgetfulness and oblivion. Today, however, it seems that we refuse to forget anything—our cultural past is almost uncannily accessible. The culture we experience is not dictated by syndication, relevancy, or even fame. Instead, what we have the luxury of choosing to experience depends upon the desire to dredge it up from collective memory, where it has been outsourced in vast digital warehouses. Recalling his 1950s childhood in America, novelist William Gibson writes in an essay that “the dead were less of a constant presence, then. Because there was once no Rewind button . . . Because there were old men in the mountain valleys of my Virginia childhood who remembered a time before recorded music.” Today, we are left instead with what seems to be an ever-present Now. Our cultural past crowds the margins of collective memory and merely waits to be rummaged through according to even the most desultory whim. We seem not to be able to forget even if we wanted to.

Does the inability to forget explain, for example, Internet memes that replicate themselves ad infinitum? Does our ever-present Now spell out the existence of TV shows like “30 Rock,” which are effectively TV shows about TV shows? If we can access the cultural past so easily, in other words, does that explain the current impulse to produce so much culture about our own culture, poetry about TV? Perhaps Rabbit Ears represents, finally, poetry’s engagement with this ever-present Now. In the anthology’s pitch-perfect Addendum, “There’s Nothing on TV,” Roy Lucianna writes:

I sit vacantly,
In front of the screen.
It’s been hours
And I’ve seen many things
Of interest.
Much music heard,
Words spoken,
Scintillating.
Continuous.

Knowledge, even.
Entertainment,
Reinforcement
For neuroses.
TV lacks nothing.

There’s nothing on TV.

Maybe I should turn it on now,
Just to be sure.

Lucianna describes the rapture of Miller’s television singularity, where all art forms merge. Our culture, literally unforgettable, describes a kind of end point for Lucianna: “TV lacks nothing.” Yet at the same time Lucianna questions this singularity: “There’s nothing on TV.” If TV possesses everything—“Much music heard, / Words spoken . . . Knowledge, even”—what is it about TV that nevertheless leaves us wanting, unsure? Another way of putting the question is: why am I still stooped over this footstool in the Poet’s Corner reading poems about TV, when I could be watching TV?

When the flow of forgetting was relatively unimpeded, a long time ago, we remembered in tiny little capsules of meter, rhyme, and memorable turns of phrase. In other words, we etched language into melody in order not to forget. Before we began storing ourselves in radio, television, and the Internet, we stored ourselves in song.

Despite everything, Rabbit Ears shows us that we still do.

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A Taxonomy of the Space Between Us

taxonomyCaleb Curtiss
Black Lawrence Press ($8.95)

by Robert Manaster

"Even now, I know I could use this moment, / / this dying thing to remember her with, / but I don't want to." Thus, triggered by a dead bird, Caleb Curtiss in A Taxonomy of the Space Between Us resists (yet retains) the memory of his sister's death from a rural car accident. Throughout the chapbook, tension surfaces between presence/memory and absence/forgetting. "Self-Portrait without My Dead Sister," for instance, ironically remembers his sister's absence; in several poems, a left parenthesis without a matching right interrupts a strain of thought, which seems soon forgotten with each successive strain becoming a strand of memory both uncontained and unending:

(a presence that will burn

(long after it's passed

The poems weave details and reflective moments well. The language is plain and effective in resisting the urge to elevate (and overdo) a grief that seems akin to

. . . the chassis
of an overturned car

steadying itself beside a corn field,
a stop sign.

Powerful insights are rooted throughout, often bolstered by Curtiss’s technical skill, which can be seen in the effective enjambment between these stanzas:

I have even learned
to grieve formulaically,
while the function of your absence
has grown less and less

integral to my algorithm: you
aren't even you anymore.

While the book coheres through Curtiss's sister's death and his struggle to contain (or not contain) memory and grief, in some poems, the death's unmentioned. The ghost of the other poems, though, seeps into these "breaks." Only a few parts seem to border on being overdone, as here:

This time you're asleep

and there's nothing I can do to wake you up.

This time you blow by the stop sign and everything's fine.

This time you blow by the stop sign and everything's fine.

This time you blow by the stop sign and everything's fine.

This time you say how tired you are.

Curtiss repeats not once but twice, as if to convince himself things are ok. Absorbed, he seems to forget the reader. The last line, though, redeems this part—his sister, or her spirit, being woken up by the conviction of his wish.

There are poems in varied stanzas, including couplets and double-spaced stanzas, and even an experimental poem with footnotes. One poem employs a definite spatial quality, which proves all the more powerful for its uniqueness in this volume:

Still
the house
Still
the room

. . .

In the mind
Still
Be still
be still

Curtiss (and perhaps the reader) needs the silence between these words. This poem takes chances in filling a poetic void between memory and forgetting, "where there could have been / more than a body fallen, / a body fallen from."

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Evidence of What is Said

evidenceThe Correspondence between Ann Charters and Charles Olson about History and Herman Melville
Ann Charters and Charles Olson
Tavern Books ($17)

by Patrick James Dunagan

In 1992, Penguin Books published The Portable Beat Reader, edited by Ann Charters. Through the rest of the decade and beyond, the book has served as a gateway for countless readers to writings by numerous members of the Beat Generation. That Charters served as editor of the volume is no surprise; ever since her 1973 biography of Jack Kerouac she has been writing and editing books on the Beats. Before making her mark as Beat scholar, however, Charters published her slim yet meaty Olson/Melville: A Study in Affinity with the small press Oyez in 1968. Unlike her books on the Beats, which provide a beginning point of entry for nearly any reader, Olson/Melville is a rarer breed of book best appreciated by readers already dedicated to exploring the work and life of poet Charles Olson (1910-1970), rector during the final years of the now legendary creative arts-focused Black Mountain College and author of The Maximus Poems.

Olson’s 1950 essay “Projective Verse” is the most widely read and recognized of his works; it’s commonly taken to represent the defining statement for those post-World War II poets writing in the outside-the-academy vein as presented in Donald Allen’s anthology New American Poetry: 1945-1960. Yet Olson’s 1947 study of Herman Melville, Call Me Ishmael, is arguably a far more vital and groundbreaking piece of writing. Olson wrote his M.A. thesis at Wesleyan on Melville and began tracking down Melville’s dispersed library, locating volumes in secondhand bookstores and attics throughout New England and New York. He continued his studies towards a doctorate on Melville at Harvard only to abandon them in the process of writing his dissertation. Olson’s primary area of focus was upon the influence that Melville’s reading of Shakespeare played in shaping Moby-Dick. Olson understood that Melville’s discoveries while reading Shakespeare had drastically altered Moby-Dick, and he felt his own writing stymied by the formal expectations at Harvard. He wanted to convey the disruptive connections he’d discovered and knew accomplishing that meant leaving the university. Within the following few years, Olson turned the material gathered for his dissertation into a book which moves freely between the author’s creative will and analytical endeavor.

With Olson/Melville: A Study in Affinity, Charters looks at Call Me Ishmael and how Olson’s work stands in relation to Melville. Compared to more academic studies on Olson there’s a touching quality, an inviting aura of sorts, surrounding this book; used copies regularly pop up for sale around the San Francisco Bay area, offering a reassuring reminder that not all studies of poetry must tidily fit into the rubrics of academic writing. It’s a compact book as well, possessing a personal feel which mellows out the more scholarly passages. This effect is due in large part to the inclusion of photographs Charters took of Olson in and around the environs of his hometown, the one-time fishing mecca of Gloucester, MA, which serves as the inspirational locus for The Maximus Poems. In fact, the photograph of Olson on the beach used on the cover of the University of California Press edition of The Maximus Poems is from this same set—a cropped version decorates the covers of Olson/Melville. On the front are the rocks along the water’s edge while on the back Olson is seen gazing upwards off camera, his beefy fingers holding the ever-present filterless cigarette to his lips.

Over forty years later, Evidence of What Is Said revisits the period of time surrounding the writing of Olson/Melville. Although billed as presenting letters “about History and Herman Melville,” the book contains a good deal more than just that. There’s an introduction by Charters, a nifty memoir that reviews matters arising in the correspondence just before, during, and after the writing and publication of Olson/Melville, including details in regard to her visit with the poet in Gloucester. This is followed by the correspondence itself. Any reader familiar with Olson’s letters will find them much as expected: bombastic and energetic, often fragmentary, never dull. Disputing a claim Charters makes regarding a similarity of argumentative purpose between Olson’s handling of the Freudian trope of killing the father in the “Moses” section of Call Me Ishmael and cannibalism in the opening “First Fact” concerning the travesty of the sailing ship Essex, Olson drives home a clear message: “creatively, one does not repeat.” He would have completed his book as a dissertation if he intended using such rhetorical structure to prove his argument. Charters also includes her brief personal essay “Melville in the Berkshires,” written during the same period as the letters with Olson and undertaken with the “creative freedom and imagination” she found within his work.

In addition, an expanded number of the original photographs, many of which appear to have been previously cropped, are included. It turns out that Olson scholar George Butterick, who edited the complete edition of The Maximus Poems after Olson’s death, was staying with Olson at the time, helping to order the poet’s papers and gathering material for a never realized biography of the poet. In these additional photos he is seen walking with Olson on the streets of Gloucester. The description given by Charters before the trio heads out for a walk is a classic Olson scene:

That afternoon, Charles, George, and I never budged from the kitchen table while our talk went on and on. We consumed endless cups of coffee and, as the hours passed, quite a few shots of Cutty Sark. Late in the afternoon the weather turned chilly. Olson put on an old brown corduroy jacket and George disappeared briefly into his room next door to put on a shirt before we went outside for a walk. Olson had agreed to let me take photographs of him in his Gloucester neighborhood, and I was eager to take advantage of the light during the late afternoon sunshine. . . .
. . . Olson had met the choreographer [Merce Cunningham] at Black Mountain College in 1955, and he gracefully demonstrated the way that Cunningham had taught him to walk with his weight distributed evenly on his two feet.

On the opposing page a snapshot taken by Butterick following behind Olson and Charters shows the pair strolling along a waterfront walkway, the poet’s 6’8” frame towering over the rather petite Charters in a light dress and sandals as Olson firmly plants his feet flatly down one in front of the other, legs slightly crossed, with his arms jetting down and out from his sides. The image is of a monsterish ballerina moving light as air. Added to the essays and letters, such photos make Evidence of What Is Said a book to be cherished by readers interested in all things Olson.

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Moon Up, Past Full

moonupEric Shonkwiler
Alternating Current ($11.99)

by David Nilsen

Eric Shonkwiler’s debut collection Moon Up, Past Full takes up the harsh beauty of the midwest and the gentle misery of its rural working class in a series of stories exploring family, drug and alcohol abuse, violence, and the mere struggle to survive. Occasionally these stories slip into the clichés of the burgeoning rural noir genre, but what distinguishes the collection as a whole is Shonkwiler’s strong narrative sense, his patience in developing the internal tension of his characters, and the roughhewn grace of his prose.

In these fourteen stories, including two pieces of flash fiction and one novella, Shonkwiler begins with simple set-ups for his characters, then tugs at the strings that hold their worlds together until each man or woman is ready to break apart or fight to survive. Often they do both. The slow fuse burning through each story slowly ratchets up the anxiety and tension at the core; Shonkwiler is much less concerned with the outbursts of violence that often define fiction of this type than he is with the fragile strength at the heart of his weatherworn protagonists.

In “Last Snow” a mother takes her young daughter to a state park on a mountain to witness what might be the first and last snow the child ever sees. The story is set a few years into a future when global warming has taken this beauty away from us, and the mother doesn’t want her girl to miss it. The quiet poignancy of the story comes from its whispered specificity; there is no politicizing, and this imagined future is not overrun with zombies or global famine or war. The simple loss of the seasons is enough.

Shonkwiler does give us that darker future, however, in “GO21,” the longest story in the book. An asteroid has hit the earth, and all forms of broadcasting, including cell phones, have been knocked out; the ensuing tale of a small group of adults trying to get to and defend a remote cabin starts out quietly and builds to a terrific crescendo. The story’s genius lies in its subversive ending, which of course can’t be revealed here—suffice it to say this is not the story you think it is.

“Rene” tells the story of a young woman trying to find help for her mother, who has had a bad nosebleed for days. The hospital is useless in helping her; the rumored witch that lives by a river many miles away might not be. Their truck has given up the ghost, so they set out on horseback. Along the way Rene comes to grips with the burdens her mother has laid on her since childhood.

There is a recurring theme in these stories of adult children facing up to the human failures and relational wounds of their parents. Shonkwiler’s characters are often fractured from their families, struggling with loyalty to their parents and siblings while defending their own identities and ethics. This coping with the frequent failure of the endeavor of family is a central and defining characteristic of his writing.

Moon Up, Past Full is a promising debut from Ohio native Shonkwiler. It’s refreshing to read stories like these that aren’t set in the West or the Ozarks or some other well-worn territory of rural noir, but in the heartland states of Ohio and its neighbors. We have stories around here you wouldn’t believe, so Shonkwiler isn’t likely to run out of muses any time soon.

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Great River Road: Memoir and Memory

greatriverroadMadelon Sprengnether
New Rivers Press ($17)

Madelon Sprengnether is a student of memory. Throughout her new memoir, Great River Road, she calls on some of the heavy hitters of the subject—Freud, Proust, neuroscientists—to bolster what she knows from self-study: that past, present, and even future are a flux of experience. In the book’s insightful preface, she describes her book as “an extended meditation on how we make our way through our later lives, incorporating bits and pieces of the ones we’ve already lived, how the remembered past suffuses and enriches the present moment, and how we might imagine a life as an ongoing creation that aims toward a vision of something meaningfully integrated if not whole.” The value placed on integration here isn’t just theoretical but alludes to the trauma of the author’s father’s drowning when she was a girl, which interrupted her sense of being a coherent self and ultimately shaped her interest in this field. The book proves most moving when the reader is able to appreciate how sincere and profound the search for a coherent self-history is for Sprengnether, but too often the reader remains at a remove from the power and significance of the events themselves. Still, Sprengnether is a natural memoirist; she seeks meaning in the stuff of her life (travel, romantic relationships, family) and attempts to build a sturdy self from what she finds.

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FEATURE

To Carry C. D. Wright’s Work Forward, Shining
The loss of a great poet spurs this moving tribute to the necessary work that “puts the self in the now and on the page.”
Essay by Jill Magi

INTERVIEWS

Turning Teaching into Writing: An Interview with Wendy Barker
Poet and professor Wendy Barker discusses her new collection of poems, which focuses on her experiences as a teacher.
Interviewed by Alan Feldman

Surging toward Abjection: An Interview with Alan Sondheim
Two colleagues team up to ask a renowned new media artist, musician, and writer about his work in the virtual world. Interviewed by Maria Damon and Murat Nemet-Nejat

The Pleasure Principle: An Interview with Alfie Bown
Alfie Bown discusses his new book Enjoying It, which addresses the profound question of pleasure and the trend of video game apps with wit and wisdom.
Interviewed by Catherine Wong

FICTION REVIEWS:

Liner Notes
James Brubaker
These thirteen stories explore a fascination with music and pop culture. Reviewed by Alex K. Hughes

Camp Olvido: A Novella
Lawrence Coates
Set in early 1930s central California work camps, this novella follows the tragic lives of migrant workers, their families, and their bullying bosses. Reviewed by Richard Henry

Octavia’s Brood: Science Fiction Stories from Social Justice Movements
Edited by Walidah Imarisha and adrienne maree brown
Two reviewers discuss this anthology of stories inspired by SF master Octavia Butler, taking on matters of race and gender. Reviewed by Jane Franklin and Folake Shoga

The 6:41 to Paris
Jean-Phillippe Blondel
This so-called “psychological thriller” grinds like a bullet train on 19th-century tracks, but despite the historical dynamism that propels the novel, it remains inescapably static and small in its design. Reviewed by Justin Goodman

Moon Up, Past Full
Eric Shonkwiler
In his debut collection Moon Up, Past Full, Shonkwiler takes up the harsh beauty of the Midwest and the gentle misery of its rural working class. Reviewed by David Nilsen

NONFICTION REVIEWS:

The Coyote’s Bicycle
Kimball Taylor
In The Coyote’s Bicycle, the U.S.-Mexico border transforms into both a living creature with a pulsing magnetism and an imaginary architecture of the mind. Reviewed by Emily Loberg

Exit Right: The People Who Left the Left and Reshaped the American Century
Daniel Oppenheimer
With a wealth of research and emotional obedience, Oppenheimer brilliantly traces the pre-conversion stories of six of 20th-century America’s most impactful political creatures: Whittaker Chambers, James Burnham, Ronald Reagan, Norman Podhoretz, David Horowitz, and Christopher Hitchens.  Reviewed by Mark Dunbar

Ted Hughes: The Unauthorised Life
Jonathan Bate
Bate’s new biography challenges the traditional narrative that paints Hughes as one of the most hated men in literary history. Reviewed by Katie Marquette

War Against All Puerto Ricans: Revolution and Terror in America’s Colony
Nelson A. Denis
In this chronicle of horror, Denis recounts the history of America’s oppression of the Puerto Rican people. Reviewed by Spencer Dew

Infamy: The Shocking Story of the Japanese Internment in World War II
Richard Reeves
In his book on one of the dark moments of American history, Reeves traces the racism, discrimination, and hate-mongering that led to the infamous internment camps. Reviewed by Douglas Messerli

Evidence of What Is Said:
The Correspondence between Ann Charters and Charles Olson about History and Herman Melville

Ann Charters and Charles Olson
Over forty years after publishing her slim yet meaty work Olson/Melville, Charters revisits that period of time with Evidence of What is Said through letters and pictures. Reviewed by by Patrick James Dunagan

POETRY REVIEWS:

Latest Volcano
Tana Jean Welch
Welch reveals the gift and power of story with poems lyrically defined by both narrative structure and the convergence of abstract and concrete. Reviewed by Greg Bem

Quiet Book
Pattie McCarthy
Quiet Book considers individual moments of motherhood, moments that have shaped the parameters of history, language, and Western art. Reviewed by Jenny Drai

Splendor
Emily Bludworth de Barrios
These poems delve into defining a life through the prism of envy, ambition, love, and privilege. Reviewed by Ashleigh Lambert

Futures: Poems of the Greek Crisis
Edited and translated by Theodoros Chiotis
This anthology teems with the anger and bitterness that resulted from Greece’s economic turmoil. Reviewed by John Bradley

Feast: Poetry & Recipes for a Full Seating at Dinner
Edited by Diane Goettel and Anneli Matheson
Feast brims with delicious recipes and poetry to match, giving us a glimpse into the various regions of the world of the human spirit. Reviewed by Rahel Jaskow

Rabbit Ears: TV Poems
Edited by Joel Allegretti
The first of its kind, this anthology of TV poems presents a diversity of poetic voices addressing the medium of television from every angle. Reviewed by M. Lock Swingen

CHAPBOOK REVIEWS:

Vox Populi
Virginia Konchan
From the moment the reader embarks upon this poetic voyage of the alphabet, it becomes clear that this poem is a celebration of the various. Reviewed by Larry Sawyer

A Taxonomy of the Space Between Us
Caleb Curtiss
In this stirring collection of poems, Curtiss explores the death of his sister through tension between presence/memory and absence/forgetting. Reviewed by Robert Manaster

VIDEO FEATURE

The Fireman: a video interview with Joe Hill
Rain Taxi editor Eric Lorberer met with Joe Hill to discuss his new novel, literary influences, and comics.

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Rain Taxi editor Eric Lorberer sat down with poet Amber Tamblyn on a book tour for her collection Dark Sparkler to discuss how the dark side of fame can be expressed through poetry and art.

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The Necessity of War Poems

Rewind-warpoemsFor most of us, war exists in our minds as something far away. We hear things, terrible things, but they’re always secondhand, diluted by geography and reporting and the simple fact that for over a decade now, our country has been vaguely and continually “at war.” It’s no longer new, to the point that it’s practically tedious to think about. War has shifted from a terrible finite event to a national state of being.

If hard-won facts, reported stories, and the grainy videos we sometimes get on CNN are losing their ability to move us, poetry still has something to offer. The war poem: it’s practically an oxymoron, isn’t it? It is not hard to imagine a spectrum of human experience in which the two terms exist on opposite ends. For a long while I felt that they should stay that way, far apart; it seemed wrong to fawn over the language or technique of a war poem, glossing over the fact that it arises from many people’s suffering. It felt like one more way to separate war from its own definition.

But then I read Brian Turner’s collection Here, Bullet. It’s graphic and tragic and at times hopeless and at others full of humanity, but more than any of those, it’s true. And so are many other beautifully written collections of war poetry, in the way they reinsert raw imagery and feeling into a term, war, to which we are currently far too desensitized. The poem can get us back to a place of pathos; it can resonate with us in ways that representations of fact never can. In this way, like the machinery and weaponry we too often choose to ignore, the poem built for war is a necessary instrument for these times.

Some of Rain Taxi’s best reviews of war poetry:

Review by Joel Turnipseed of Here, Bullet by Brian Turner (Winter 2005/2006, Online)

Review by Miguel Murphy of Warhorses by Yusef Komunyakaa (Fall 2009, Online)

Review by Jeffrey Alfier of Poets of World War II, edited by Harvey Shapiro (Winter 2003/2004, Online)

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A Blessing

by James Wright

This broadside was printed by DoubleCross Press on the occasion of "Poets of the American Midwest" held at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts on May 14, 2010. The gathering was co-sponsored by Rain Taxi and the Poetry Society of America and honored the 100th anniversary of the PSA.

10" wide by 8" high, letter press limited edition of 200 copies
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The Meteor

by James Tate

44 pages, perfect bound
letterpress cover printed in metallic silver and fireball red.
Limited edition of 336 copies.
Published April 2016

James Tate, who passed away in July 2015, left the world with unpublished work, and we are lucky enough to share these poems with you. In these nineteen never-before-published poems, Tate's genius is apparent as he navigates a confusing world filled with peculiar people who act on unfathomable desires. Measuring a handsome 11.75" high by 7" wide, The Meteor is filled with poems that fall through the sky into your consciousness. After that, it's anybody's guess where they end up.

$20 plus $4 S&H in the U.S. Shipping costs added for overseas shipping.


Published in April 2016. The Meteor launched at an April 23, 2016 tribute event, featuring over two dozen poets who came from around the country to read Tate's poetry and present talks, films, and music in honor of this great poet. See more about Rain Taxi’s celebration of James Tate HERE.