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> <channel><title>Fogged Clarity Podcast</title> <atom:link href="http://foggedclarity.com/feed/podcast/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://foggedclarity.com</link> <description>Interviews, sessions and readings with authors, musicians and poets</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 18:15:50 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=</generator><itunes:new-feed-url>http://foggedclarity.com/podcast/</itunes:new-feed-url> <itunes:summary>Arts Review Fogged Clarity&#039;s interviews with authors, musicians and poets, exclusive acoustic music sessions and poetry readings from some of the world&#039;s most gifted and interesting contemporary creators. TC Boyle, Benjamin Percy, Samantha Farrell, Strand of Oaks, Cryptacize, Bruce Smith, Joe Meno, Olivia Broadfield... plus many more. Hosted by Benjamin Evans, Executive Editor of Fogged Clarity.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:image href="http://foggedclarity.com/images/FC_logo_podcast.jpg" /> <itunes:owner> <itunes:name>Fogged Clarity</itunes:name> <itunes:email>rydaly@gmail.com</itunes:email> </itunes:owner> <managingEditor>rydaly@gmail.com (Fogged Clarity)</managingEditor> <copyright>Fogged Clarity</copyright> <itunes:subtitle>Interviews, sessions and readings with authors, musicians and poets.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:keywords>art, literature, poetry, music, interviews, readings, fogged, clarity, fiction, authors, poets, musicians</itunes:keywords> <image><title>Fogged Clarity Podcast</title> <url>http://foggedclarity.com/images/FC_podcast_sm.png</url><link>http://foggedclarity.com</link> </image> <itunes:category text="Arts"> <itunes:category text="Literature" /> </itunes:category> <itunes:category text="Music" /> <item><title>Andrew Hudgins</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/andrew-hudgins/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/andrew-hudgins/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:35:19 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[American Rendering]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Andrew Hudgins]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ecstatic in the Poison]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Featured interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guggenheim Fellowship]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Harper Lee Award]]></category> <category><![CDATA[National Book Award]]></category> <category><![CDATA[national endowment for the arts]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ohio State]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ryan daly]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Saints and Strangers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Glass Anvil]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Glass Hammer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Pulitzer Prize]]></category> <guid
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id="bio"> <em><strong>Andrew Hudgins</strong> is the author of eight books of poems, including <strong>Saints and Strangers</strong>, <strong>Ecstatic in the Poison</strong>, and most recently <strong>American Rendering: New and Selected Poems</strong>.  He has been a finalist for both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize, won the Harper Lee Award, and has received fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/andrew-hudgins/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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The poet discusses craft, style, and his approach to teaching the art of poetry.
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Andrew Hudgins is the author of eight books of poems, including Saints and Strangers, Ecstatic in the Poison, and most recently American Rendering: New and Selected Poems.  He has been a finalist for both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize, won the Harper Lee Award, and has received fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>23:17</itunes:duration> <rawvoice:poster url="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Hudgins.jpg" /> </item> <item><title>Peter Oppenheimer Hearing the Who Play &#8220;Pinball Wizard&#8221; on a Durango Juke Box Remembers Toddling in Los Alamos</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/peter-oppenheimer-hearing-the-who-play-pinball-wizard-on-a-durango-juke-box-remembers-toddling-in-los-alamos/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/peter-oppenheimer-hearing-the-who-play-pinball-wizard-on-a-durango-juke-box-remembers-toddling-in-los-alamos/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:13:30 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Boston College]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[John M. Anderson]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Peter Oppenheimer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16385</guid> <description><![CDATA[John M. Anderson That world was the ivory v, flush with the basketball floor of the pinball machine—I could open a door. The landscape was painted in that Bad Day at Black Rock matinee poster style with counters ringing tens of thousands of points with the same springing bell sound the Esso gas pumps made [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">John M. Anderson</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>That world was the ivory <em>v</em>, flush with the basketball<br
/> floor of the pinball machine—I could open a door.</p><p>The landscape was painted in that <em>Bad Day at Black Rock</em><br
/> matinee poster style with counters ringing tens</p><p>of thousands of points with the same springing bell<br
/> sound the Esso gas pumps made all the way to L.A.</p><p>My father would have found a percentage in the way<br
/> half of the quark’s globe spins backward in time, back</p><p>just that touch into the twinkling past while the other half<br
/> spins with the rest of us into the future’s dark. Durango’s</p><p>not much given to the Who—got much more George<br
/> Jones and Dolly and Johnny Cash. But this one particle</p><p>made it through the mountains. I could push the lab’s door<br
/> and toddle in where the yellow pollen of the future pulsed</p><p>dull as gold dust on a poker table. The technician would bellow<br
/> and someone would come sweep me like a spill, flipper me out</p><p>the door again. Oh yes, they wanted to keep me far, far from the score.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>John M. Anderson</strong> teaches at Boston College. Featured in both <strong>Poetry Daily</strong> and <strong>Verse Daily</strong>, he has new poems in <strong>Poetry Northwest</strong>, <strong>Spillway</strong>, <strong>Tuesday: An Art Project</strong>, and <strong>Crazyhorse</strong> &#8211;plus a canyonland chapbook, <strong>Dictionary Quilt</strong> (Pudding House, 2007). His manuscript <strong>Alamos: A Chain Reaction</strong> is a ghost story in verse about J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/peter-oppenheimer-hearing-the-who-play-pinball-wizard-on-a-durango-juke-box-remembers-toddling-in-los-alamos/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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That world was the ivory v, flush with the basketball
floor of the pinball machine—I could open a door.
The landscape was painted in that Bad Day at Black Rock
matinee poster style with counters ringing tens
of thousands of points with the same springing bell
sound the Esso gas pumps made all the way to L.A.
My father would have found a percentage in the way
half of the quark’s globe spins backward in time, back
just that touch into the twinkling past while the other half
spins with the rest of us into the future’s dark. Durango’s
not much given to the Who—got much more George
Jones and Dolly and Johnny Cash. But this one particle
made it through the mountains. I could push the lab’s door
and toddle in where the yellow pollen of the future pulsed
dull as gold dust on a poker table. The technician would bellow
and someone would come sweep me like a spill, flipper me out
the door again. Oh yes, they wanted to keep me far, far from the score.
John M. Anderson teaches at Boston College. Featured in both Poetry Daily and Verse Daily, he has new poems in Poetry Northwest, Spillway, Tuesday: An Art Project, and Crazyhorse --plus a canyonland chapbook, Dictionary Quilt (Pudding House, 2007). His manuscript Alamos: A Chain Reaction is a ghost story in verse about J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:18</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Some Version of Late Peter Oppenheimer Up in a Four-Corners Area Loft, Ginger and Sophia Below</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/some-version-of-late-peter-oppenheimer-up-in-a-four-corners-area-loft-ginger-and-sophia-below/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/some-version-of-late-peter-oppenheimer-up-in-a-four-corners-area-loft-ginger-and-sophia-below/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:12:34 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Boston College]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Crazyhorse]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[John M. Anderson]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry Northwest]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Verse Daily]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16381</guid> <description><![CDATA[John M. Anderson The hayloft doors were wide as they’d go and the shining snow on the ground outside crowded the barn ceiling with projected light that rose into those inhabited rafters warm against the slotted wind pouring frost like a hard mist through chinks between the back wall’s warped planks. Shining I entered—ladder, trapdoor—to [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">John M. Anderson</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>The hayloft doors were wide as they’d go and the shining<br
/> snow on the ground outside crowded the barn ceiling<br
/> with projected light that rose into those inhabited rafters warm</p><p>against the slotted wind pouring frost like a hard mist<br
/> through chinks between the back wall’s warped planks. Shining I<br
/> entered—ladder, trapdoor—to bow and scrape among my old shivering</p><p>shadows: myself against the wall, self thrown careless across<br
/> many pale prone selves dead along the granary floor. Self<br
/> squared, baled, divided, reached, consumed by the beasts lounging</p><p>red and speckled in the dark down there. My father would have<br
/> loved this: the glare, the sheer Wallace Stevens “Projection<br
/> A,” “Projection B” Sheeler modernism of it, that math/</p><p>myth/mmm/mothlight something. But he never saw it. He<br
/> was wrapped up with his Key West crew and Jersey intelligentsia.<br
/> I got out of all that soonest and to stay. But don’t think I don’t still hear,</p><p>through the snow’s quiet, <em>boom</em> as of the breakers crashing, <em>boom</em><br
/> breakthroughs long since, hear shades in ancient conversation<br
/> flicker war through our heavy air like sound motes. Fork</p><p>fodder down to the cows and wince at my too-bright dream of him. Work<br
/> myself out, myself loose, my—<em>Ahem, ha! the dust! ha! That’s it, then! Hum.<br
/> We’re finished here for now, ladies. Coming down.</em> Hack myself free of him.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>John M. Anderson</strong> teaches at Boston College. Featured in both <strong>Poetry Daily</strong> and <strong>Verse Daily</strong>, he has new poems in <strong>Poetry Northwest</strong>, <strong>Spillway</strong>, <strong>Tuesday: An Art Project</strong>, and <strong>Crazyhorse</strong> &#8211;plus a canyonland chapbook, <strong>Dictionary Quilt</strong> (Pudding House, 2007). His manuscript <strong>Alamos: A Chain Reaction</strong> is a ghost story in verse about J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/some-version-of-late-peter-oppenheimer-up-in-a-four-corners-area-loft-ginger-and-sophia-below/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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The hayloft doors were wide as they’d go and the shining
snow on the ground outside crowded the barn ceiling
with projected light that rose into those inhabited rafters warm
against the slotted wind pouring frost like a hard mist
through chinks between the back wall’s warped planks. Shining I
entered—ladder, trapdoor—to bow and scrape among my old shivering
shadows: myself against the wall, self thrown careless across
many pale prone selves dead along the granary floor. Self
squared, baled, divided, reached, consumed by the beasts lounging
red and speckled in the dark down there. My father would have
loved this: the glare, the sheer Wallace Stevens “Projection
A,” “Projection B” Sheeler modernism of it, that math/
myth/mmm/mothlight something. But he never saw it. He
was wrapped up with his Key West crew and Jersey intelligentsia.
I got out of all that soonest and to stay. But don’t think I don’t still hear,
through the snow’s quiet, boom as of the breakers crashing, boom
breakthroughs long since, hear shades in ancient conversation
flicker war through our heavy air like sound motes. Fork
fodder down to the cows and wince at my too-bright dream of him. Work
myself out, myself loose, my—Ahem, ha! the dust! ha! That’s it, then! Hum.
We’re finished here for now, ladies. Coming down. Hack myself free of him.
John M. Anderson teaches at Boston College. Featured in both Poetry Daily and Verse Daily, he has new poems in Poetry Northwest, Spillway, Tuesday: An Art Project, and Crazyhorse --plus a canyonland chapbook, Dictionary Quilt (Pudding House, 2007). His manuscript Alamos: A Chain Reaction is a ghost story in verse about J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>2:06</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>&#8220;Follies&#8221;</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/follies/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/follies/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:08:58 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Hayden Carruth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[NYU]]></category> <category><![CDATA[part of the bargain]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Scott Hightower]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16398</guid> <description><![CDATA[Scott Hightower &#8220;What will survive of us is love&#8221; Philip Larkin December, 1971. A light snow. The Taft Hotel. Our room across the street, overlooked the Winter Garden stage door. I was green and this was to be my first taste of Broadway. By the time the lights and trumpets lifted on the “Loveland” number, [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Scott Hightower</h3><div
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id="poem"><p><em>&#8220;What will survive of us is love&#8221;</em><br
/> <strong>Philip Larkin</strong></p><p>December, 1971. A light snow. The Taft Hotel.<br
/> Our room across the street, overlooked<br
/> the Winter Garden stage door. I was green<br
/> and this was to be my first taste of Broadway.<br
/> By the time the lights and trumpets</p><p>lifted on the “Loveland” number,<br
/> I was lost in years monogrammed<br
/> across silk sashes, wigs, and in the follies<br
/> of relationships — only a few going right.<br
/> Are we ever awake, or is all of this dream?</p><p>Not a tiny fleck of foreshadowing that,<br
/> given a handful of years and a little<br
/> more seasoning, this city would become<br
/> my home, the anvil of my art, the abode<br
/> of my glorious ghosts for over thirty years.</p><p>2011, primed with anticipation and an<br
/> entirely new gaggle of friends, I rustle<br
/> in my seat through “the revival;” –– cast,<br
/> lose, and reel, myself back in; once again<br
/> in the bars of “&#8230;spend sleepless nights&#8230;.”</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Scott Hightower</strong> is the author of three books. This fall, <strong>Self-Evident</strong>, his fourth collection stateside, is forthcoming from Barrow Street Press. Early next year, <strong>Oases/Hontanares</strong>, a bi-lingual book, is forthcoming from Devenir, Madrid. Hightower teaches as adjunct faculty at NYU and Drew University. A native of central Texas, he lives in Manhattan and sojourns in Spain.</em></p></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/follies/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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&quot;What will survive of us is love&quot;
Philip Larkin
December, 1971. A light snow. The Taft Hotel.
Our room across the street, overlooked
the Winter Garden stage door. I was green
and this was to be my first taste of Broadway.
By the time the lights and trumpets
lifted on the “Loveland” number,
I was lost in years monogrammed
across silk sashes, wigs, and in the follies
of relationships — only a few going right.
Are we ever awake, or is all of this dream?
Not a tiny fleck of foreshadowing that,
given a handful of years and a little
more seasoning, this city would become
my home, the anvil of my art, the abode
of my glorious ghosts for over thirty years.
2011, primed with anticipation and an
entirely new gaggle of friends, I rustle
in my seat through “the revival;” –– cast,
lose, and reel, myself back in; once again
in the bars of “...spend sleepless nights....”
Scott Hightower is the author of three books. This fall, Self-Evident, his fourth collection stateside, is forthcoming from Barrow Street Press. Early next year, Oases/Hontanares, a bi-lingual book, is forthcoming from Devenir, Madrid. Hightower teaches as adjunct faculty at NYU and Drew University. A native of central Texas, he lives in Manhattan and sojourns in Spain.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:45</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Zeppelin Field at Nurnberg</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/the-zeppelin-field-at-nurnberg/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/the-zeppelin-field-at-nurnberg/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:07:14 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Hayden Carruth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Madrid]]></category> <category><![CDATA[NYC]]></category> <category><![CDATA[part of the bargain]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Scott Hightower]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16405</guid> <description><![CDATA[Scott Hightower Rollerbladers cocooned in earphones occupy the site. A photographer busily shoots a lanky, posing model sporting a clear and extravagant tattoo. I shoot them from overhead; from the platform where the Führer and his industrious cronies stood and spoke, were photographed. A creative break from my own taking in of the expansive scale. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Scott Hightower</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>Rollerbladers cocooned<br
/> in earphones occupy the site.</p><p>A photographer busily shoots<br
/> a lanky, posing model</p><p>sporting a clear and extravagant<br
/> tattoo. I shoot them</p><p>from overhead; from the platform<br
/> where the Führer</p><p>and his industrious cronies stood<br
/> and spoke, were photographed.</p><p>A creative break from my own<br
/> taking in of the expansive scale.</p><p>Like miniature, the imagination<br
/> creates vastness. Millions</p><p>snapped their crisp salutes<br
/> like guillotines. The result</p><p>of the romantic<br
/> madness still hangs</p><p>profound and murderous<br
/> in the air: train cars, camps,</p><p>sequentialling tattoos, gas,<br
/> and reels of propaganda.</p><p>Swans glide and dip between<br
/> the dark silhouettes of trunks;</p><p>the sky and pond are<br
/> opalescent. Hardly concealed</p><p>systemic cruelty contains<br
/> the urban Turkish neighborhoods</p><p>not far away. Let the concrete edges<br
/> of this field continue to crumble.</p><p>We’re thirsty. Time to drive back<br
/> to the power station building—</p><p>Source of light, to make<br
/> transparent part of what it was</p><p>that was being ambitiously<br
/> designed, stoked, and rallied.</p><p>I will cajole someone to take<br
/> a series of photographs of me</p><p>posing outside the converted<br
/> plant. Me: sated, victorious</p><p>and mocking; a ridiculous,<br
/> cheesy pin-up model—</p><p>the latest to strut and plug<br
/> for the kingdom of fast food.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Scott Hightower</strong> is the author of three books. This fall, <strong>Self-Evident</strong>, his fourth collection stateside, is forthcoming from Barrow Street Press. Early next year, <strong>Oases/Hontanares</strong>, a bi-lingual book, is forthcoming from Devenir, Madrid. Hightower teaches as adjunct faculty at NYU and Drew University. A native of central Texas, he lives in Manhattan and sojourns in Spain.</em></p></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/the-zeppelin-field-at-nurnberg/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/February/ScottHightower_Zeppelin.mp3" length="2184388" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Hayden Carruth,Madrid,NYC,part of the bargain,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Scott Hightower</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Scott Hightower Rollerbladers cocooned  in earphones occupy the site.  - A photographer busily shoots  a lanky, posing model  - sporting a clear and extravagant  tattoo. I shoot them  - from overhead; from the platform </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Scott Hightower
Rollerbladers cocooned
in earphones occupy the site.
A photographer busily shoots
a lanky, posing model
sporting a clear and extravagant
tattoo. I shoot them
from overhead; from the platform
where the Führer
and his industrious cronies stood
and spoke, were photographed.
A creative break from my own
taking in of the expansive scale.
Like miniature, the imagination
creates vastness. Millions
snapped their crisp salutes
like guillotines. The result
of the romantic
madness still hangs
profound and murderous
in the air: train cars, camps,
sequentialling tattoos, gas,
and reels of propaganda.
Swans glide and dip between
the dark silhouettes of trunks;
the sky and pond are
opalescent. Hardly concealed
systemic cruelty contains
the urban Turkish neighborhoods
not far away. Let the concrete edges
of this field continue to crumble.
We’re thirsty. Time to drive back
to the power station building—
Source of light, to make
transparent part of what it was
that was being ambitiously
designed, stoked, and rallied.
I will cajole someone to take
a series of photographs of me
posing outside the converted
plant. Me: sated, victorious
and mocking; a ridiculous,
cheesy pin-up model—
the latest to strut and plug
for the kingdom of fast food.
Scott Hightower is the author of three books. This fall, Self-Evident, his fourth collection stateside, is forthcoming from Barrow Street Press. Early next year, Oases/Hontanares, a bi-lingual book, is forthcoming from Devenir, Madrid. Hightower teaches as adjunct faculty at NYU and Drew University. A native of central Texas, he lives in Manhattan and sojourns in Spain.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>2:17</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Much Later</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/much-later/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/much-later/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:06:18 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[American Short Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Georgia Review]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Indiana Review]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jean Kane]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Prairie Schooner]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Vassar College]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16364</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jean Kane It wasn’t a marriage, you said on the phone, because we didn’t always live together. A decade together, a decade ago. Now why should it matter? Still I hadn’t fully understood the complexities of subtraction. Take away Capri, where you convinced me they filmed blue Il Postino. Forget that you asked me to [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Jean Kane</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>It wasn’t  a marriage, you said on the phone, because we didn’t always live together.</p><p>A decade together, a decade ago.   Now why should it matter?</p><p>Still I hadn’t fully understood the complexities of subtraction.</p><p>Take away Capri, where you convinced me they filmed blue <em>Il Postino</em>.</p><p>Forget that you asked me to go there to marry you.  Cancel the grave Don Antonio</p><p>who consented, without all the <em>documente</em>, to join us in Santo Stefano,</p><p>the gold throne chairs at the altar, Umberto&#8217;s Marlboro box</p><p>on the railing,  the soar of <em>Ave Maria</em>.   Cross off</p><p>the knee-high nun who hugged my waist, saying <em>auguri</em>, <em>auguri</em>,</p><p>the arched doorway that rained candied almonds.</p><p> <span
style="padding-left: 200px;">After we came home and made it legal,<span></p><p>a clerk  came out from behind the bulletproof window.</p><p>Shred the  card  he extended, which gave the exact, atomic clock time of our union.</p><p
style="padding-left: 90px;"><p>After  I got off the phone,  I dug out the album, flipped through the pictures</p><p>of  nothing: the one in which you clutched me under the tower, the one of the famous ceramic</p><p>chapel floor of Adam and Even in the garden.</p><p>The one of  impossible rocks in the background between us.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jean Kane</strong> teaches English at Vassar College. Her fiction and poetry have been published in <strong>American Short Fiction</strong>, <strong>Georgia Review</strong>, <strong>Prairie Schooner</strong>, and <strong>Indiana Review</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/much-later/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/February/JeanKane_MuchLater.mp3" length="1497236" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>American Short Fiction,fogged clarity,Georgia Review,Indiana Review,Jean Kane,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Prairie Schooner,Vassar College</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jean Kane It wasn’t  a marriage, you said on the phone, because we didn’t always live together. - A decade together, a decade ago.   Now why should it matter? - Still I hadn’t fully understood the complexities of subtraction.  - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Jean Kane
It wasn’t  a marriage, you said on the phone, because we didn’t always live together.
A decade together, a decade ago.   Now why should it matter?
Still I hadn’t fully understood the complexities of subtraction.
Take away Capri, where you convinced me they filmed blue Il Postino.
Forget that you asked me to go there to marry you.  Cancel the grave Don Antonio
who consented, without all the documente, to join us in Santo Stefano,
the gold throne chairs at the altar, Umberto&#039;s Marlboro box
on the railing,  the soar of  Ave Maria.   Cross off
the knee-high nun who hugged my waist, saying auguri, auguri,
the arched doorway that rained candied almonds.
After we came home and made it legal,
a clerk  came out from behind the bulletproof window.
Shred the  card  he extended, which gave the exact, atomic clock time of our union.
After  I got off the phone,  I dug out the album, flipped through the pictures
of  nothing: the one in which you clutched me under the tower, the one of the famous ceramic
chapel floor of Adam and Even in the garden.
The one of  impossible rocks in the background between us.
Jean Kane teaches English at Vassar College. Her fiction and poetry have been published in American Short Fiction, Georgia Review, Prairie Schooner, and Indiana Review.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:34</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>La graffetta d&#8217;amor</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/la-graffetta-damor/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/la-graffetta-damor/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:05:17 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jean Kane]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Vassar College]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16370</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jean Kane Elbow in elbow, treasure in deskwell, object in perfect embrace of your subject, Beloved. You fasten tumbled sheets, pell mell with dailiness, ordering the old wrecked destiny of hearts. The stubborn staple bites with prongs; undressed corners join one fold as if pretense alone can hold them stable. Your clasp stays firm, or [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Jean Kane</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Elbow in elbow, treasure in deskwell,<br
/> object in perfect embrace of your subject,</p><p><span
style="padding-left: 250px;">Beloved. You fasten tumbled sheets, pell mell<span><br
/> <span
style="padding-left: 250px;">with dailiness, ordering the old wrecked<span></p><p>destiny of hearts. The stubborn staple<br
/> bites with prongs; undressed corners join one fold</p><p><span
style="padding-left: 250px;">as if pretense alone can hold them stable.<span> <span
style="padding-left: 250px;"><em>Your</em> clasp stays firm, or slips off, as you’re told.<span></p><p>My paragon, remain. You may unbend<br
/> your shape, an <em>L</em> or <em>V</em>, to fish lost rings<br
/> from drains, pry out a crumb inbetween keys.<br
/> But stripes and gaudy colors make an end<br
/> of mere display&#8211;their hard enamel clings</p><p><span
style="padding-left: 250px;">like taint.  Repeat pure elegance.  Fix <em>me</em>.<span></p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jean Kane</strong> teaches English at Vassar College. Her fiction and poetry have been published in <strong>American Short Fiction</strong>, <strong>Georgia Review</strong>, <strong>Prairie Schooner</strong>, and <strong>Indiana Review</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/la-graffetta-damor/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/February/JeanKane_LaGraffettaD_amor.mp3" length="953063" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Jean Kane,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Vassar College</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jean Kane Elbow in elbow, treasure in deskwell, object in perfect embrace of your subject, - Beloved. You fasten tumbled sheets, pell mell with dailiness, ordering the old wrecked   - destiny of hearts. The stubborn staple </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Jean Kane
Elbow in elbow, treasure in deskwell,
object in perfect embrace of your subject,
Beloved. You fasten tumbled sheets, pell mell
with dailiness, ordering the old wrecked
destiny of hearts. The stubborn staple
bites with prongs; undressed corners join one fold
as if pretense alone can hold them stable.                                                                                   Your clasp stays firm, or slips off, as you’re told.
My paragon, remain. You may unbend
your shape, an L or V, to fish lost rings
from drains, pry out a crumb inbetween keys.
But stripes and gaudy colors make an end
of mere display--their hard enamel clings
like taint.  Repeat pure elegance.  Fix me.
Jean Kane teaches English at Vassar College. Her fiction and poetry have been published in American Short Fiction, Georgia Review, Prairie Schooner, and Indiana Review.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:00</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/justin-robinson-and-the-mary-annettes/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/justin-robinson-and-the-mary-annettes/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 20:34:43 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bones for Tinder]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Carolina Chocolate Drops]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[grammy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Justin Robinson]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Justin Robinson live]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Mary Annettes]]></category> <category><![CDATA[session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[violin]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16472</guid> <description><![CDATA[The Grammy-winning violinist and his band recorded this lovely three-song set for Fogged Clarity. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>This exclusive studio session is nothing short of lush, and is perhaps one of the most skillfully orchestrated we&#8217;ve featured.</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/JustinRobinson.jpg" alt="Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes" title="JustinRobinson" width="266" height="213" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-16644" /></p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Justin Robinson</strong> is a Grammy Award-winning violinist who played with the Carolina Chocolate Drops before beginning his latest project, Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes. Thus far, the band has released the full-length album <strong>Bones for Tinder</strong>, along with the E.P. <strong>Precious Blood</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2012/01/justin-robinson-and-the-mary-annettes/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2012/JustinRobinson_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="9365360" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>acoustic,Bones for Tinder,Carolina Chocolate Drops,fogged clarity,Fogged Clarity Session,grammy,Justin Robinson,Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes,Justin Robinson live,Mary Annettes,session,violin</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The Grammy-winning violinist and his band recorded this lovely three-song set for Fogged Clarity.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
This exclusive studio session is nothing short of lush, and is perhaps one of the most skillfully orchestrated we&#039;ve featured.
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Justin Robinson is a Grammy Award-winning violinist who played with the Carolina Chocolate Drops before beginning his latest project, Justin Robinson and the Mary Annettes. Thus far, the band has released the full-length album Bones for Tinder, along with the E.P. Precious Blood.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>9:45</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Fence Fragment</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/fence-fragment/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/fence-fragment/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:55:52 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Dennis Mahagin]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fare]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fence Fragment]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Redneck Press]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Robert Frost]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Seattle]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16061</guid> <description><![CDATA[Dennis Mahagin In a parallel universe, expanding not so very fast, Robert Frost is petrified of mowing his own grass, owing to certain seasonal allergies, and the fidelity of blades making a fragrance he longed to know, and chew on every moment turning ceaselessly into the past. Dennis Mahagin is a poet from the Pacific [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Dennis Mahagin</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>In a parallel<br
/> universe, expanding not so very<br
/> fast, Robert Frost is petrified<br
/> of mowing his own</p><p>grass, owing<br
/> to certain seasonal allergies,<br
/> and the fidelity of blades</p><p>making a fragrance he longed<br
/> to know, and chew</p><p>on every<br
/> moment turning<br
/> ceaselessly</p><p>into the past.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Dennis Mahagin</strong> is a poet from the Pacific Northwest. His work has appeared in magazines such as <strong>42opus</strong>, <strong>Exquisite Corpse</strong>, <strong>Night Train</strong>, <strong>Juked</strong>, <strong>Stirring</strong>, <strong>3 A.M.</strong> and <strong>The Nervous Breakdown</strong>, among other journals. His chapbook, entitled <strong>Fare</strong>, is forthcoming in 2012 from Redneck Press. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/fence-fragment/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/January/DennisMahagin_FenceFragment.mp3" length="544298" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Dennis Mahagin,Fare,Fence Fragment,fogged clarity,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Redneck Press,Robert Frost,Seattle</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Dennis Mahagin In a parallel  universe, expanding not so very  fast, Robert Frost is petrified  of mowing his own  - grass, owing  to certain seasonal allergies, and the fidelity of blades - making a fragrance he longed to know,</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Dennis Mahagin
In a parallel
universe, expanding not so very
fast, Robert Frost is petrified
of mowing his own
grass, owing
to certain seasonal allergies,
and the fidelity of blades
making a fragrance he longed
to know, and chew
on every
moment turning
ceaselessly
into the past.
Dennis Mahagin is a poet from the Pacific Northwest. His work has appeared in magazines such as 42opus, Exquisite Corpse, Night Train, Juked, Stirring, 3 A.M. and The Nervous Breakdown, among other journals. His chapbook, entitled Fare, is forthcoming in 2012 from Redneck Press.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>34</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Closure: 1986</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/closure-1986/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/closure-1986/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:55:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Closure: 1986]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Cornell]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Daniel Schwarz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16075</guid> <description><![CDATA[Daniel Schwarz “You&#8217;re interrupting my radio,” she said, as I fell into my easy chair, turned on TV, seeking respite from noise in images. Divorce: Ours more like slow tearing of limb than surgical amputation, more drifting apart than cataclysm. Was it ever passionate attraction that tightens chest, magnetizes eyes? Rather, more moving together gradually [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Daniel Schwarz</h3><div
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id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>“You&#8217;re interrupting<br
/> <em>my</em> radio,” she said,<br
/> as I fell into my easy<br
/> chair, turned on TV,<br
/> seeking respite<br
/> from noise in images.<br
/> Divorce: Ours<br
/> more like slow<br
/> tearing of limb<br
/> than surgical amputation,<br
/> more drifting<br
/> apart than cataclysm.<br
/> Was it ever<br
/> passionate attraction<br
/> that tightens chest,<br
/> magnetizes eyes?  Rather,<br
/> more moving<br
/> together gradually<br
/> to soothe needs,  as if<br
/> burying head under<br
/> comforter on blustery<br
/> dark December night<br
/> awaiting dawn’s<br
/> inevitability.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Daniel R. Schwarz</strong> is Frederic J. Whiton Professor of English Literature and the Stephen H. Weiss Presidential Fellow at Cornell University.  He is the author of numerous books and has published poems in journals throughout the world.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/closure-1986/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/January/DanSchwarz_Closure1986.mp3" length="851912" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Closure: 1986,Cornell,Daniel Schwarz,fogged clarity,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Daniel Schwarz “You&#039;re interrupting my radio,” she said, as I fell into my easy  chair, turned on TV, seeking respite  from noise in images. Divorce: Ours more like slow  tearing of limb than surgical amputation, more drifting </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Daniel Schwarz
“You&#039;re interrupting
my radio,” she said,
as I fell into my easy
chair, turned on TV,
seeking respite
from noise in images.
Divorce: Ours
more like slow
tearing of limb
than surgical amputation,
more drifting
apart than cataclysm.
Was it ever
passionate attraction
that tightens chest,
magnetizes eyes?  Rather,
more moving
together gradually
to soothe needs,  as if
burying head under
comforter on blustery
dark December night
awaiting dawn’s
inevitability.
Daniel R. Schwarz is Frederic J. Whiton Professor of English Literature and the Stephen H. Weiss Presidential Fellow at Cornell University.  He is the author of numerous books and has published poems in journals throughout the world.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>53</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Upon Reading About Frank Lloyd Wright in a Rented Basement Room</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/upon-reading-about-frank-lloyd-wright-in-a-rented-basement-room/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/upon-reading-about-frank-lloyd-wright-in-a-rented-basement-room/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:55:23 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Frank Lloyd Wright]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kurt Lipschutz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rented Basement Room]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16082</guid> <description><![CDATA[klipschutz music by Chuck Prophet Granted, he was stranger than the lot of us. I walked his dizzy plank once in Manhattan. Tell me now can I find peace here underneath This crazy quilt of pipe and restful waste, Not giving a tinker’s dam for a skyline view, Designing my dream house one fever-night at [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">klipschutz<br
/> <span
style="font-size:11px; color:#777777;"><em>music by Chuck Prophet</em></span></h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Granted, he was stranger than the lot of us.<br
/> I walked his dizzy plank once in Manhattan.</p><p>Tell me now can I find peace here underneath<br
/> This crazy quilt of pipe and restful waste,<br
/> Not giving a tinker’s dam for a skyline view,<br
/> Designing my dream house one fever-night at a time?</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>klipschutz</strong> is a poet living in San Francisco.  His poems have appeared in venues ranging from <strong>Poetry</strong> (of Chicago) to <strong>FUCK!</strong> (Tucson), along with many anthologies. His books include <strong>Twilight of the Male Ego</strong> and <strong>The Erection of Scaffolding for the Re-Painting of Heaven by the Lowest Bidder</strong> (o.p.). In 2006, through Luddite Kingdom Press, he issued the collectible <strong>All Roads. . .But This One</strong>.<br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/upon-reading-about-frank-lloyd-wright-in-a-rented-basement-room/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/January/KurtLipschutz_FLW.mp3" length="560648" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Frank Lloyd Wright,Kurt Lipschutz,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Rented Basement Room</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>klipschutz music by Chuck Prophet - Granted, he was stranger than the lot of us. I walked his dizzy plank once in Manhattan. - Tell me now can I find peace here underneath This crazy quilt of pipe and restful waste, </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>klipschutz
music by Chuck Prophet
Granted, he was stranger than the lot of us.
I walked his dizzy plank once in Manhattan.
Tell me now can I find peace here underneath
This crazy quilt of pipe and restful waste,
Not giving a tinker’s dam for a skyline view,
Designing my dream house one fever-night at a time?
klipschutz is a poet living in San Francisco.  His poems have appeared in venues ranging from Poetry (of Chicago) to FUCK! (Tucson), along with many anthologies. His books include Twilight of the Male Ego and The Erection of Scaffolding for the Re-Painting of Heaven by the Lowest Bidder (o.p.). In 2006, through Luddite Kingdom Press, he issued the collectible All Roads. . .But This One.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>35</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Alpha Beta Male</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/the-alpha-beta-male/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/the-alpha-beta-male/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:55:20 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[klipschutz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Francisco]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the alpha beta male]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16088</guid> <description><![CDATA[klipschutz music by Chuck Prophet He dusts and does windows comparison shops can bake a cherry pie served warm right from the sill His whites are white His colors sing opera In his daydreams a jewel thief of hearts. . . Dinner on the table promptly or else And a piquant aroma it is Smell [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">klipschutz<br
/> <span
style="font-size:11px; color:#777777;"><em>music by Chuck Prophet</em></span></h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>He dusts and does windows<br
/> comparison shops<br
/> can bake a cherry pie<br
/> served warm right from the sill</p><p>His whites are white<br
/> His colors sing opera</p><p>In his daydreams a jewel thief of hearts. . .</p><p>Dinner on the table promptly or else<br
/> And a piquant aroma it is<br
/> Smell those bay leaves<br
/> Cover and simmer<br
/> Arrowroot thickens the sauce<br
/> A mad dash of Parmesan<br
/> Voila!</p><p>Dates glance sidelong in vain<br
/> for signs of disarray<br
/> and leave early, feeling<br
/> outflanked? redundant? what?</p><p>While he was out his mother did not call</p><p>Like a sand dab surfing the Discovery Channel<br
/> he follows the stock market tides<br
/> all the while scratching at<br
/> his existential itch</p><p>Without surgery or prosthesis,<br
/> loin of his fragrant loins,<br
/> coupon clipper, redeemer extraordinaire—<br
/> he has become his own Little Woman</p><p>Hardbound books on either side of a double bed:</p><p><em>The Courage To Be Intimate<br
/> Shoot The Wounded, Hold The Guilt<br
/> </em></p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>klipschutz</strong> is a poet living in San Francisco.  His poems have appeared in venues ranging from <strong>Poetry</strong> (of Chicago) to <strong>FUCK!</strong> (Tucson), along with many anthologies. His books include <strong>Twilight of the Male Ego</strong> and <strong>The Erection of Scaffolding for the Re-Painting of Heaven by the Lowest Bidder</strong> (o.p.). In 2006, through Luddite Kingdom Press, he issued the collectible <strong>All Roads. . .But This One</strong>.<br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/the-alpha-beta-male/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2012/January/KurtLipschutz_AlphaBetaMale.mp3" length="1228921" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,klipschutz,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,San Francisco,the alpha beta male</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>klipschutz music by Chuck Prophet He dusts and does windows comparison shops can bake a cherry pie served warm right from the sill - His whites are white His colors sing opera - In his daydreams a jewel thief of hearts. . . - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>klipschutz
music by Chuck Prophet
He dusts and does windows
comparison shops
can bake a cherry pie
served warm right from the sill
His whites are white
His colors sing opera
In his daydreams a jewel thief of hearts. . .
Dinner on the table promptly or else
And a piquant aroma it is
Smell those bay leaves
Cover and simmer
Arrowroot thickens the sauce
A mad dash of Parmesan
Voila!
Dates glance sidelong in vain
for signs of disarray
and leave early, feeling
outflanked? redundant? what?
While he was out his mother did not call
Like a sand dab surfing the Discovery Channel
he follows the stock market tides
all the while scratching at
his existential itch
Without surgery or prosthesis,
loin of his fragrant loins,
coupon clipper, redeemer extraordinaire—
he has become his own Little Woman
Hardbound books on either side of a double bed:
The Courage To Be Intimate
Shoot The Wounded, Hold The Guilt
klipschutz is a poet living in San Francisco.  His poems have appeared in venues ranging from Poetry (of Chicago) to FUCK! (Tucson), along with many anthologies. His books include Twilight of the Male Ego and The Erection of Scaffolding for the Re-Painting of Heaven by the Lowest Bidder (o.p.). In 2006, through Luddite Kingdom Press, he issued the collectible All Roads. . .But This One.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:17</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Bruce Snider</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/bruce-snider/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/bruce-snider/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Ryan Daly</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bruce Snider]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Felix Pollak]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[James Merrill House]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize]]></category> <category><![CDATA[LSU Press]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ninth Letter]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Paradise Indiana]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Francisco]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Year We Studied Women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Wallace Stegner Fellow]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/bruce-snider/</guid> <description><![CDATA[Poet Bruce Snider talks about the experiences that shaped his prize-winning collection "Paradise, Indiana." ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>The winner of the 2011 Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize and former Stegner Fellow discusses his latest collection, <em>Paradise, Indiana</em>.</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Snider.jpg" alt="Bruce Snider" title="Bruce Snider" width="300" height="300" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-16110" /></p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Bruce Snider</strong> is the author of two poetry collections, <strong>Paradise, Indiana</strong>, winner of the 2011 Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize, and <strong>The Year We Studied Women</strong>, winner of the Felix Pollak Prize in Poetry. His poems and non-fiction have appeared in the <strong>American Poetry Review</strong>, <strong>Southern Review</strong>, <strong>Ploughshares</strong>, <strong>Gettysburg Review</strong> and <strong>Ninth Letter</strong>, among other journals.  A former Wallace Stegner Fellow, he has been writer-in-residence at the James Merrill House in Stonington, CT as well as at the Amy Clampitt House in Lenox, MA.  He currently lives in San Francisco and teaches at Stanford University.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/bruce-snider/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2012/January/BruceSnider_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="25536598" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio interview,Bruce Snider,Felix Pollak,fogged clarity,Interviews,James Merrill House,Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize,LSU Press,Ninth Letter,Paradise Indiana,poem,poems</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Poet Bruce Snider talks about the experiences that shaped his prize-winning collection &quot;Paradise, Indiana.&quot;</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
The winner of the 2011 Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize and former Stegner Fellow discusses his latest collection, Paradise, Indiana.
(http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Snider.jpg)
Bruce Snider is the author of two poetry collections, Paradise, Indiana, winner of the 2011 Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize, and The Year We Studied Women, winner of the Felix Pollak Prize in Poetry. His poems and non-fiction have appeared in the American Poetry Review, Southern Review, Ploughshares, Gettysburg Review and Ninth Letter, among other journals.  A former Wallace Stegner Fellow, he has been writer-in-residence at the James Merrill House in Stonington, CT as well as at the Amy Clampitt House in Lenox, MA.  He currently lives in San Francisco and teaches at Stanford University.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>26:36</itunes:duration> <rawvoice:poster url="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Snider.jpg" /> </item> <item><title>Win Peter Winters</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/win-peter-winters/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/win-peter-winters/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 17:55:16 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[chamber folk]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Chris Bell]]></category> <category><![CDATA[classical]]></category> <category><![CDATA[exclusive studio session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[studio session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[upstate New York]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Win Peter Winters]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=16254</guid> <description><![CDATA[Chris Bell of Win Peter Winters stripped it down to record this exclusive Fogged Clarity Session. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Below can be found a seamless three-song studio session from Chris Bell of Win Peter Winters.</p><div
id="attachment_16274" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/ChristopherBell_byJonathanFin.jpg" alt="" title="ChristopherBell_byJonathanFin" width="300" height="339" class="size-full wp-image-16274" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Jonathan Fin</p></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Win Peter Winters</strong> is a chamber folk band from Upstate New York and led by Chris Bell.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/12/win-peter-winters/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2012/WinPeterWinters_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="10697381" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>chamber folk,Chris Bell,classical,exclusive studio session,fogged clarity,Fogged Clarity music,Fogged Clarity Session,music,studio session,upstate New York,Win Peter Winters</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Chris Bell of Win Peter Winters stripped it down to record this exclusive Fogged Clarity Session.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
Below can be found a seamless three-song studio session from Chris Bell of Win Peter Winters.
Win Peter Winters is a chamber folk band from Upstate New York and led by Chris Bell.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>11:09</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Bob Hicok</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/bob-hicok/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/bob-hicok/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 04:10:39 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bob Hicok]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guggenheim Fellowship]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guggenheim Foundation]]></category> <category><![CDATA[NEA fellowship]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[reading]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Best American Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Legend of Light]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The New Yorker]]></category> <category><![CDATA[This Clumsy Living]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Virginia Tech]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Words for Empty and Words for Full]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15902</guid> <description><![CDATA[The award-winning poet sits down to discuss his life and work.   ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>The prolific poet sits down to discuss his roots, his process, and the importance of closure.  During the course of this interview Mr. Hicok reads his poems &#8220;Making the list I will never make&#8221; and &#8220;Happy anniversary.&#8221;</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/bobhicok.jpg" alt="Bob Hicok" title="bobhicok" width="270" height="272" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-15968" /></p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Bob Hicok</strong> is the author of six collections of poetry, including his most recent, <strong>Words For Empty And Words For Full</strong>.  He is the recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and The National Endowment for the Arts, and his poems have appeared in <strong>The New Yorker</strong>, <strong>Poetry</strong> and <strong>The Paris Review</strong>, along with seven editions of <strong>The Best American Poetry</strong>.  He lives and teaches in Virginia.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/bob-hicok/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/December/BobHicok_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="27726287" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Bob Hicok,Guggenheim Fellowship,Guggenheim Foundation,NEA fellowship,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,reading,The Best American Poetry,The Legend of Light,The New Yorker</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The award-winning poet sits down to discuss his life and work.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
The prolific poet sits down to discuss his roots, his process, and the importance of closure.  During the course of this interview Mr. Hicok reads his poems &quot;Making the list I will never make&quot; and &quot;Happy anniversary.&quot;
(http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/bobhicok.jpg)
Bob Hicok is the author of six collections of poetry, including his most recent, Words For Empty And Words For Full.  He is the recipient of fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation and The National Endowment for the Arts, and his poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry and The Paris Review, along with seven editions of The Best American Poetry.  He lives and teaches in Virginia.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>28:53</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Daniel Knox</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/daniel-knox/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/daniel-knox/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 04:10:36 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Chicago]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Daniel Knox]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Evryman for himself]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[La-Societe Expeditionnaire]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Live Session]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15879</guid> <description><![CDATA[Few artists in contemporary recording meld poetic narrative and musical accomplishment as well as songwriter and pianist Daniel Knox. This exclusive session evidences the skill and haunting poignancy of a truly original musician.]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Few artists in contemporary recording meld poetic narrative and musical accomplishment as well as songwriter and pianist Daniel Knox. This exclusive session recorded outside Chicago once again evidences the skill and haunting poignancy of a truly original musician.</p><p>1.&#8221;Yet Another One For You&#8221;<br
/> 2.&#8221;Hahahospital&#8221;<br
/> 3.&#8221;Untitled Waltz&#8221;</p><p><em>*This session was recorded by Garret Hammond at The Brill Basement Recording Studio in Downers Grove, IL.</em></p><div
id="attachment_15888" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 560px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/danielKnox_byJohnAtwood.jpg" alt="Daniel Knox" title="danielKnox_byJohnAtwood" width="550" height="300" class="size-full wp-image-15888" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: John Atwood</p></div><p>As an artist in residence at Robert Wilson&#8217;s Watermill Center, Daniel Knox will complete a long-form piece of music based on the work of photographer John Atwood. The piece will premiere at the 92YTribeca in January 2012 along with the opening of an exhibition of Atwood&#8217;s photos. More info and tickets available at <a
href="http://www.92y.org/Tribeca/Event/Daniel-Knox--John-Atwood.aspx" alt="92y.org">92y.org</a></p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Daniel Knox</strong> is a pianist and vocalist living and composing in Chicago. To date, he has released the first two albums&#8211;<strong>Disaster</strong> and <strong>Evryman For Himself</strong>&#8211;of his planned trilogy.  Knox has performed alongside Rufus Wainwright, Imogen Heap and Jarvis Cocker, among many other acts.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/11/daniel-knox/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2011/DanielKnox_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="9356227" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Chicago,Daniel Knox,Evryman for himself,fogged clarity,Fogged Clarity Session,La-Societe Expeditionnaire,Live Session</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Few artists in contemporary recording meld poetic narrative and musical accomplishment as well as songwriter and pianist Daniel Knox. This exclusive session evidences the skill and haunting poignancy of a truly original musician.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
Few artists in contemporary recording meld poetic narrative and musical accomplishment as well as songwriter and pianist Daniel Knox. This exclusive session recorded outside Chicago once again evidences the skill and haunting poignancy of a truly original musician.
1.&quot;Yet Another One For You&quot;
2.&quot;Hahahospital&quot;
3.&quot;Untitled Waltz&quot;
*This session was recorded by Garret Hammond at The Brill Basement Recording Studio in Downers Grove, IL.
As an artist in residence at Robert Wilson&#039;s Watermill Center, Daniel Knox will complete a long-form piece of music based on the work of photographer John Atwood. The piece will premiere at the 92YTribeca in January 2012 along with the opening of an exhibition of Atwood&#039;s photos. More info and tickets available at 92y.org (http://www.92y.org/Tribeca/Event/Daniel-Knox--John-Atwood.aspx)
Daniel Knox is a pianist and vocalist living and composing in Chicago. To date, he has released the first two albums--Disaster and Evryman For Himself--of his planned trilogy.  Knox has performed alongside Rufus Wainwright, Imogen Heap and Jarvis Cocker, among many other acts.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>9:45</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Ehud Havazelet</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ehud-havazelet/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ehud-havazelet/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:35:46 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[author]]></category> <category><![CDATA[authors]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bearing the Body]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ehud Havazelet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guggenheim Fellowship]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Gurov in Manhattan]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Like Never before]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oregon]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Short Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[short story]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Best American Short Stories 2011]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[What is it then between us?]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Whiting Writers' Award]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15681</guid> <description><![CDATA[Fresh off his publication in "The Best American Short Stories 2011," the award-winning author discusses John Cheever, New York City, and the search for truth. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="attachment_15748" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 210px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/ehud.jpg" alt="Ehud Havazelet" title="ehud" width="200" height="200" class="size-full wp-image-15748" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Sigrid Estrada</p></div><p>In an intimate interview, the award-winning author discusses his process, growth, and the relationship between creation and mortality.</p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Ehud Havazelet</strong> is the author the story collections <strong>What is it then between us?</strong> and <strong>Like Never Before</strong>, as well as the novel, <strong>Bearing the Body</strong>.  He is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Writer&#8217;s Award, and a Rockefeller Foundation Fellowship.  His short fiction has appeared in <strong>The Missouri Review</strong>, <strong>TriQuarterly</strong>, and <strong>The Southern Review</strong>, and his latest story, &#8220;Gurov in Manhattan,&#8221; was recently anthologized in <strong>The Best American Short Stories 2011</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ehud-havazelet/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/November/EhudHavazelet_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="47956353" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio,audio interview,author,authors,Bearing the Body,Ehud Havazelet,fiction,fogged clarity,Guggenheim Fellowship,Gurov in Manhattan,Interview,Like Never before</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Fresh off his publication in &quot;The Best American Short Stories 2011,&quot; the award-winning author discusses John Cheever, New York City, and the search for truth.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
In an intimate interview, the award-winning author discusses his process, growth, and the relationship between creation and mortality.
Ehud Havazelet is the author the story collections What is it then between us? and Like Never Before, as well as the novel, Bearing the Body.  He is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Whiting Writer&#039;s Award, and a Rockefeller Foundation Fellowship.  His short fiction has appeared in The Missouri Review, TriQuarterly, and The Southern Review, and his latest story, &quot;Gurov in Manhattan,&quot; was recently anthologized in The Best American Short Stories 2011.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>49:57</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Bufo periglenes (Golden Toad)</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/bufo-periglenes-golden-toad/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/bufo-periglenes-golden-toad/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lisa Sewell]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Name Withheld]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Way Out]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Villanova]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15609</guid> <description><![CDATA[Lisa Sewell Because his screech is melody and we are all in jeopardy and all have golden toadsongs semaphoring in our throats. Because the golden toad teaches us to flirt with day-Glo explosive breeding excess and to only emerge between the dry and the wet— though in the end all his flaxen chorusing could bring [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Lisa Sewell</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>Because his screech is melody and we are all in jeopardy<br
/> and all have golden toadsongs semaphoring in our throats.</p><p>Because the golden toad teaches us to flirt with day-Glo<br
/> explosive breeding excess and to only emerge between the dry and the wet—</p><p>though in the end all his flaxen chorusing could bring<br
/> no darker gravid female to climb, to clutch and hang upon</p><p>and his protective skin was also lung and kidney<br
/> a failed-canary early-warning for these coal mine days.</p><p>Because the true toad occurs on every continent except Australia<br
/> and Antarctica, and is toothless and sleek, deaf and mute</p><p>and all the scientists admit there was nothing like it anyone<br
/> had ever seen and nothing anyone will ever see again</p><p>we must memorize the numbers of decline: from three hundred or more<br
/> in each small pond, to twelve the next year, then one lone male in 1989.</p><p>and must not conjugate them into present tense<br
/> or in the understory and gnarled roots of the elfin forests.</p><p>Bring us back to the border of that April-May window and temporary pool,<br
/> to the small and bright gold enameled orange hue</p><p>that occasionally called out, perfectly patient, perfectly still,<br
/> before the end of that wild dangerous ride</p><p>like the second plague from Revelations in reverse<br
/> or the frog-in-the-moon eclipsing back into the oblivion of a black, human magic,</p><p>before the extremely dry El Nino year, the desiccation and larvae ungrown<br
/> before that fungus and blight as in a spell from Tubal and Jabal</p><p>could be ushered across oceans, on airplanes<br
/> in the dirt beneath our fingernails and the dust</p><p>lining the Vibram-soled hiking boots<br
/> of the new conquistadors.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Lisa Sewell</strong> is the author of two books of poems, <strong>The Way Out</strong> (Alice James Books), <strong>Name Withheld</strong> (Four Way Books) and a chapbook, <strong>Long Corridor</strong> (Seven Kitchens Press), which won the 2009 Keystone Chapbook Award. She is also co-editor with Claudia Rankine of <strong>American Poets in the 21st Century: The New Poetics</strong> (Wesleyan UP 2007) and <strong>Eleven More American Women Poets in the 21st Century</strong>, forthcoming from Wesleyan in 2012. Her recent work has appeared in <strong>Colorado Review</strong>, <strong>Tampa Review</strong>, <strong>American Letters and Commentary</strong>, <strong>Denver Quarterly</strong>, <strong>New Letters</strong> and <strong>The Journal</strong>. She lives in Philadelphia and teaches at Villanova University.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/bufo-periglenes-golden-toad/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/November/Sewell_BufoPeriglenes.mp3" length="2540066" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Lisa Sewell,Name Withheld,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,The Way Out,Villanova</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Lisa Sewell Because his screech is melody and we are all in jeopardy and all have golden toadsongs semaphoring in our throats. - Because the golden toad teaches us to flirt with day-Glo  explosive breeding excess and to only emerge betw...</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Lisa Sewell
Because his screech is melody and we are all in jeopardy
and all have golden toadsongs semaphoring in our throats.
Because the golden toad teaches us to flirt with day-Glo
explosive breeding excess and to only emerge between the dry and the wet—
though in the end all his flaxen chorusing could bring
no darker gravid female to climb, to clutch and hang upon
and his protective skin was also lung and kidney
a failed-canary early-warning for these coal mine days.
Because the true toad occurs on every continent except Australia
and Antarctica, and is toothless and sleek, deaf and mute
and all the scientists admit there was nothing like it anyone
had ever seen and nothing anyone will ever see again
we must memorize the numbers of decline: from three hundred or more
in each small pond, to twelve the next year, then one lone male in 1989.
and must not conjugate them into present tense
or in the understory and gnarled roots of the elfin forests.
Bring us back to the border of that April-May window and temporary pool,
to the small and bright gold enameled orange hue
that occasionally called out, perfectly patient, perfectly still,
before the end of that wild dangerous ride
like the second plague from Revelations in reverse
or the frog-in-the-moon eclipsing back into the oblivion of a black, human magic,
before the extremely dry El Nino year, the desiccation and larvae ungrown
before that fungus and blight as in a spell from Tubal and Jabal
could be ushered across oceans, on airplanes
in the dirt beneath our fingernails and the dust
lining the Vibram-soled hiking boots
of the new conquistadors.
Lisa Sewell is the author of two books of poems, The Way Out (Alice James Books), Name Withheld (Four Way Books) and a chapbook, Long Corridor (Seven Kitchens Press), which won the 2009 Keystone Chapbook Award. She is also co-editor with Claudia Rankine of American Poets in the 21st Century: The New Poetics (Wesleyan UP 2007) and Eleven More American Women Poets in the 21st Century, forthcoming from Wesleyan in 2012. Her recent work has appeared in Colorado Review, Tampa Review, American Letters and Commentary, Denver Quarterly, New Letters and The Journal. She lives in Philadelphia and teaches at Villanova University.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>2:39</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Unholy Ordnance</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/unholy-ordnance/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/unholy-ordnance/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:30:57 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lara Dolphin]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Unholy Ordnance]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15590</guid> <description><![CDATA[Lara Dolphin I look at my life before the war, chockablock with prayer requests, holy tomes and communion with a higher power. Then alightment on the field of battle rifle-ready, rucksack-relaying clad from helmet to combat boots in digital camo and body armor. From insurgent alleyways through booby-trapped homes, we skirted IEDs and spider holes. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Lara Dolphin</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>I look at my life before the war,<br
/> chockablock with prayer requests, holy tomes<br
/> and communion with a higher power.<br
/> Then alightment on the field of battle<br
/> rifle-ready, rucksack-relaying<br
/> clad from helmet to combat boots<br
/> in digital camo and body armor.<br
/> From insurgent alleyways<br
/> through booby-trapped homes,<br
/> we skirted IEDs and spider holes.<br
/> Fortified behind Jersey barricades,<br
/> we waited for grenades to come.<br
/> I remember the barrage of artillery,<br
/> MK-77s<br
/> and bodies shrouded in white phosphorous haze.<br
/> Now I carry only shell-shocked faith<br
/> and an intractable belief<br
/> that God’s promise is subject to the evidence.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Lara Dolphin</strong> is a freelance writer. Her work has appeared in many print and online publications, including <strong>Pulse Literary Journal</strong>, <strong>River Poets Journal</strong>, <strong>The Foliate Oak Literary Journal</strong> and <strong>Calliope</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/unholy-ordnance/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/November/UnholyOrdnance.mp3" length="905414" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Lara Dolphin,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Unholy Ordnance</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Lara Dolphin - I look at my life before the war, chockablock with prayer requests, holy tomes and communion with a higher power. Then alightment on the field of battle rifle-ready, rucksack-relaying clad from helmet to combat boots </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Lara Dolphin
I look at my life before the war,
chockablock with prayer requests, holy tomes
and communion with a higher power.
Then alightment on the field of battle
rifle-ready, rucksack-relaying
clad from helmet to combat boots
in digital camo and body armor.
From insurgent alleyways
through booby-trapped homes,
we skirted IEDs and spider holes.
Fortified behind Jersey barricades,
we waited for grenades to come.
I remember the barrage of artillery,
MK-77s
and bodies shrouded in white phosphorous haze.
Now I carry only shell-shocked faith
and an intractable belief
that God’s promise is subject to the evidence.
Lara Dolphin is a freelance writer. Her work has appeared in many print and online publications, including Pulse Literary Journal, River Poets Journal, The Foliate Oak Literary Journal and Calliope.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>57</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Ceiling Corners of the Existential</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ceiling-corners-of-the-existential/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ceiling-corners-of-the-existential/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:30:53 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ceiling Corners of the Existential]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Dave Malone]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ozarks]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15560</guid> <description><![CDATA[Dave Malone I wake up in my bedroom not knowing. It’s unclear if you’re stargazing outside the tent in that shitty park in Tonganoxie, Kansas. Or if you’re naked, fridge-side rummaging for milk and any sliver of chocolate kindness. It’s so unclear I get lost in tracing the topography of the white ceiling. Tiny roads, [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Dave Malone</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>I wake up in my bedroom not knowing.<br
/> It’s unclear if you’re stargazing<br
/> outside the tent in that shitty park<br
/> in Tonganoxie, Kansas. Or if you’re naked,<br
/> fridge-side rummaging for milk and any<br
/> sliver of chocolate kindness.</p><p>It’s so unclear I get lost<br
/> in tracing the topography of the white ceiling.<br
/> Tiny roads, mountains loom.<br
/> I can’t tell if I’m above all of it, gazing down,<br
/> or if I’m beneath it somehow,<br
/> hugging inside the earth’s endoderm<br
/> where I suffocate above core and mantle,<br
/> eager to surface like bluebirds I saw hatch once.<br
/> Milky bodies, blind, dumb birds.</p><p>I don’t hear you.<br
/> Absence of kitchen door percussion<br
/> that cuts out sleep. And I don’t feel you<br
/> outside, your pose tilted as if you could<br
/> catch Orion raining on your forehead.<br
/> Only this white haze of mountain<br
/> and country road that fades out<br
/> as it reaches the corners.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Dave Malone</strong> is the author of several books of poetry and a new ebook series, <strong>Seasons in Love</strong> (Trask Road Press), available at Smashwords and Kindle. His poems have appeared in <strong>Cave Region Review</strong>, <strong>decomP</strong>, <strong>Elder Mountain: Journal of Ozark Studies</strong>, <strong>Mid Rivers Review</strong>, <strong>San Pedro River Review</strong>, <strong>Spindrift</strong>, and <strong>Word Riot</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/ceiling-corners-of-the-existential/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/November/Malone_CeilingCorners.mp3" length="1123189" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Ceiling Corners of the Existential,Dave Malone,fogged clarity,Ozarks,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Dave Malone - I wake up in my bedroom not knowing. It’s unclear if you’re stargazing outside the tent in that shitty park in Tonganoxie, Kansas. Or if you’re naked, fridge-side rummaging for milk and any sliver of chocolate kindness. </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Dave Malone
I wake up in my bedroom not knowing.
It’s unclear if you’re stargazing
outside the tent in that shitty park
in Tonganoxie, Kansas. Or if you’re naked,
fridge-side rummaging for milk and any
sliver of chocolate kindness.
It’s so unclear I get lost
in tracing the topography of the white ceiling.
Tiny roads, mountains loom.
I can’t tell if I’m above all of it, gazing down,
or if I’m beneath it somehow,
hugging inside the earth’s endoderm
where I suffocate above core and mantle,
eager to surface like bluebirds I saw hatch once.
Milky bodies, blind, dumb birds.
I don’t hear you.
Absence of kitchen door percussion
that cuts out sleep. And I don’t feel you
outside, your pose tilted as if you could
catch Orion raining on your forehead.
Only this white haze of mountain
and country road that fades out
as it reaches the corners.
Dave Malone is the author of several books of poetry and a new ebook series, Seasons in Love (Trask Road Press), available at Smashwords and Kindle. His poems have appeared in Cave Region Review, decomP, Elder Mountain: Journal of Ozark Studies, Mid Rivers Review, San Pedro River Review, Spindrift, and Word Riot.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Feeling that Nobody Will Ever Like You</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/the-feeling-that-nobody-will-ever-like-you/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/the-feeling-that-nobody-will-ever-like-you/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 22:30:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Beloit]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oregon Literary Review]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sasha Debevec-McKenney]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15594</guid> <description><![CDATA[Sasha Debevec-McKenney like in every other New England town a plaque at any place a founding father once slept the marble fountain running steady on the green Where four girls rolled down the windows of a red Geo Metro and drove it at the fastest speed I could walk – a boulder rolling downhill knocking [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Sasha Debevec-McKenney</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>like in every other New England town</p><p>a plaque at any place a founding father once slept<br
/> the marble fountain running steady on the green</p><p>Where four girls rolled down the windows of a red Geo Metro and drove it at the fastest<br
/> <span
style="padding-left: 60px;">speed I could walk –<span></p><p>a boulder rolling downhill</p><p>knocking over piles of firewood<br
/> and plastic three-wheelers<br
/> crushing it all underneath</p><p>Two blocks away<br
/> a scattering of tobacco barns<br
/> a boarding school<br
/> crowded with sons and daughters<br
/> of Middle Eastern Royalty</p><p
style="text-align: center;"><strong>+</strong></p><p>I once wrote a letter to Barry Bonds:<br
/> “Do you ever get the sense<br
/> that your head will never stop growing?<br
/> Do you remember that long<br
/> fly ball at the 2002 All-Star Game,</p><p>the one Torii Hunter stopped<br
/> from being a homerun?<br
/> It was the first beautiful thing I had ever seen</p><p>Do you ever get the feeling<br
/> that nobody will ever like you?”</p><p>Seven years later, standing alone at the front of a cafeteria hugging the<br
/> <span
style="padding-left: 60px;">Autobiography of Theodore Roosevelt<span></p><p>as if in front of Mount Rushmore, I look up</p><p>waiting for the first<br
/> weekend in April<br
/> the first pitch</p><p>for Minnesota to drift East<br
/> and knock New England<br
/> off the map</p><p
style="text-align: center;"><strong>+</strong></p><p>Moving faster towards home</p><p>A boulder rolling downhill</p><p>They stuck their heads out of the open windows and made sure I knew what was wrong<br
/> <span
style="padding-left: 60px;">with me<span></p><p>How do you learn what isn’t?</p><p>The sidewalk breaking in half<br
/> stones jumping up to hit my ankles</p><p>Fast, or<br
/> the places to hide</p><p>disappear</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Sasha Debevec-McKenney</strong> was a National Foundation for Advancement in the Arts youngARTS finalist. Her poems have appeared in <strong>Lambda Literary&#8217;s Poetry Spotlight</strong> and <strong>Oregon Literary Review</strong>. In 2008, she was a featured reader at the Sunken Garden Poetry Festival Night of Fresh Voices. </em></p></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/10/the-feeling-that-nobody-will-ever-like-you/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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like in every other New England town
a plaque at any place a founding father once slept
the marble fountain running steady on the green
Where four girls rolled down the windows of a red Geo Metro and drove it at the fastest
speed I could walk –
a boulder rolling downhill
knocking over piles of firewood
and plastic three-wheelers
crushing it all underneath
Two blocks away
a scattering of tobacco barns
a boarding school
crowded with sons and daughters
of Middle Eastern Royalty
+
I once wrote a letter to Barry Bonds:
“Do you ever get the sense
that your head will never stop growing?
Do you remember that long
fly ball at the 2002 All-Star Game,
the one Torii Hunter stopped
from being a homerun?
It was the first beautiful thing I had ever seen
Do you ever get the feeling
that nobody will ever like you?”
Seven years later, standing alone at the front of a cafeteria hugging the
Autobiography of Theodore Roosevelt
as if in front of Mount Rushmore, I look up
waiting for the first
weekend in April
the first pitch
for Minnesota to drift East
and knock New England
off the map
+
Moving faster towards home
A boulder rolling downhill
They stuck their heads out of the open windows and made sure I knew what was wrong
with me
How do you learn what isn’t?
The sidewalk breaking in half
stones jumping up to hit my ankles
Fast, or
the places to hide
disappear
Sasha Debevec-McKenney was a National Foundation for Advancement in the Arts youngARTS finalist. Her poems have appeared in Lambda Literary&#039;s Poetry Spotlight and Oregon Literary Review. In 2008, she was a featured reader at the Sunken Garden Poetry Festival Night of Fresh Voices.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:50</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jeffrey Eugenides</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/jeffrey-eugenides/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/jeffrey-eugenides/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:39:01 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[conversation with Jeffrey Eugenides]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Coppola]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Detroit]]></category> <category><![CDATA[discussion]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jeffrey Eugenides]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jonathan Franzen]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Junot Diaz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kirsten Dunst]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Michigan]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Middlesex]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Princeton]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Princeton University]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Pulitzer Prize]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sophia Coppola]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Marriage Plot]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Virgin Suicides]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15278</guid> <description><![CDATA[An exclusive audio interview with Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist and Michigan native Jeffrey Eugenides. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Days before the release of his new novel, <em>The Marriage Plot</em>, author Jeffery Eugenides sits down to discuss his craft, approach, and the premise behind his forthcoming book.</p><p
align="left"><p><strong><em>*Listen to an excerpt from &#8220;The Marriage Plot&#8221;</em></strong><a
href="http://www.foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/October/MarriagePlot_webclip.mp3">Download audio file (MarriagePlot_webclip.mp3)</a></p><p
align="left"><p><strong><em>*Purchase &#8220;The Marriage Plot&#8221; <a
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/> </strong></p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/eugenides.jpg" alt="Jeffrey Eugenides Interview" title="eugenides" width="516" height="516" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-15405" /></p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Jeffrey Eugenides</strong> is an American author born in Detroit and now teaching at Princeton.  He is the author of three novels: <strong>The Virgin Suicides</strong>, <strong>Middlesex</strong>, and <strong>The Marriage Plot</strong>.  Winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for <strong>Middlesex</strong>, Eugenides is also the recipient of a Guggenheim fellowship, an NEA fellowship, a Whiting Writer&#8217;s Award, and the Henry D. Vursell Memorial Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, among other honors.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/jeffrey-eugenides/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/October/JeffreyEugenides_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="31169860" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio interview,conversation with Jeffrey Eugenides,Coppola,Detroit,discussion,Interview,Jeffrey Eugenides,Jonathan Franzen,Junot Diaz,Kirsten Dunst,Michigan,Middlesex</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>An exclusive audio interview with Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist and Michigan native Jeffrey Eugenides.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
Days before the release of his new novel, The Marriage Plot, author Jeffery Eugenides sits down to discuss his craft, approach, and the premise behind his forthcoming book.
*Listen to an excerpt from &quot;The Marriage Plot&quot;
*Purchase &quot;The Marriage Plot&quot; here (http://www.amazon.com/Marriage-Plot-Novel-Jeffrey-Eugenides/dp/0374203059).
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Jeffrey Eugenides is an American author born in Detroit and now teaching at Princeton.  He is the author of three novels: The Virgin Suicides, Middlesex, and The Marriage Plot.  Winner of the 2003 Pulitzer Prize for Middlesex, Eugenides is also the recipient of a Guggenheim fellowship, an NEA fellowship, a Whiting Writer&#039;s Award, and the Henry D. Vursell Memorial Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, among other honors.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>32:28</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Torn</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/torn/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/torn/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:15:32 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Allison Grayhurst]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Torn]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Toronto]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15251</guid> <description><![CDATA[Allison Grayhurst I know the vines that pin a desire to the dirt. I walk the miles of compulsive destruction and the weeping despair that laps all light from the stream. I sit bound to the spot. In and out of days with blood under my fingernails and hands that can’t stay still. Have I [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Allison Grayhurst</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>I know the vines<br
/> that pin a desire to the dirt.<br
/> I walk the miles of compulsive<br
/> destruction and the weeping despair<br
/> that laps all light from the stream.<br
/> I sit bound to the spot. In and out<br
/> of days with blood under my fingernails<br
/> and hands that can’t stay still.<br
/> Have I not given enough? Have I placed<br
/> meaning in the marketplace or belief in the computer-screen throne<br
/> of inner Armageddon? Like a split<br
/> artichoke, my shadow lands on stone and on grass.<br
/> It is only shadow but heavy<br
/> in its dues.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Allison Grayhurst</strong> is a poet living in Toronto.  Her work has appeared in <strong>The Antigonish Review</strong>, <strong>Dalhousie Review</strong>, <strong>The New Quarterly</strong>, <strong>Wascana Review</strong>, <strong>Poetry Nottingham International</strong>, <strong>The Cape Rock</strong> and <strong>White Wall Review</strong>, among other places. Her book, <strong>Somewhere Falling</strong>, was published by Beach Holme Publishers in Vancouver in 1995.<br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/torn/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/October/AllisonGrayhurst_Torn.mp3" length="598208" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Allison Grayhurst,fogged clarity,poem,poet,Poetry,Torn,Toronto</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Allison Grayhurst - I know the vines that pin a desire to the dirt. I walk the miles of compulsive destruction and the weeping despair that laps all light from the stream. I sit bound to the spot. In and out </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Allison Grayhurst
I know the vines
that pin a desire to the dirt.
I walk the miles of compulsive
destruction and the weeping despair
that laps all light from the stream.
I sit bound to the spot. In and out
of days with blood under my fingernails
and hands that can’t stay still.
Have I not given enough? Have I placed
meaning in the marketplace or belief in the computer-screen throne
of inner Armageddon? Like a split
artichoke, my shadow lands on stone and on grass.
It is only shadow but heavy
in its dues.
Allison Grayhurst is a poet living in Toronto.  Her work has appeared in The Antigonish Review, Dalhousie Review, The New Quarterly, Wascana Review, Poetry Nottingham International, The Cape Rock and White Wall Review, among other places. Her book, Somewhere Falling, was published by Beach Holme Publishers in Vancouver in 1995.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>37</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Flipping (Bulimia) with Isaac Murphy</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/flipping-bulimia-with-isaac-murphy/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/flipping-bulimia-with-isaac-murphy/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:15:30 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bulimia]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Flipping]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Isaac Murphy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jacob McCall]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jacob T. McCall]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rutgers]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15227</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jacob T. McCall They say my hands are strong enough to draw blood on the bits in a colt&#8217;s   mouth. They don’t notice  how I will only eat collards   for a month before the post-date.   As trainers pace chestnut geldings and smoky colts over   the Kentucky clay, training them for the derby, I [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Jacob T. McCall</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>They say my hands are strong enough<br
/> to draw blood on the bits in a colt&#8217;s  </p><p>mouth.</p><p>They don’t notice <br
/> how I will only eat<br
/> collards  <br
/> for a month before the post-date.  </p><p>As trainers pace chestnut<br
/> geldings and smoky colts over<br
/>  <br
/> the Kentucky clay, training them<br
/> for the derby, I rise by moonlight<br
/>  <br
/> and pass out my strength to the soil<br
/> below the outhouse. My race has<br
/>  <br
/> only given me the notices<br
/> of <em>Darkie</em> or <em>Boy</em> and a good<br
/>  <br
/> piece of the purse. My race has given<br
/> me hands big enough to hold <br
/>  <br
/> the rein and whip. My race has given<br
/> me the blessing of running<br
/>  <br
/> myself to death to make weight.<br
/> Isn’t that what race is about?</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jacob T. McCall</strong> is a graduate of Rutgers-Newark M.F.A. Program. His work has appeared in <strong>Future Earth Magazine</strong> and <strong>The Ampersand</strong>. He is currently researching and writing a chapbook, <strong>American Snapmare</strong>, on violence, mental illness and the African-American experience.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/flipping-bulimia-with-isaac-murphy/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/October/IsaacMurphy_FlippingBulimia.mp3" length="894132" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Bulimia,Flipping,fogged clarity,Isaac Murphy,Jacob McCall,Jacob T. McCall,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,Rutgers</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jacob T. McCall - They say my hands are strong enough to draw blood on the bits in a colt&#039;s   - mouth.  - They don’t notice   how I will only eat collards   for a month before the post-date.   - As trainers pace chestnut </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Jacob T. McCall
They say my hands are strong enough
to draw blood on the bits in a colt&#039;s  
mouth.
They don’t notice 
how I will only eat
collards  
for a month before the post-date.  
As trainers pace chestnut
geldings and smoky colts over
 
the Kentucky clay, training them
for the derby, I rise by moonlight
 
and pass out my strength to the soil
below the outhouse. My race has
 
only given me the notices
of Darkie or Boy and a good
 
piece of the purse. My race has given
me hands big enough to hold 
 
the rein and whip. My race has given
me the blessing of running
 
myself to death to make weight.
Isn’t that what race is about?
Jacob T. McCall is a graduate of Rutgers-Newark M.F.A. Program. His work has appeared in Future Earth Magazine and The Ampersand. He is currently researching and writing a chapbook, American Snapmare, on violence, mental illness and the African-American experience.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>56</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Lament</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/lament/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/lament/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:15:27 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Carl Swart]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lament]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oregon]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Oregon]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15337</guid> <description><![CDATA[Carl Swart Night has carried her breath from her Like gypsy moths dancing in snow, That floated down the lattice while she dreamt Of pink-tinged canna lilies opening at sunrise, And out in the field a hollow bell rang, Its song drifting over the red wheat. By the moon’s dim lantern, her mother’s Storm-filled throat [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Carl Swart</h3><div
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id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Night has carried her breath from her<br
/> Like gypsy moths dancing in snow,<br
/> That floated down the lattice while she dreamt<br
/> Of pink-tinged canna lilies opening at sunrise,</p><p>And out in the field a hollow bell rang,<br
/> Its song drifting over the red wheat.<br
/> By the moon’s dim lantern, her mother’s<br
/> Storm-filled throat spilled harmony.</p><p>The truant spirit with sly white fingers<br
/> Poured like milk through stray grains of rye,<br
/> Milk in the highway that stretched to night<br
/> Where friendless streetlamps burn. It opened</p><p>Over empty rooms of childhood,<br
/> The tire swing twisting from the willow.<br
/> And the dreams of her father, who rises each day<br
/> Bearing witness to mile-long stretches of grasslands</p><p>And the gray dearth of flowers, whisper<br
/> With the shivering wheat of her departure,<br
/> How drought will blister summer’s harvest<br
/> And wildfires weave the ashes into sky.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Carl Swart</strong> grew up on the Great Plains in the shadow of drilling rigs, machine shops, and feed mills. He earned his BA in English at the University of Oklahoma. He currently is an MFA candidate at the University of Oregon, where he also works as a professor of creative writing and English.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/lament/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/October/CarlSwart_lament.mp3" length="964335" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Carl Swart,fogged clarity,Lament,Oregon,poem,poet,Poetry,University of Oregon</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Carl Swart Night has carried her breath from her Like gypsy moths dancing in snow, That floated down the lattice while she dreamt Of pink-tinged canna lilies opening at sunrise, - And out in the field a hollow bell rang, </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Carl Swart
Night has carried her breath from her
Like gypsy moths dancing in snow,
That floated down the lattice while she dreamt
Of pink-tinged canna lilies opening at sunrise,
And out in the field a hollow bell rang,
Its song drifting over the red wheat.
By the moon’s dim lantern, her mother’s
Storm-filled throat spilled harmony.
The truant spirit with sly white fingers
Poured like milk through stray grains of rye,
Milk in the highway that stretched to night
Where friendless streetlamps burn. It opened
Over empty rooms of childhood,
The tire swing twisting from the willow.
And the dreams of her father, who rises each day
Bearing witness to mile-long stretches of grasslands
And the gray dearth of flowers, whisper
With the shivering wheat of her departure,
How drought will blister summer’s harvest
And wildfires weave the ashes into sky.
Carl Swart grew up on the Great Plains in the shadow of drilling rigs, machine shops, and feed mills. He earned his BA in English at the University of Oklahoma. He currently is an MFA candidate at the University of Oregon, where he also works as a professor of creative writing and English.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:00</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Katharine Whalen</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-session/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-session/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:15:19 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Her Fascinators]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Katharine Whalen]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Katharine Whalen and her Fascinators]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Madly Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[North Carolina]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songs]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Squirrel Nut Zippers]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15287</guid> <description><![CDATA[The former Squirrel Nut Zippers singer records three acoustic tracks from her new album, "Madly Love."]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>The North Carolina songwriter and former singer and banjoist of the Squirrel Nut Zippers records three acoustic tracks for this Clarity Session.</p><p>1.  Same Turning In Place<br
/> 2.  Mother&#8217;s Day<br
/> 3.  Gasoline</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/katharineWhalen1.jpg" alt="Katharine Whalen Session" title="katharineWhalen1" width="449" height="449" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-15432" /></p><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li><a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/madly-love/">Madly Love</a></li><li>Listen to our <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/">an interview with Katharine Whalen</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Katharine Whalen</strong> is a musician living and working in North Carolina.  After a long stint with the band Squirrel Nut Zippers &#8212; which included appearances on <strong>A Prairie Home Companion</strong>, <strong>The Tonight Show</strong>, <strong>Late Night with David Letterman</strong> and <strong>Conan O&#8217;Brien</strong> &#8212; Whalen moved on to embark on several solo projects, the most recent of which is her album, <strong>Madly Love</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-session/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2011/KatharineWhalen_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="7993711" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>acoustic session,audio,fogged clarity,Fogged Clarity Sessions,Her Fascinators,Katharine Whalen,Katharine Whalen and her Fascinators,Madly Love,music,North Carolina,Songs,Squirrel Nut Zippers</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The former Squirrel Nut Zippers singer records three acoustic tracks from her new album, &quot;Madly Love.&quot;</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
The North Carolina songwriter and former singer and banjoist of the Squirrel Nut Zippers records three acoustic tracks for this Clarity Session.
1.  Same Turning In Place
2.  Mother&#039;s Day
3.  Gasoline
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Also in This Issue:
* Madly Love (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/madly-love/)
* Listen to our an interview with Katharine Whalen (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/)
Katharine Whalen is a musician living and working in North Carolina.  After a long stint with the band Squirrel Nut Zippers -- which included appearances on A Prairie Home Companion, The Tonight Show, Late Night with David Letterman and Conan O&#039;Brien -- Whalen moved on to embark on several solo projects, the most recent of which is her album, Madly Love.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>8:20</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Katharine Whalen</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 00:15:06 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Conan O'Brien]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Katharine Whalen]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Katharine Whalen and her Fascinators]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Leno]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Madly Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[musician]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Squirrel Nut Zippers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15308</guid> <description><![CDATA[Musician Katharine Whalen discusses the influences behind her new album, Madly Love.]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
class="center">Musician Katharine Whalen discusses the influences behind her new album, <em>Madly Love</em>.</div><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/katharineWhalen.jpg" alt="Katharine Whalen" title="katharineWhalen" width="400" height="534" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-15399" /></p><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li><a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/madly-love/">Madly Love</a></li><li>Listen to our <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/">an interview with Katharine Whalen</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Katharine Whalen</strong> is a musician living and working in North Carolina.  After a long stint with the band Squirrel Nut Zippers &#8212; which included appearances on <strong>A Prairie Home Companion</strong>, <strong>The Tonight Show</strong>, <strong>Late Night with David Letterman</strong> and <strong>Conan O&#8217;Brien</strong> &#8212; Whalen moved on to embark on several solo projects, the most recent of which is her album, <strong>Madly Love</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/October/KatharinWhalen_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="12536820" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio interview,Conan O&#039;Brien,fogged clarity,Interviews,Katharine Whalen,Katharine Whalen and her Fascinators,Leno,Madly Love,music,musician,Squirrel Nut Zippers,The Fogged Clarity Interview</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Musician Katharine Whalen discusses the influences behind her new album, Madly Love.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
Musician Katharine Whalen discusses the influences behind her new album, Madly Love.
(http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/katharineWhalen.jpg)
Also in This Issue:
* Madly Love (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/madly-love/)
* Listen to our an interview with Katharine Whalen (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/09/katharine-whalen-interview/)
Katharine Whalen is a musician living and working in North Carolina.  After a long stint with the band Squirrel Nut Zippers -- which included appearances on A Prairie Home Companion, The Tonight Show, Late Night with David Letterman and Conan O&#039;Brien -- Whalen moved on to embark on several solo projects, the most recent of which is her album, Madly Love.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>13:04</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Will Oldham II</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/will-oldham-ii/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/will-oldham-ii/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 04:00:45 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[beware]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bonnie "Prince" Billy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bonnie Prince Billy audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bonnie Prince Billy interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Drag City]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Drag City Records]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Greatest Palace Music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[I see a darkness]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Joanna Newsom]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lie down in the light]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Palace Bros.]]></category> <category><![CDATA[palace brothers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ray Kurzweil]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Cairo Gang]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Letting Go]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The New Yorker]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Singularity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[There is no one what will take care of you]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Wai Notes]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Will Oldham]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Will Oldham audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Will Oldham II]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Will Oldham Interview]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=15007</guid> <description><![CDATA[Will Oldham joins me again, and this interview gives me chills.  In an inspiring and introspective conversation, one of America's greatest songwriters thoughtfully discusses tenets by which he works and lives, and why fear isn't in the cards.  ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"><em>Note: This interview contains explicit language.</em></div><div
class="center"></div><p>A look into the mind of a great artist, and a great man.  This one should be listened to in its entirety.</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/willOldham.jpg" alt="Will Oldham Interview" title="willOldham" width="550" height="376" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-15114" /></p><hr
style="width:100%" /> <strong>TRANSCRIPTION</strong></p><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> I’m Ben Evans and you’re listening to <em>Fogged Clarity</em>.  This evening I’m pleased once again to be joined by prolific songwriter Will Oldham.  Will, thanks for taking the time.</p><p><strong>Will Oldham:</strong> Thanks for hollerin&#8217; at me, its funny cause I always think of it as fogg-ed.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It can be pronounced either way, the ambiguity I guess is something that fits the name itself.</p><p>Well, over the past couple of months I’ve found myself going back to a lot of your older work.  And perhaps it’s where I am in my own life right now, but a couple of your past album titles have just now struck me as particularly resonant.  The first is: “<em>There is No One What Will Take Care of You</em>,” and I know one could interpret this as a suggestion to seek a truth outside of the divine.  But I guess I’ve come to view the title as an assertion of the spirit of self-reliance you seem to embody.  Can you talk about the title a little bit, and am I even close?</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft"> This is like a nightmare, a waking nightmare where you&#8217;re testing yourself, and the only way you can earn what you&#8217;ve always wanted to do is by breaking through this eleventh hour doubt and doing it. Then you deserve it.</div><p><strong>WO:</strong> I believe so, say the song &#8220;(I Was Drunk At The) Pulpit&#8221;—and the title of that record is something that I get worried about every now and again, just in terms of: Where did it come from and where did it take a person to have that stated so clearly? On some levels it&#8217;s sort of the braggarts version of the already bragging phrase &#8220;If you want something done right you have to do it yourself.&#8221; At the end of the day, you don&#8217;t have to want something done at all, there are not eyes watching over you, but there are not really eyes watching you either.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That&#8217;s fucking insightful. So the compulsion to act and to do something great, if I might, must come from within, and no one’s expecting it; or, you have no obligation outside of yourself, you have that obligation, perhaps, to yourself?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> You make the world—with enough strength and enough luck you make the world that you live in.  If you accept that there’s participation to be done and an existence to be had—I tend to think there is only one way I want to go through this existence and that&#8217;s with my eyes open and my chest out as much as possible.  That&#8217;s how I&#8217;d like to.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, Will. Fuck yeah, man, I could not agree more, and this ties into the other album title I&#8217;ve thought a lot about, &#8220;<em>The Letting Go</em>.&#8221; It seems to me that every man or woman has to come to a point in their own life where they must learn to let go of guilt or anguish or triviality in order to progress and to move forward.  I don&#8217;t know if that&#8217;s where that title came from?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> It seems like there&#8217;s a crucial time, which for some people can come way too early and can throw shit way out of whack, but there&#8217;s a crucial time in which you feel like your paying attention to the rules of others so much and, which is important because there is a lot of existence to get through and it would be stupid to try to get through it without some sense of cooperation and some sense of community, but at a certain point it&#8217;s letting go of learning what other people do and saying: From now on I&#8217;m going to take everything I&#8217;ve learned up to this point and go, and go forward with it.  It&#8217;s kind of a turning inward with ideally some degree of faith and respect still to the outer world, but saying: You know, I&#8217;ve spent so much time looking out, now I&#8217;m going to sorta fly blind for as long as possible with the idea that I&#8217;ve been in training to live.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight"> I&#8217;m thrilled at most corners that I turn walking down the street, I’m thrilled by most pages I turn when I’m reading a book thinking of what it&#8217;s going to show and what it&#8217;s going to make possible for tomorrow.  Its wondrous I guess.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> Absolutely.  I find one of my own weaknesses is I&#8217;m too impressionable, something someone says to me can circulate in my head for days and prove to be an impediment in my own life, and I&#8217;m only now learning to shut that out. I wonder if you ever experience that, or if at times in your life there are certain books or films or music that you try to avoid because your not prepared or you don&#8217;t necessarily want to go into that state of mind, or that place, or where that piece of media will take you?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Oh for sure, all of the time.  All of the time.  But I don&#8217;t like the idea that that&#8217;s a willful ignorance, I like the idea that that’s not denying any kind of engagement.   And so sometimes that means if I&#8217;m going to say no to this experience, if I&#8217;m going to say no to this book, then my defense mechanisms go into overdrive and I&#8217;ll say: Well if I have to say no to this book then I&#8217;m going to read these two books, or if I have to say no to listening to this musician, this artist, this record, this set of songs, then I&#8217;m going to listen to twice as many others to prove to myself that I&#8217;m not denying; because I don&#8217;t know the reasons why something is intimidating to me or disgusting to me and I don&#8217;t like feeling that way, either.  I don&#8217;t like it when something turns me off, on any level. So, its a matter of saying: Well, I can either sit here and reject, or I can do double-time embracing of something else just to reassure myself that I&#8217;m not against the world.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, and I don&#8217;t view it as a weakness in ourselves.  I view it as if we are curating our moods, but that&#8217;s a dangerous game too.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Its very dangerous because, as far as implying that we know what we&#8217;re doing for example, that we have perspective enough—by diving fully into something it requires a lot of denial, and denial is always dangerous even if all of your intentions are good and all your preparations are good; It&#8217;s still, when you make a choice your denying an infinite number of other choices.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> But that&#8217;s what you spoke about when you said you have to learn to trust your own perspective at a certain point, and stick your chest out and go &#8220;I&#8217;m going to go ball the fuck out.&#8221; (laughs)</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Exactly, you have to learn to trust your own perspective. And be prepared to change course if you have to, but the best thing you can do is to not make the wrong decision in the first place.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, absolutely, given all the information you have and the trust that you have in yourself. This is kind of changing courses, but, and this would be a great comfort to me— Do you take comfort in the fact that, after you die there will be a chronicle of your life, of your writing and music, that will be preserved and stay alive for centuries, I imagine, in the future?</p><div
class="pullquoteRight"> No one will take care of you now and certainly no one will take care of you or your legacy after you&#8217;re gone in a way that you might find recognizable or trustworthy.</div><p><strong>WO:</strong> No, well, I don&#8217;t&#8230;No, no, I don&#8217;t know&#8230; No.  I don&#8217;t necessarily believe that, whatever&#8230;  If, for example, if there were some kind of a revolution in which some political party or leader decided to destroy a large number of people that I had either an ethnic or ideological kinship with, who would want a presence in the world beyond? You know, the future is so uncertain; it&#8217;s just a joy to be around and be able to participate now I think, and to the idea of doing work as sort of broadening the navigable atlas of what can happen just during a lifetime.   Again, no one will take care of you now and certainly no one will take care of you or you&#8217;re legacy after your gone in a way that you might find recognizable or trustworthy.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I think&#8230; I&#8217;ve found writing and doing this <em>Fogged Clarity</em> thing that the work is a way of coping with kind of the minefield that is existence, and putting your head down and really working.  I just talked to Michael Tyrell and he said the same thing, he said: Work is good, work is healthy; especially if you&#8217;re doing something that you&#8217;re passionate about.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> I mean, I think our brains are created to be used.  They&#8217;re purpose is to figure out either physical, mental or emotional survival, and if you&#8217;re not figuring out one of those things then your brain gets lost.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, and I think that&#8217;s exactly what it&#8217;s doing for a lot of individuals, particularly around this country.  I know this has been said and it&#8217;s really passé, but I feel as if we&#8217;ve become hyper-stimulated and that a lot of individuals are kind of becoming sedated into ease.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, hyper-stimulated and hyper-satisfied, exactly.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It&#8217;s scary.  That&#8217;s why you gotta keep pushing, keep moving, like we talked about. But what keeps&#8230; I mean we&#8217;ve touched on it but, your longevity impresses me as much as anything.  What keeps you hungry, what keeps you pushing, why do you want to keep making music?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Hmm, its the twin motivations of&#8230; Fear is definitely a big one all the time, but also, it&#8217;s reward as well.  The sense of waking up in the morning and knowing that there is music ahead of me in the day is such an incredible feeling.  If you have two choices: To wake up and have fear in front of you in the day or to have music in front of you in the day—and the more I engage with music the more days I wake up and know that that’s what’s going to be there, as opposed to fear.  And the things that come with music, because of the people, and because of—I don’t know, whatever it is in music itself— because of melody and harmony and lyric.  I&#8217;m thrilled at most corners that I turn walking down the street, I’m thrilled by most pages I turn when I’m reading a book thinking of what it&#8217;s going to show and what it&#8217;s going to make possible for tomorrow.  Its wondrous I guess.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">I&#8217;m never going to be able to show [my parents] a diploma, I&#8217;m never going to be able to introduce them to my boss or show them my retirement plan or anything like that.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> That&#8217;s awesome.   A human being, you know, who doesn&#8217;t make music can choose the music of the day over fear, and that&#8217;s a critical point that we have to get to when we lift our head from the pillow every morning: Am I going to succumb today, or am I going to emerge and act in harmony with my surroundings?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That&#8217;s really nice. Well, as someone who writes poetry, one of my greatest ambitions is to have a piece appear in <em>The New Yorker</em>, the publication that did a feature story on you a couple years ago. Can you talk about your experience with the magazine, and the interviewer, and how you thought the piece turned out?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, the piece turned out— You know it was one of those things where, and it may even be in the content of the article,  I don&#8217;t really know a lot of things how&#8230; With the work that I&#8217;ve done, because I dropped out of school, for example&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Didn&#8217;t you go to Brown or Dartmouth?</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">Like I said, he was a nice, smart guy, but the experience was kind of devastating even just in the four days he was around.</div><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, I went to Brown for a few semesters.</p><p>And dropped out of school and decided to make my own way, I guess, and that was disappointing to my folks.  And so I don’t know how to, you know, I haven&#8217;t known how to do things for my folks that reflect the appreciation or anything, any sort of respect, and that was something that I knew that they valued.  And at the same time, once again, it&#8217;s a fairly simple story because a lot of it is in that article; one of the few interesting and satisfying pieces of writing on a musician that I&#8217;d ever read was in The New Yorker and it was about Merle Haggard from about 1992 or &#8217;93 or something like that. And so when this guy contacted us to talk about doing a story, I thought, you know I don&#8217;t really like&#8230; Especially the story he was proposing was going to be super in-depth and he was going to do this research over the course of six months and it was very intimidating, especially because, I don&#8217;t know, I like to engage with the people that I&#8217;m involved with, and I was thinking like: this is going to be really dangerous if I&#8217;m around this guy whose intelligent and I can&#8217;t ignore him and so I&#8217;m going to engage with him but than also he&#8217;s going to leave and go do his thing and that will also leave this gaping hole in my existence and why would I, you know, if I&#8217;m making a piece of music one day and he&#8217;s there, what part will he play in the making of that music?  I mean, its not like he is negligible, he&#8217;d be a human force who ideally is a creative and intelligent person, but do I want that in the making of this music or in any of the things that I&#8217;m involved with over the course of the six months?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> His influence is going to permeate your vision.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, but still, you know every once in a while an opportunity comes up where I feel like this is not my dream but I can do something for the musicians I work with, I can do something for the record company I work with, I can do something for my parents, I can do something for my friends, whatever.  So, it was one of those things where I was like: Ok, I&#8217;m going to try to do this because I know that this is something that does not, is not, going to come up many times, its going to come up and then go away.  And also I had read the guys writing because he had come from <em>The New York Times</em> previously and I&#8217;d read his writing for a long time and liked his writing.  But then he came down and, you know I really tried, and I just felt like it was just kind of devastating. Even, like I said, he was a nice, smart guy, but the experience was kind of devastating even just in the four days he was around.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Was it kind of oppressive?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> It was kind of oppressive and, I like, also, I like to do things right, so that can be problematic.  It means, if you have that tendency, you should only engage in the things you have the strength to commit to and that was not something that I necessarily had the strength or ability to commit to and I could feel it, you know, pulling things away from me that I needed, just for my own sanity if nothing else.  So after what was to be his first of many trips to Kentucky and first of many trips to wherever activity was going on, I said that I needed to discontinue the process, and I sort of expected, not that I wanted this, but I sort of expected at that time that he would say: Well, this is about a tenth of the work I expected to put into this article, let&#8217;s just trash it. That&#8217;s what I expected, and like I said I didn&#8217;t necessarily want that, because at that point I&#8217;d raised the expectations and hopes of Drag City at the very least, and of this guy.  But I was surprised some months later when we got contacted by <em>The New Yorker</em> saying they wanted to fact-check the story, and they are very intense fact-checkers and essentially they read or paraphrased the entire article to me over the phone so I could fact-check it, which was pretty great just in terms of a publication that takes that kind of responsibility, it was pretty cool.  And I don&#8217;t believe they would have taken me as the end-all authority either, because I could have told them anything of course at that point. I think they double fact-checked numerous points.  But I still&#8230; You know, I think he could have written a better article had I been more cooperative and he could have written a longer and more complex and interesting article if I had cooperated some more.  So it had a kind of incompleteness to it, more like a snapshot than a real portrait I guess.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight"> You know, any valuable state of intoxication or inebriation or transportation, it&#8217;s like, it is a kind of escape, but it&#8217;s value is knowing that it&#8217;s not a permanent escape, so it&#8217;s not really escape, it&#8217;s this departure or orbiting, you know?</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> But I guess, doesn&#8217;t that itself kind of fit your whole public persona?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, and I guess the reason is because that&#8217;s kind of what ends of happening.  I can engage and give only to the making of the songs and making of the records and making of the shows, and outside of that, I fall short.  It&#8217;s not for&#8230; You know, I would like to be able to do more, I would like to be a superhero.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, there&#8217;s only so much you can do.  It&#8217;s funny that you mentioned making your parents proud or doing something for them, because Jonathan Franzen, one the reasons he obliged to the <em>Time</em> cover last August after he&#8217;d written <em>Freedom</em> is because his dad was never a man of literature, but he recognized the names like Updike and Cheever because he would get his <em>Time Magazine</em> with them on the cover.  So it’s kind of neat that you mentioned that.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, its the kind of thing where there&#8217;s not much else I can do. I&#8217;m never going to be able to show them a diploma ever, I&#8217;m never going to be able to introduce them to my boss or show them my retirement plan or anything like that, but at the same time I want them to know that they are&#8230; I do feel like they instilled in me a work-ethic that is invaluable to me and other senses of morality and a way of dealing with the world that are valuable that, you know, its hard for them to understand without something&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Some connection to what they know, to what they recognize.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Exactly.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, well I read the article, I think it was my third or fourth time, the other day and it mentioned the mushroom smuggling and what not.   Drugs as escape or inspiration?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Well, I feel like we can be inspired by escape.  Yeah, never as escape, maybe as departure&#8230; I guess I always feel like; I know there will be a permanent departure, a permanent escape and so all of the&#8230; My dad took a lot of pictures when we were growing up and he said: Always take a picture with somebody in it, if you go to the Grand Canyon or if you go to the Empire State Building take a picture with somebody in it, because you can get a postcard of the Grand Canyon or the Empire State Building, but make the picture valuable to you, make the picture unique to your experience.  But also something that’s not just for you, but that&#8230; Say, if I&#8217;m out there in my mind, whether its on a musical thing or an emotional thing or a sexual thing or a chemical thing, the peak part of the experience is how it relates to other things to me, and it&#8217;s the kind of thing where I&#8217;m thinking: I want to write a postcard from this state of mind back to a loved one or something like that, you know, this is great because of the way that it relates to the rest of my life, not because of it in and of itself, but because proportionate to other things or compared to other things or in direct relation to other things in my life, its awesome.  And that includes, you know, any valuable state of intoxication or inebriation or transportation, it&#8217;s like, it is a kind of escape, but it&#8217;s value is knowing that it&#8217;s not a permanent escape, so it&#8217;s not really escape, it&#8217;s this departure or orbiting, you know?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Could it also be viewed as a postcard to your stasis consciousness to your sober consciousness?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> For sure, for sure.  You know the only thing to worry about there is getting too insular.  I&#8217;ve always felt like, I’ve always been afraid of the figures in literature or when I see someone who is mentally ill in real life or in great pieces of literature, like Bronte- style. You know I always think like, that&#8217;s because&#8230;  You know I can see why someone could get into that place, either by weakness or out of survival necessity.  Sending too many postcards from me to me.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, that&#8217;s funny you say survival necessity, because essentially that&#8217;s what I&#8217;ve come to think—and I&#8217;m not conservative at all—that&#8217;s almost what I&#8217;ve come to think of some types of mental illness as.  You know: I can&#8217;t deal so I&#8217;m going to retreat to, or submit to, say OCD or panic disorders.  Even though it&#8217;s terrifying, it in and of itself is a way of coping.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, and it&#8217;s either because the equipment that some of us are given is not sufficient or because the circumstances that have been laid upon us are too extreme, or the training, support, education, and experiences that have shaped us are not enough, and the best place to go is inside.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, and now I guess that we&#8217;ve labeled it it&#8217;s easier than ever to find a niche if you will in the mental illness categorization.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> And easy to find&#8230; You know there are times when, you know, I&#8217;ve never taken a prescription medication for the purpose of long term emotional modification, but at the same time I know there have been many times when I&#8217;ve taken recreational intoxicants and thought: Oh, this is a fix, this really works, this is a repair.  And if someone were to say, and you feel it yourself, you know this is actually not a long-term solution.  But if someone were to say, like a doctor or something: This is a long-term solution, this is ok. I could see saying: Alright this is great, you know I&#8217;m going to stick with this for a while.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> This is changing course once again, but I wrote this line in a poem (laughs) and I see I have written here that &#8220;as someone once said,&#8221; but that someone was me&#8230;</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> (laughs)</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I wrote that art is created in a seclusion lovers only dilute.  What do you think about that?</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/will-oldham.jpeg" alt="Bonnie Prince Billy on Fogged Clarity" title="will-oldham" width="200" height="200" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-10899" /><strong>WO:</strong> I think that there&#8230; You know, that that can be true because with some people art can be a step towards completion in the same way that a relationship with another person can be a step towards completion, and there are very few people, I think, who can handle both, or need both. You know, it&#8217;s a great, you know, I think many great pieces of work come from the idea of wanting to see a concept or an idea or an emotion through, and sometimes the communion with another person is so significant that if you tried to make the same concept real, but you already had this sense of completion, you would have a diluted piece of work; which isn&#8217;t to say you couldn&#8217;t make a different piece of work, but the drive of a single solitary force is different from the drive of a united force or a satisfied force.  But at the same time there are some in music, there are some united forces that are super powerful, like for example when Neil Hagerty and Jennifer Herrema were the Royal Trux or when Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash were a united front, they create a new individual that is not diluted by a lover or another, but it creates this insane double-wide (laughs).</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It&#8217;s furthered; the vision is fulfilled by the other person.  But I also think that the relationship between art and artist is a form of intimacy and a form of communion, and perhaps those four hundred pound writers or poets or musicians find that intimacy within the work they create, perhaps with another part of their brain: the creative part.</p><p>Well, we&#8217;ve corresponded a little about Ray Kurzweil&#8217;s theory of Singularity, a concept that essentially states that most human beings will be inextricably linked to machines by the year 2045.  I just wanted to discuss a bit about how Kurzweil&#8217;s assertion effects the individual and whether or not the concept of the individual with free will that we&#8217;ve spoken about so much tonight is in jeopardy given our swift evolution, especially in terms of the digital, in terms of technology.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> It seems like it&#8217;s in jeopardy&#8230; You know, using the term &#8220;jeopardy&#8221; implies a value system that you or I might have, but that the people who are now and in the future will very, very willingly&#8230; He seems to be writing even to the idea that this is something to look forward to, and that&#8217;s interesting and I think it&#8217;s kind of cool.  But it&#8217;s not my frame of mind and I don&#8217;t think it will be, and in that way I am an outsider.  But it&#8217;s obvious that people are embracing the idea of giving over more and more and more to artificial intelligence.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There seems to be almost a sense of fanaticism in it, lying subtly beneath.  I think that&#8217;s what scares me so much. And the people who are turning the wheels and pulling the levers&#8230; I have no say if there&#8217;s going to be an Ipod 300,000 you know.  So I&#8217;m not in the discussion, I&#8217;m bringing nothing to the table, and am therefore just subject to whatever comes out.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> No, you don&#8217;t. But once again, we have this incredible equipment; our bodies and brains that are just not being utilized and it leaves people with a real sense of uselessness—purposelessness, directionlessness, uselessness—and you know melding with the machines is saying you know what: It&#8217;s ok to be useless, it&#8217;s not a bad thing, it&#8217;s ok, we&#8217;re going to get through this together.  Its not saying: No you&#8217;re not useless. It&#8217;s actually saying: Yes, you are useless, your brain is relatively useless, your body is totally useless, but it&#8217;s ok and we&#8217;re going to work through this problem together.  It is a problem, we&#8217;re going to work through it together, were going to have a lot of fun doing it, you know, come along on the ride, and everyone is like: Yeah, &#8220;thank God, ya know, thank God someone is saying something nice about this crazy feeling that I have. Because all it would take is for somebody to tell me something, tell me: You&#8217;re right, you are useless and I&#8217;d kill myself and I don’t wanna do that, I want it to be ok.  And so they provide for us and say:  We&#8217;re going to take care of this and all you have to do is sit back and upload yourself.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Spot on.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> But I like the idea of the decomposition of my body, you know, to some extent I don&#8217;t mind the idea of the decomposition of my brain, although I won&#8217;t be aware if and when that happens of course, which is kind of a bummer. You know, since I was a kid I&#8217;ve always liked the post-apocalyptic sci-fi movies and identified with the sort of societies that exist when everything has gone a different direction.  Not that I imagine that I could hold my own necessarily, I just think it sounds more fun to me. You know, I heard George Clinton on the radio last night say something like: Everything that is good is nasty.  And you know, no matter how nasty three girls and a cup, two girls in a cup was, it wasn&#8217;t really that nasty because it was on a computer screen, and therefore it wasn&#8217;t that good, you know.  If it was in the room with you, no matter what it is&#8230; It&#8217;s like, its better to smell your grandmother&#8217;s shit than it is to put her in a nursing home for example.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know I never thought of that, the excitement on behalf of the people advocating for technological progress and the fusion of A.I. with human beings, I never looked at it&#8230; That&#8217;s perfect, the excitement: &#8220;Oh here, here you go.&#8221; It&#8217;s a constant reaffirming of people&#8217;s doubts and even their own doubts in creating this stuff.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Everything that our bodies and minds were created for, we&#8217;ve inadvertently, totally unintentionally, we&#8217;ve taken it away from ourselves so that we&#8217;ve become useless.  Everything that your body is for, every bone, every ligament, every emotion that you have is created for certain purposes that no longer apply, and rather then giving up, they&#8217;ve created virtual uses for at least everything internal that you have, they wont create a virtual use for everything external.  If there&#8217;s time left for our species there probably would be an evolution away from needing all of our little tendons and nerve endings and things like that.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight"> With some people art can be a step towards completion in the same way that a relationship with another person can be a step towards completion, and there are very few people, I think, who can handle both, or need both.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> I don&#8217;t think the cohesion can be found, truly found, on anything but an organic level; the truth comes from within.  That&#8217;s a fucking long lesson, but I feel as if it&#8217;s one I&#8217;ve learned.  I&#8217;ve actually found, as I continue to grow and age, that I like spending time outside, particularly in the water, a lot more.   I&#8217;ve gone swimming in Lake Michigan or Lake Huron nearly every day this summer and just played like a seal in the water, and I feel a wholeness, I feel a oneness, and it&#8217;s almost as if&#8230; It&#8217;s like absolution I guess, and it&#8217;s strange, but it&#8217;s true I walk out feeling cleansed psychologically as well as physically.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> It&#8217;s very true, yeah, it&#8217;s very true.  But we have to accept that there are people who will, now or in the future, get that say from listening to a Justin Bieber song or a Bon Iver song or something like that and say like: Oh my God I never felt so clean before, I never felt so alive until I saw Justin Beiber play in Madison, Wisconsin. Or something like that, and it&#8217;s just like: No, no, wait a minute, No, no you don&#8217;t understand, and they&#8217;re like: No, no, I really do. And you have to say: Whoa they do, that’s their experience.  But they are also the same people that would say: Eat a vegetable? Yeah, I mean probably at Thanksgiving I totally have, I have sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> (Laughs) I&#8217;m thinking about that episode of <em>The Office</em> when Michael feeds Kevin the broccoli, stalk first. Do you remember that?</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> No, I didn’t see that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You&#8217;re absolutely right (though), so I have to have a conviction that my sense of the emotion, and this might be selfish, is more substantive than the same evocation that comes from a Justin Beiber song or a candied yam at Thanksgiving.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Or just have a sense that it&#8217;s, it&#8217;s our place.  And our place may be&#8230; You know everybody&#8217;s place is going to be outside most prophecies, just because what we have in common with other individuals will always be the minority in terms of the world at large.  But even in our own society to say: We are the exception that proves the rule, and the rule is proven ever harder because of my existence.  Because I like to swim in Lake Michigan or Lake Superior for the real bracing cold and cleaner water, I like to swim in Lake Superior and it&#8217;s all the more important to me because it&#8217;s not important to other people or something like that, you know? Not that you are positioning yourself or that we would position ourselves outside of another group, but because you can sometimes only see the value of something in relation to other things, or just accept the role that some people are created as negative forces, some people are created as pariahs, some people are created as leaders and some people are created&#8230; You know, its part of the balance.  You know my place in this world is going to be somebody who does not appreciate The Singularity.  But there&#8217;s nothing I can do about it, it&#8217;s not a choice I&#8217;ve made, there’s nothing I can do about the fact&#8230;.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You can only affirm yourself.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> I can only affirm myself, yeah.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know, I&#8217;ve gotta talk to you about something real quick, I&#8217;ve been mind-fucking myself over it since yesterday. I met this old lady at the post office that I vaguely know, and she&#8217;s kind of senile, but I was like: Yeah, I&#8217;m going to Oregon. And we started talking politics and I told her how I was kind of disappointed in Obama and that I felt like he&#8217;d abandoned the platform that he advocated so hard, and she got upset with me and I go: Well, you know I could bring real change or something.  And then I stumbled over the way I said it and then I thought: Dude you sound like an idiot&#8230; Because I&#8217;m always questioning my own&#8230; I don&#8217;t know, there&#8217;s still a creeping sense of doubt.  And she goes: &#8220;You don&#8217;t even wanna go to Oregon,&#8221; and I mean I don&#8217;t even know how that made sense at all, but it fucking scared me and it&#8217;s in the back of my head.  Its like: Of course I do, it&#8217;s in my fucking heart man, I&#8217;ve wanted to do this for a very long time and I just let those little fucking stumbles, those little things fuck me up, and I can&#8217;t do that anymore man, I can&#8217;t do that anymore.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, I mean it&#8217;s good that you&#8217;re not proceeding blindly, it&#8217;s good that you&#8217;re listening to other people.  You know, pretty much every good decision that I&#8217;ve made, I will make the good decision, I will get closer and closer to that decision, and usually the eleventh hour is, no matter how much I&#8217;ve prepared for it, how much I&#8217;ve thought about it, the eleventh hour that decision becomes the wrong decision one hundred percent, and its repulsive or frightening or its just wrong.  And then it takes every bit of strength and inner-reassurance and turning around to say &#8220;No, you know, this is like a nightmare, a waking nightmare where you&#8217;re testing yourself, and the only way you can earn what you&#8217;ve always wanted to do is by breaking through this eleventh hour doubt and doing it.&#8221;  Then you deserve it. And it&#8217;s whenever you&#8217;ve said, you know at the last minute like: &#8220;Ah fuck it, fuck it, I&#8217;m unprepared&#8221; or whatever; that&#8217;s the worst thing you can do to yourself.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know, I got a tattoo at two o&#8217;clock today right over my heart that just says: &#8220;Keep Going.&#8221;  Because that&#8217;s the only answer I&#8217;ve fucking found for anything after twenty-seven years and a month, that&#8217;s the only answer I&#8217;ve ever found: Just keep going.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> Yeah, and, you know, I don&#8217;t think he wrote it, but a song that Willie Nelson plays a lot and Jerry Jeff Walker played is &#8220;Pick Up the Tempo.&#8221; They say, &#8220;Time will take care of itself, so just leave time alone.&#8221;  Just the idea that there&#8217;s no reason to ever back off or to yield or to give in unless it is out of kindness or compassion or to gain perspective, but for the most part it&#8217;s like, to ever say or to ever pretend that, or take the role&#8230; It&#8217;s already taken, there&#8217;s one thing that&#8217;s taken in your life and that is that time will continue and then it will end.   And if you ever say that you want that job, that&#8217;s retarded, you don&#8217;t need that job, that&#8217;s taken care of, everything else is up to you. Time will continue then it will end.  There&#8217;s no reason for you to ever say: &#8220;I’m going to end something,&#8221; because everything will end anyway.  You just, you continue, run alongside of time, run apace with time, rather than say: If I don’t do this time will stop or an end will never come or an end will come sooner.  It&#8217;s like no, no, no, that&#8217;s got nothing to do with it.  You just do your shit, march on.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, hell yeah.  Hey Will, I&#8217;ve got a great admiration for you as a thinker and a musician and thanks so much for taking the time tonight, I really, really appreciate it.</p><p><strong>WO:</strong> I really appreciate it as well.  I&#8217;m glad you gave me another call.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Will Oldham</strong> is a musician and actor living in Louisville, Kentucky.  Since 1993, he has released over twenty albums as Palace Brothers, Palace Music, Palace Songs, and the pseudonym under which he has recorded for the past twelve years, Bonnie “Prince” Billy.  As an actor, Oldham has appeared in the films <strong>Junebug</strong>, <strong>Wendy and Lucy</strong>, and <strong>Old Joy</strong>, among others.</div><p></em></p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/will-oldham-ii/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/September/WillOldham_FoggedClarityInterview_II.mp3" length="49103233" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>beware,Bonnie &quot;Prince&quot; Billy,Bonnie Prince Billy audio interview,Bonnie Prince Billy interview,Drag City,Drag City Records,Greatest Palace Music,I see a darkness,Joanna Newsom,Lie down in the light,Palace Bros.,palace brothers</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Will Oldham joins me again, and this interview gives me chills.  In an inspiring and introspective conversation, one of America&#039;s greatest songwriters thoughtfully discusses tenets by which he works and lives, and why fear isn&#039;t in the cards.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
Note: This interview contains explicit language.
A look into the mind of a great artist, and a great man.  This one should be listened to in its entirety.
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Ben Evans: I’m Ben Evans and you’re listening to Fogged Clarity.  This evening I’m pleased once again to be joined by prolific songwriter Will Oldham.  Will, thanks for taking the time.
Will Oldham: Thanks for hollerin&#039; at me, its funny cause I always think of it as fogg-ed.
BE: It can be pronounced either way, the ambiguity I guess is something that fits the name itself.
Well, over the past couple of months I’ve found myself going back to a lot of your older work.  And perhaps it’s where I am in my own life right now, but a couple of your past album titles have just now struck me as particularly resonant.  The first is: “There is No One What Will Take Care of You,” and I know one could interpret this as a suggestion to seek a truth outside of the divine.  But I guess I’ve come to view the title as an assertion of the spirit of self-reliance you seem to embody.  Can you talk about the title a little bit, and am I even close?
This is like a nightmare, a waking nightmare where you&#039;re testing yourself, and the only way you can earn what you&#039;ve always wanted to do is by breaking through this eleventh hour doubt and doing it. Then you deserve it.
WO: I believe so, say the song &quot;(I Was Drunk At The) Pulpit&quot;—and the title of that record is something that I get worried about every now and again, just in terms of: Where did it come from and where did it take a person to have that stated so clearly? On some levels it&#039;s sort of the braggarts version of the already bragging phrase &quot;If you want something done right you have to do it yourself.&quot; At the end of the day, you don&#039;t have to want something done at all, there are not eyes watching over you, but there are not really eyes watching you either.
BE: That&#039;s fucking insightful. So the compulsion to act and to do something great, if I might, must come from within, and no one’s expecting it; or, you have no obligation outside of yourself, you have that obligation, perhaps, to yourself?
WO: You make the world—with enough strength and enough luck you make the world that you live in.  If you accept that there’s participation to be done and an existence to be had—I tend to think there is only one way I want to go through this existence and that&#039;s with my eyes open and my chest out as much as possible.  That&#039;s how I&#039;d like to.
BE: Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah, Will. Fuck yeah, man, I could not agree more, and this ties into the other album title I&#039;ve thought a lot about, &quot;The Letting Go.&quot; It seems to me that every man or woman has to come to a point in their own life where they must learn to let go of guilt or anguish or triviality in order to progress and to move forward.  I don&#039;t know if that&#039;s where that title came from?
WO: It seems like there&#039;s a crucial time, which for some people can come way too early and can throw shit way out of whack, but there&#039;s a crucial time in which you feel like your paying attention to the rules of others so much and, which is important because there is a lot of existence to get through and it would be stupid to try to get through it without some sense of cooperation and some sense of community, but at a certain point it&#039;s letting go of learning what other people do and saying: From now on I&#039;m going to take everything I&#039;ve learned up to this point and go, and go forward with it.  It&#039;s kind of a turning inward with ideally some degree of faith and respect still to the outer world, but saying: You know, I&#039;ve spent so much time looking out, now I&#039;m going to sorta fly blind for as long as possible with the idea that I&#039;ve been in training to live.
I&#039;m thrilled at most corners that I turn walking down the street,</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>51:09</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Connective Tissue: Part II</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/connective-tissue-part-ii/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/connective-tissue-part-ii/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:48:56 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Connective Tissue]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Connective Tissue II]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Glenn Ashley Patterson]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14930</guid> <description><![CDATA[Glenn Ashley Paterson In a forest of starlings there is no sound. This worries me. Should there not at least be a muttering? … I once read— this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear— but I only heard the last blood returning from her fingertips. … Last night I spent [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Glenn Ashley Paterson</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>In a forest of starlings<br
/> there is no sound.<br
/> This worries me.<br
/> Should there not<br
/> at least be a muttering?</p><p
style="padding-left: 30px;">…</p><p>I once read—<br
/> this was how you died,<br
/> in whispers that you did not hear—<br
/> but I only heard the last blood<br
/> returning from her fingertips.</p><p
style="padding-left: 30px;">…</p><p>Last night I spent<br
/> hours trying to acquaint myself<br
/> with my vestigial organs.<br
/> I feel as though<br
/> I am missing something.</p><p
style="padding-left: 30px;">…</p><p>&nbsp;Most days I am nothing<br
/> more than a few<br
/> carefully constructed sentences<br
/> invented from shades of gray,<br
/> and the musicality of air in the lungs.</p><p
style="padding-left: 30px;">…</p><p>I have assembled my self<br
/> from cardboard<br
/> jigsaw-puzzle pieces, scattered,<br
/> then collected<br
/> from dusty corners<br
/> and curbside drains.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Glenn Ashley Patterson</strong> is a recent graduate of Montclair State University&#8217;s English program. She currently lives and writes in New Jersey.<br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/connective-tissue-part-ii/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/September/ConnectiveTissuePart2_GlennPatterson.mp3" length="953918" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Connective Tissue,Connective Tissue II,fogged clarity,Glenn Ashley Patterson,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Glenn Ashley Paterson In a forest of starlings there is no sound. This worries me. Should there not at least be a muttering? … I once read— this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear— but I only heard the last blood </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Glenn Ashley Paterson
In a forest of starlings
there is no sound.
This worries me.
Should there not
at least be a muttering?
…
I once read—
this was how you died,
in whispers that you did not hear—
but I only heard the last blood
returning from her fingertips.
…
Last night I spent
hours trying to acquaint myself
with my vestigial organs.
I feel as though
I am missing something.
…
 Most days I am nothing
more than a few
carefully constructed sentences
invented from shades of gray,
and the musicality of air in the lungs.
…
I have assembled my self
from cardboard
jigsaw-puzzle pieces, scattered,
then collected
from dusty corners
and curbside drains.
Glenn Ashley Patterson is a recent graduate of Montclair State University&#039;s English program. She currently lives and writes in New Jersey.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:00</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Que esta queimando?</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/que-esta-queimando/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/que-esta-queimando/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:48:52 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Los Angeles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Peggy Dobreer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14940</guid> <description><![CDATA[Peggy Dobreer Everything. Everything is burning, quiver and bow. All things coral or pink, held in a box with a fan on top. Even the silk kimono is burning, two cranes preening at the hem. The shamisen, its body up in flames even as the plucked note quarters, even as a hand strums the belly. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Peggy Dobreer</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>Everything.  Everything is<br
/> burning, quiver and bow.<br
/> All things coral or pink,<br
/> held in a box with a fan on top.<br
/> Even the silk kimono is burning,<br
/> two cranes preening at the hem.<br
/> The shamisen, its body up in flames<br
/> even as the plucked note quarters,<br
/> even as a hand strums the belly.<br
/> And my fingers are burning, my lips.<br
/> Even the thought that puckers the lips,<br
/> burning, all burning. The pout, the flush,<br
/> twisted ankle, knee where fluid once<br
/> collected. Parched, now ash. Burnt,<br
/> hot white. White as the salt flats,<br
/> white as the last breath taken.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Peggy Dobreer</strong> has published five chapbooks, most recently, <strong>Little Captures</strong>. Her poems have appeared in <strong>Cracked Pavement and Plastic Trees: Our Gifts to Future Generations</strong>, <strong>Everything About You Is Beautiful</strong>, <strong>Literary Angles: The Second Poetic Diversity Anthology</strong>, <strong>The San Pedro River Review</strong>, <strong>WordWright’s Magazine</strong>, and most recently in <strong>Malpais Review</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/que-esta-queimando/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/September/FinalQueEstaQueimando.mp3" length="1113981" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Los Angeles,Peggy Dobreer,poem,poet,Poetry</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Peggy Dobreer Everything.  Everything is burning, quiver and bow. All things coral or pink,   held in a box with a fan on top. Even the silk kimono is burning, two cranes preening at the hem. The shamisen, its body up in flames </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Peggy Dobreer
Everything.  Everything is
burning, quiver and bow.
All things coral or pink,
held in a box with a fan on top.
Even the silk kimono is burning,
two cranes preening at the hem.
The shamisen, its body up in flames
even as the plucked note quarters,
even as a hand strums the belly.
And my fingers are burning, my lips.
Even the thought that puckers the lips,
burning, all burning. The pout, the flush,
twisted ankle, knee where fluid once
collected. Parched, now ash. Burnt,
hot white. White as the salt flats,
white as the last breath taken.
Peggy Dobreer has published five chapbooks, most recently, Little Captures. Her poems have appeared in Cracked Pavement and Plastic Trees: Our Gifts to Future Generations, Everything About You Is Beautiful, Literary Angles: The Second Poetic Diversity Anthology, The San Pedro River Review, WordWright’s Magazine, and most recently in Malpais Review.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jones Beach</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/jones-beach/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/jones-beach/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:48:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Argentina]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guillermo Filice Castro]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jones Beach]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Belleveue Literary Review]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14979</guid> <description><![CDATA[Guillermo Filice Castro Naturally you can’t hear me Over those boys Who’ve hung a momentary eclipse Above our blanket With their soccer ball. In lieu of conversation We watch and shiver; they yell and grunt. What carries all of us through? A tremendous bounce Toward the sun. And just as fast, of course, The fall. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Guillermo Filice Castro</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>Naturally you can’t hear me</p><p>Over those boys<br
/> Who’ve hung a momentary eclipse</p><p>Above our blanket<br
/> With their soccer ball.</p><p>In lieu of conversation<br
/> We watch and shiver; they yell and grunt.</p><p>What carries all of us through?<br
/> A tremendous bounce</p><p>Toward the sun.<br
/> And just as fast, of course,</p><p>The fall.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Guillermo Filice Castro</strong>’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in <strong>Assaracus</strong>, <strong>Barrow Street</strong>, <strong>The Bellevue Literary Review</strong>, <strong>Brooklyn Rail</strong>, <strong>Court Green</strong>, <strong>Ducts.org</strong>, <strong>LaFovea.org</strong>, <strong>La Petite Zine</strong>, <strong>Quarterly West</strong>, among others, as well as the anthologies <strong>My Diva</strong>, <strong>This Full Green Hour</strong>, <strong>Saints of Hysteria</strong>, and more. His translations of Olga Orozco, in collaboration with Ron Drummond, are featured in <strong>Guernica</strong>, <strong>Terra Incognita</strong>, <strong>U.S. Latino Review</strong>, and <strong>Visions</strong>. He’s the author of the chapbooks <strong>Cry Me a Lorca</strong> (Seven Kitchens Press, 2010) and <strong>Toy Storm</strong> (Big Fat Press, 1997). A native of Argentina, Castro has become a US citizen.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/jones-beach/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/September/JonesBeach.mp3" length="609506" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Argentina,fogged clarity,Guillermo Filice Castro,Jones Beach,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,The Belleveue Literary Review</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Guillermo Filice Castro Naturally you can’t hear me - Over those boys  Who’ve hung a momentary eclipse  - Above our blanket With their soccer ball. - In lieu of conversation  We watch and shiver; they yell and grunt. - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Guillermo Filice Castro
Naturally you can’t hear me
Over those boys
Who’ve hung a momentary eclipse
Above our blanket
With their soccer ball.
In lieu of conversation
We watch and shiver; they yell and grunt.
What carries all of us through?
A tremendous bounce
Toward the sun.
And just as fast, of course,
The fall.
Guillermo Filice Castro’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Assaracus, Barrow Street, The Bellevue Literary Review, Brooklyn Rail, Court Green, Ducts.org, LaFovea.org, La Petite Zine, Quarterly West, among others, as well as the anthologies My Diva, This Full Green Hour, Saints of Hysteria, and more. His translations of Olga Orozco, in collaboration with Ron Drummond, are featured in Guernica, Terra Incognita, U.S. Latino Review, and Visions. He’s the author of the chapbooks Cry Me a Lorca (Seven Kitchens Press, 2010) and Toy Storm (Big Fat Press, 1997). A native of Argentina, Castro has become a US citizen.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>38</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Ritual</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/ritual/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/ritual/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:48:45 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Argentina]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Cry Me a Lorca]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guernica]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Guillermo Filice Castro]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ritual]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Toy Storm]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14965</guid> <description><![CDATA[Guillermo Filice Castro into a hole something      of the self always disappears light    mother tongue into mouths and this morning that bunch of hairs peeled off the drain and dropped into the toilet almost as mournful       a gesture as a wreath laid in the ocean Guillermo Filice Castro’s work [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Guillermo Filice Castro</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>into a hole<br
/> something      of the self</p><p>always<br
/> disappears</p><p>light    mother</p><p>tongue</p><p>into<br
/> mouths</p><p>and this morning</p><p>that<br
/> bunch<br
/> of hairs</p><p>peeled off<br
/> the drain</p><p>and dropped into the toilet</p><p>almost<br
/> as mournful       a gesture</p><p>as a wreath<br
/> laid</p><p>in the ocean</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Guillermo Filice Castro</strong>’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in <strong>Assaracus</strong>, <strong>Barrow Street</strong>, <strong>The Bellevue Literary Review</strong>, <strong>Brooklyn Rail</strong>, <strong>Court Green</strong>, <strong>Ducts.org</strong>, <strong>LaFovea.org</strong>, <strong>La Petite Zine</strong>, <strong>Quarterly West</strong>, among others, as well as the anthologies <strong>My Diva</strong>, <strong>This Full Green Hour</strong>, <strong>Saints of Hysteria</strong>, and more. His translations of Olga Orozco, in collaboration with Ron Drummond, are featured in <strong>Guernica</strong>, <strong>Terra Incognita</strong>, <strong>U.S. Latino Review</strong>, and <strong>Visions</strong>. He’s the author of the chapbooks <strong>Cry Me a Lorca</strong> (Seven Kitchens Press, 2010) and <strong>Toy Storm</strong> (Big Fat Press, 1997). A native of Argentina, Castro has become a US citizen.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/ritual/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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into a hole
something      of the self
always
disappears
light    mother
tongue
into
mouths
and this morning
that
bunch
of hairs
peeled off
the drain
and dropped into the toilet
almost
as mournful       a gesture
as a wreath
laid
in the ocean
Guillermo Filice Castro’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Assaracus, Barrow Street, The Bellevue Literary Review, Brooklyn Rail, Court Green, Ducts.org, LaFovea.org, La Petite Zine, Quarterly West, among others, as well as the anthologies My Diva, This Full Green Hour, Saints of Hysteria, and more. His translations of Olga Orozco, in collaboration with Ron Drummond, are featured in Guernica, Terra Incognita, U.S. Latino Review, and Visions. He’s the author of the chapbooks Cry Me a Lorca (Seven Kitchens Press, 2010) and Toy Storm (Big Fat Press, 1997). A native of Argentina, Castro has become a US citizen.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>39</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>At the Beach, After the Fact</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/at-the-beach-after-the-fact/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/at-the-beach-after-the-fact/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:48:41 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Short Fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[after the fact]]></category> <category><![CDATA[AGNI]]></category> <category><![CDATA[At the beach]]></category> <category><![CDATA[author]]></category> <category><![CDATA[creative writing]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Farmington]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Maine]]></category> <category><![CDATA[On the beach after the fact]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Patricia O'Donnell]]></category> <category><![CDATA[story]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The New Yorker]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14983</guid> <description><![CDATA[Patricia O&#8217;Donnell Four young women make their way through groups of people on spread-out towels and blankets. This is the third day of unusually warm weather for June in Maine, and the beach is crowded. They find a spot close to the water, near the line where the sand is wet, and shake out their [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Patricia O&#8217;Donnell</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Four young women make their way through groups of people on spread-out towels and blankets.  This is the third day of unusually warm weather for June in Maine, and the beach is crowded.  They find a spot close to the water, near the line where the sand is wet, and shake out their beach towels.  One woman sits cross-legged on her towel in a flowered sundress.  Blond hair wisps out from under a floppy straw hat.  The others watch, and sit down around her, as if following her lead.  After a few moments they remove tee shirts and pull off dresses.  They pull out tubes of sunscreen and wipe the white cream on their arms and legs.  The blonde woman watches them, and finally pulls off her dress.  She takes off her hat, and puts sunscreen on her thighs and on her belly, which pushes over the top of her bikini bottoms more than she would like it to.  She sighs, and lies on her back, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses.</p><p>Andrea hears the low murmur of her friends’ voices, punctuated by the regular hiss of waves landing on shore.  “Oh no, I don’t think so . . .”  hssh . . . “That’s what she said.  I didn’t ask . . .”  hssh . . . There is a moment of silence then, and Andrea feels their attention on her, pushing against her like the sun.  She knows they are all thinking of it again, their thoughts drawn back to what they are trying not to talk obsessively about.  Jessica, who is least able to hold her tongue when she has a thought, says, “I still think it was a gang thing.”</p><p>Andrea raises her voice with effort to be heard over the hssh of the waves and the protesting murmur of the others.  “It was not a gang thing.  It was more like a fight.  Only very short.”  She opens her eyes to the brightness of the sun, and closes them again.</p><p>“It was just a punch, Jessica.  The guy just punched him after Derek said what he said.”  The voice belongs to Nicole.</p><p>“Oh, right,” Jessica says.  “Sorry.”  After a pause, Jessica says, “I think I’ll go for something at the snack bar.  Would anyone like anything?  Andrea, can I get you something?”</p><p>“No . . .” she says, then realizes that Jessica wants to be of help.  “Well, I’d like a soda, I guess.  A Diet Sprite, if they have it.”  She lifts a hand and waves toward her bag.  “There’s money in there.”</p><p>“No, never mind that, I’ll get it.”</p><p>Andrea hears her stand and brush sand off her thin legs.  She imagines her pulling on a shirt over her two-piece suit before walking away.  Then it is silent but for the waves.  She feels her friends’ concern thick around her.  Though Andrea asked for friends to accompany her to the beach today, this sunny warm Sunday the day before Derek’s funeral, she suddenly finds them intolerable, and wishes she’d come alone, or wishes she’d stayed home.  But that would probably have been intolerable, too.  At moments she is nearly able to forget about it, or to feel okay, but then something rises in her, as regular as the waves, as strong and as uncontrollable, and she is not able to bear it.  Yet she continues to lie here, eyes closed behind her sunglasses, and there is nothing she can do but bear it.</p><p
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align="left"><p>It was just two nights ago.  Not Saturday night, last night, but the night before.  Saturday early morning, actually, around 1:30 a.m. She had broken up with Derek three months earlier but they had gone out together, for old times’ sake, and because they were still friends.  Their friendship, at that point, was an uneasy one.  Derek could still not accept that they would no longer be together.  His persistence made Andrea exasperated; couldn’t he see that they weren’t right for one another?  They’d gone out for two years, and during all that time he’d never seemed to notice her impatience with him, how far she felt from him at times.  He’d been oblivious to it, assuming that she was as much in love with him as she used to be, as much in love with him as he was with her.</p><p>He’d insisted on paying for her drinks at the bar, even though she protested.  “No, no, I’m working now and you’re still a college student,” he said, waving his credit card at the waitress.  His engineering degree and GPA had landed him a good job.  Andrea had decided to be practical and major in nursing, but she resented her courses, and longed for a freedom she had when she was younger, before she knew Derek, when she’d thought she would major in art.  Derek, with his button-down shirts and credit card, was the living picture of stability, practicality.  After a few drinks his face turned heavy, his eyes half-lidded and soulful as he’d looked at her.  He’d gained a few pounds in the past year, and his stomach pushed against his cotton shirt as he leaned toward her.  “Andrea,” he said, and something in his voice made her want to turn away.  He became earnest and too sincere when he drank; any irony he was able to summon when sober deserted him entirely.</p><p>She took another sip of her gin and tonic, and leaned toward him, a mocking look on her face.  Would he even notice?  “Derek.”</p><p>He stared at her.  “I’m serious.”</p><p>“I know you’re serious, Derek.  I wish you weren’t.”</p><p>He leaned back then suddenly and turned toward the room.  She’d hurt him.  She didn’t want to hear him talk about his feelings for her, and ask again about her feelings for him.  “I’m sorry,” she said, raising her voice to be heard above the music.  He leaned an arm across the top of the booth behind him, and raised his drink to his mouth with the other.</p><p
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align="left"><p>Jessica has returned with a soda in a can for Andrea.  Andrea sits up and pops it open, feels the cool carbonation and artificial sweetness on her tongue.  Just like that, she remembers being here on this same beach with Derek, the summer they’d started going out.  How could she have forgotten that?  Derek was working on a painting crew that summer, and had a t-shirt shaped tan.  She’d thought he was sweet, the goofy humor and earnestness then part of his charm, before it came to annoy her.  He was lying next to her on the blanket, looking at her from under the brim of a Red Sox hat.  He’d touched her cheek, and drawn a line down it with his forefinger.  They were new lovers then, and thinking of this, Andrea has to remember what she does not want to remember:  how she was the first girl Derek had made love with.  Though she had boyfriends before she met Derek, he was a virgin until he met her.</p><p>She sets the soda can down next to her so suddenly that droplets spray up from the open mouth.  Her friends look at her.  She turns to Nicole, to Jessica, to Alli.  “I told you we were fighting, right?”  They nod, miserably.</p><p>“What were you arguing about?” Alli asks, uncertainly.  None of them know how to act with her; she doesn’t know how to act with herself anymore.</p><p>“Oh, nothing.  You know.  You know how he gets sometimes.”  She hears the present tense come from her mouth but they just nod, and don’t correct her.  She stands.  “I think I’ll get in.”</p><p>Jessica stands up also, awkward.  “I’ll go with you.”</p><p>But Andrea shakes her head.  “I think I’d rather go by myself.”  She touches the other girl’s arm.  “Don’t take it wrong, Jessie, I love you,” and Jessica smiles.</p><p>Andrea gasps when the water hits her, and raises her arms, but makes herself walk farther in.  The water is a cold shock; now she knows why only one or two other people bob in the water farther out.</p><p>They were both drunk when they left the bar. Her apartment was just a few blocks away, but Derek insisted on walking her, though she said she was fine to walk alone.  “C’mon, I do it all the time,” she said.  “This is Portland.”</p><p>“I care about you, even if you don’t care about yourself.”</p><p>She’d stopped at that, hands on hips.  The street was empty around them, a night mist making the streetlamp glow hazy above their heads.  “What is that supposed to mean?”</p><p>Derek had been walking with his hands in his pockets, a toothpick from the bar in his mouth.    He took it out before he answered.  “You don’t take good care of yourself.  You don’t seem to think you’re worth taking care of.  You smoke . . .” he gestured to her lit cigarette, “and you do reckless things.”</p><p>Andrea didn’t want to hear more about what reckless things he thought she did.  He was always protective of her, not recognizing the fact that she was a grown woman who could take care of herself.  She turned and headed for the park, a shortcut to her apartment.  He talked with his parents every day and she’d been on her own since she was sixteen, but she was stronger for it.  Over her shoulder she shouted, “You just need someone to take care of.  You don’t feel like a man unless you’re protecting a weak female.”</p><p>“No, Andy, I didn’t mean that.”  He was walking after her now, trying to catch up.  “Let’s go the street way, come on.”</p><p>She shook him off and kept walking, dropping her cigarette butt on the sidewalk.  The light from a streetlight flickered through leaves onto a small group of young men sitting on a bench just inside the park.  They made catcalls at her as she went past, cigarette smoke rising above their heads as they laughed.  They shouted something at Derek, walking just behind her; one said something about what he’d show her, since her boyfriend couldn’t.  She felt rather than saw Derek pause behind her, heard him say something sharp to them as he walked past without stopping.  They were words he wouldn’t normally say, in a place he wouldn’t normally be, but for her.  Then the shout, the footsteps, the noise of a fist hitting Derek’s face—just once—and the sound he made as he fell, the back of his head hitting a low concrete border.  Then it was just the two of them, Andrea and Derek alone in the park.  He lay on the ground with his eyes closed and she crouched next to him, the only sound her sobbing as she fumbled for her cell phone.</p><p
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align="left"><p>The water is cold, but she doesn’t want to get out.  Her feet are nearly numb.  Maybe this is her being reckless with herself, not caring about herself again.  She turns to see her friends sitting on shore, looking out at her.  She waves, and they wave, and she turns back toward the ocean.  She will not die today, out here; they will not let her die.  The small dot of a ship is nearly invisible on the horizon, where the blue sky meets the darker blue water.  She lets her thoughts take her again to that street, to the light shaking through leaves as they approach the park.  This time she imagines herself stopping in the middle of the street, turning toward Derek instead of running away from him.  There is no traffic on this cobblestoned street.  She sees herself taking his hand, and lifting it to her lips.  It is a thick hand, graceless yet capable, and she feels its warmth beneath her lips.  “What are you doing?” Derek asks.  “What’s that for?”  A smile would, that easily, have taken the anger from his face.</p><p>She shrugs and smiles.  “You were always good to me,” Andrea imagines saying.  It is so true that she can almost believe she did say it to him.  “Even when I was being a bitch.  You were always sweet to me.”</p><p>He laughs then, and moves to take her in his arms.  She knows what he would want to happen next between them, and knows that she would not let it happen.  Even if she could tell him that she knew she had often been irrationally angry at him; even if she could tell him he had done nothing wrong; even if she could say that she couldn’t trust his love because she’d never had anything like that; she still could not go home with him.  That time between them was done.</p><p>She sees herself taking his arms from her shoulders and putting them down at his side.  She looks at his sweet, gone face once more, at his brown eyes edged in thick black lashes before looking toward the park, toward the dark shadows beyond the trees, where she knows they must go.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Patricia O&#8217;Donnell</strong> is a Professor at the University of Maine at Farmington, where she directs the BFA Program in Creative Writing.  Her work has appeared in many places, including <strong>The New Yorker</strong>, <strong>AGNI</strong>, <strong>The North American Review</strong>, and other journals and anthologies.  She lives in a 160-year-old house in Wilton, Maine, with her husband and dog.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/08/at-the-beach-after-the-fact/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Four young women make their way through groups of people on spread-out towels and blankets.  This is the third day of unusually warm weather for June in Maine, and the beach is crowded.  They find a spot close to the water, near the line where the sand is wet, and shake out their beach towels.  One woman sits cross-legged on her towel in a flowered sundress.  Blond hair wisps out from under a floppy straw hat.  The others watch, and sit down around her, as if following her lead.  After a few moments they remove tee shirts and pull off dresses.  They pull out tubes of sunscreen and wipe the white cream on their arms and legs.  The blonde woman watches them, and finally pulls off her dress.  She takes off her hat, and puts sunscreen on her thighs and on her belly, which pushes over the top of her bikini bottoms more than she would like it to.  She sighs, and lies on her back, closing her eyes behind her sunglasses.
Andrea hears the low murmur of her friends’ voices, punctuated by the regular hiss of waves landing on shore.  “Oh no, I don’t think so . . .”  hssh . . . “That’s what she said.  I didn’t ask . . .”  hssh . . . There is a moment of silence then, and Andrea feels their attention on her, pushing against her like the sun.  She knows they are all thinking of it again, their thoughts drawn back to what they are trying not to talk obsessively about.  Jessica, who is least able to hold her tongue when she has a thought, says, “I still think it was a gang thing.”
Andrea raises her voice with effort to be heard over the hssh of the waves and the protesting murmur of the others.  “It was not a gang thing.  It was more like a fight.  Only very short.”  She opens her eyes to the brightness of the sun, and closes them again.
“It was just a punch, Jessica.  The guy just punched him after Derek said what he said.”  The voice belongs to Nicole.
“Oh, right,” Jessica says.  “Sorry.”  After a pause, Jessica says, “I think I’ll go for something at the snack bar.  Would anyone like anything?  Andrea, can I get you something?”
“No . . .” she says, then realizes that Jessica wants to be of help.  “Well, I’d like a soda, I guess.  A Diet Sprite, if they have it.”  She lifts a hand and waves toward her bag.  “There’s money in there.”
“No, never mind that, I’ll get it.”
Andrea hears her stand and brush sand off her thin legs.  She imagines her pulling on a shirt over her two-piece suit before walking away.  Then it is silent but for the waves.  She feels her friends’ concern thick around her.  Though Andrea asked for friends to accompany her to the beach today, this sunny warm Sunday the day before Derek’s funeral, she suddenly finds them intolerable, and wishes she’d come alone, or wishes she’d stayed home.  But that would probably have been intolerable, too.  At moments she is nearly able to forget about it, or to feel okay, but then something rises in her, as regular as the waves, as strong and as uncontrollable, and she is not able to bear it.  Yet she continues to lie here, eyes closed behind her sunglasses, and there is nothing she can do but bear it.
It was just two nights ago.  Not Saturday night, last night, but the night before.  Saturday early morning, actually, around 1:30 a.m. She had broken up with Derek three months earlier but they had gone out together, for old times’ sake, and because they were still friends.  Their friendship, at that point, was an uneasy one.  Derek could still not accept that they would no longer be together.  His persistence made Andrea exasperated; couldn’t he see that they weren’t right for one another?  They’d gone out for two years, and during all that time he’d never seemed to notice her impatience with him, how far she felt from him at times.  He’d been oblivious to it, assuming that she was as much in love with him as she used to be, as much in love with him as he was with her. </itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>13:17</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Ode To This My Undead 2</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/ode-to-this-my-undead-2/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/ode-to-this-my-undead-2/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:29:14 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A Fistful of Moonbeams]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Acain]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Manila]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ode To This My Undead 2]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Philippines]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Somoza]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14643</guid> <description><![CDATA[Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. Like divining rods that tremble at the sensing of some hidden wellspring I stretch my tired arms, lay them down, slowly, like a pilgrim with a heavy wreath of cross on my chest hoping to still the undead fountainhead of these Tears. There is a river deep kept raging by the [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>Like divining rods that tremble<br
/> at the sensing of some hidden<br
/> wellspring</p><p>I stretch my tired arms, lay them<br
/> down, slowly, like a pilgrim</p><p>with a heavy wreath<br
/> of cross</p><p>on my chest</p><p>hoping to still<br
/> the undead fountainhead<br
/> of these</p><p>Tears.</p><p>There is a river deep<br
/> kept raging by the restless</p><p>unforgiven,</p><p>It keeps washing away<br
/> the frail spillways</p><p>of my resolve<br
/> towards</p><p>forgetting.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.</strong> is a Communications Officer in the Middle East and author of <strong>A Fistful of Moonbeams</strong>, his first poetry chapbook published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. Although foremost a poet, he is also a fictionist, an essayist and a playwright. Somoza hails from Siquijor Island in the Philippines. His writing has been widely published in his home country (<strong>Philippines Free Press</strong>, <strong>Philippine Graphics</strong>, <strong>Ateneo University Press</strong>, <strong>Cultural Center of the Philippines</strong>, etc.) and internationally (<strong>Moria Poetry</strong>, <strong>Troubador 21</strong>, <strong>Gloom Cupboard</strong>, <strong>Haggard &#038; Halloo</strong>, <strong>Barnwood International</strong>, etc.). He received a degree in Bachelor of Mass Communication from the University of the City of Manila and masteral units in Creative Writing from the University of the Philippines-Diliman. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/ode-to-this-my-undead-2/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Like divining rods that tremble
at the sensing of some hidden
wellspring
I stretch my tired arms, lay them
down, slowly, like a pilgrim
with a heavy wreath
of cross
on my chest
hoping to still
the undead fountainhead
of these
Tears.
There is a river deep
kept raging by the restless
unforgiven,
It keeps washing away
the frail spillways
of my resolve
towards
forgetting.
Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. is a Communications Officer in the Middle East and author of A Fistful of Moonbeams, his first poetry chapbook published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. Although foremost a poet, he is also a fictionist, an essayist and a playwright. Somoza hails from Siquijor Island in the Philippines. His writing has been widely published in his home country (Philippines Free Press, Philippine Graphics, Ateneo University Press, Cultural Center of the Philippines, etc.) and internationally (Moria Poetry, Troubador 21, Gloom Cupboard, Haggard &amp; Halloo, Barnwood International, etc.). He received a degree in Bachelor of Mass Communication from the University of the City of Manila and masteral units in Creative Writing from the University of the Philippines-Diliman.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>56</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Miss May&#8217;s Predicament</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/miss-mays-predicament/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/miss-mays-predicament/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:29:09 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A Fistful of Moonbeams]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Manila]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Miss May's Predicament]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Philippines]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14647</guid> <description><![CDATA[Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. In many ways she is more like the vase that holds the flowers she tends with backbreaking care in the backyard you’d never see her take off the ring her gnarled finger had outgrown; about time, maybe, someone taught her how to use search engines online Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. is [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.</h3><div
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id="poem"> In many ways she is more<br
/> like the vase that holds</p><p>the flowers she tends<br
/> with backbreaking care</p><p>in the backyard<br
/> you’d never see her take<br
/> off</p><p>the ring<br
/> her gnarled finger<br
/> had outgrown;</p><p>about time, maybe,<br
/> someone taught her<br
/> how</p><p>to use search<br
/> engines<br
/> online</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.</strong> is a Communications Officer in the Middle East and author of <strong>A Fistful of Moonbeams</strong>, his first poetry chapbook published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. Although foremost a poet, he is also a fictionist, an essayist and a playwright. Somoza hails from Siquijor Island in the Philippines. His writing has been widely published in his home country (<strong>Philippines Free Press</strong>, <strong>Philippine Graphics</strong>, <strong>Ateneo University Press</strong>, <strong>Cultural Center of the Philippines</strong>, etc.) and internationally (<strong>Moria Poetry</strong>, <strong>Troubador 21</strong>, <strong>Gloom Cupboard</strong>, <strong>Haggard &#038; Halloo</strong>, <strong>Barnwood International</strong>, etc.). He received a degree in Bachelor of Mass Communication from the University of the City of Manila and masteral units in Creative Writing from the University of the Philippines-Diliman. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/miss-mays-predicament/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/August/MissMaysPredicament.mp3" length="456546" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>A Fistful of Moonbeams,Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.,fogged clarity,Manila,Miss May&#039;s Predicament,Philippines,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. - In many ways she is more like the vase that holds - the flowers she tends with backbreaking care - in the backyard you’d never see her take off - the ring her gnarled finger had outgrown; - about time,</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.
In many ways she is more
like the vase that holds
the flowers she tends
with backbreaking care
in the backyard
you’d never see her take
off
the ring
her gnarled finger
had outgrown;
about time, maybe,
someone taught her
how
to use search
engines
online
Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. is a Communications Officer in the Middle East and author of A Fistful of Moonbeams, his first poetry chapbook published by Kilmog Press in April 2010. Although foremost a poet, he is also a fictionist, an essayist and a playwright. Somoza hails from Siquijor Island in the Philippines. His writing has been widely published in his home country (Philippines Free Press, Philippine Graphics, Ateneo University Press, Cultural Center of the Philippines, etc.) and internationally (Moria Poetry, Troubador 21, Gloom Cupboard, Haggard &amp; Halloo, Barnwood International, etc.). He received a degree in Bachelor of Mass Communication from the University of the City of Manila and masteral units in Creative Writing from the University of the Philippines-Diliman.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>29</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>What You Remember</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/what-you-remember/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/what-you-remember/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:29:04 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Marc Petersen]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[What You Remember]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14614</guid> <description><![CDATA[Marc Petersen Today, you don&#8217;t make it past Livermore. With a hundred miles to go, you pull off the freeway. You park. You get out. You watch traffic pass at eighty, heading northeast. You wanted to see where she&#8217;d lived. You imagine roads and barbed wire fences. It was a long walk. This is what [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Marc Petersen</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Today, you don&#8217;t make it past Livermore.<br
/> With a hundred miles to go,<br
/> you pull off the freeway.<br
/> You park.<br
/> You get out.<br
/> You watch traffic pass<br
/> at eighty,<br
/> heading northeast.<br
/> You wanted to see where she&#8217;d lived.<br
/> You imagine roads and barbed wire fences.<br
/> It was a long walk.<br
/> This is what you remember.<br
/> And big tin mailboxes<br
/> with their metal flags up.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Marc Petersen</strong> is a poet and photographer living in Santa Clara, CA.  His work has appeared in <strong>Narrative</strong>, <strong>The Nebraska Review</strong>, <strong>The Georgia Review</strong>, <strong>The Sun</strong>, and elsewhere. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/what-you-remember/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/August/WhatYouRemember.mp3" length="545971" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Marc Petersen,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,What You Remember</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Marc Petersen Today, you don&#039;t make it past Livermore. With a hundred miles to go, you pull off the freeway. You park. You get out. You watch traffic pass at eighty, heading northeast. You wanted to see where she&#039;d lived. </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Marc Petersen
Today, you don&#039;t make it past Livermore.
With a hundred miles to go,
you pull off the freeway.
You park.
You get out.
You watch traffic pass
at eighty,
heading northeast.
You wanted to see where she&#039;d lived.
You imagine roads and barbed wire fences.
It was a long walk.
This is what you remember.
And big tin mailboxes
with their metal flags up.
Marc Petersen is a poet and photographer living in Santa Clara, CA.  His work has appeared in Narrative, The Nebraska Review, The Georgia Review, The Sun, and elsewhere.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>34</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Dark Crowd</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-dark-crowd/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-dark-crowd/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:28:59 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Brendan Constantine]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Letters to Guns]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[reading]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Red Hen Press]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Dark Crowd]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14585</guid> <description><![CDATA[Brendan Constantine There are people our eyes can’t ride. My grandmother had an expression for it in Greek: Our eyes fall off them. Who don’t you see? What do they make plain instead? Have you thanked them? It’s probably relative. That is, not a question of beauty or character but rather, where you’re standing &#038; [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Brendan Constantine</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>There are people our eyes can’t ride. My grandmother<br
/> had an expression for it in Greek: <em>Our eyes fall off them</em>.</p><p>Who don’t you see? What do they make plain instead?<br
/> Have you thanked them? It’s probably relative. That is,</p><p>not a question of beauty or character but rather, where<br
/> you’re standing &#038; when &#038; how long. Today I said</p><p>hello to someone who didn’t answer. No telling<br
/> which of us wasn’t there. Perhaps we all get a turn.</p><p>Does light have a memory? Does it get used to us<br
/> the longer we’re here? I ask on behalf of the woman</p><p>you don’t see in an elevator until she gets out<br
/> and the whole car shakes. I’m asking for the boy</p><p>who runs into you at the mall, for the look he gives<br
/> not just you, but his own feet. I’m asking for all of us</p><p>who’ve ever disappeared from a family picture, one<br
/> we still feel ourselves holding for.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Brendan Constantine</strong> is a poet living and teaching in Los Angeles.  His work has appeared in numerous journals, most notably <strong>Ploughshares</strong>, <strong>Ninth Letter</strong>, <strong>The Los Angeles Review</strong>, <strong>The Cortland Review</strong>, <strong>RUNES</strong>, and <strong>The Underground Guide to Los Angeles</strong>. His collection, <strong>Letters To Guns</strong>, was published by Red Hen Press in 2009. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-dark-crowd/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/August/TheDarkCrowd.mp3" length="1317528" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio,Brendan Constantine,fogged clarity,Letters to Guns,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,reading,Red Hen Press,The Dark Crowd</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Brendan Constantine There are people our eyes can’t ride. My grandmother had an expression for it in Greek: Our eyes fall off them. - Who don’t you see? What do they make plain instead?  Have you thanked them? It’s probably relative.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Brendan Constantine
There are people our eyes can’t ride. My grandmother
had an expression for it in Greek: Our eyes fall off them.
Who don’t you see? What do they make plain instead?
Have you thanked them? It’s probably relative. That is,
not a question of beauty or character but rather, where
you’re standing &amp; when &amp; how long. Today I said
hello to someone who didn’t answer. No telling
which of us wasn’t there. Perhaps we all get a turn.
Does light have a memory? Does it get used to us
the longer we’re here? I ask on behalf of the woman
you don’t see in an elevator until she gets out
and the whole car shakes. I’m asking for the boy
who runs into you at the mall, for the look he gives
not just you, but his own feet. I’m asking for all of us
who’ve ever disappeared from a family picture, one
we still feel ourselves holding for.
Brendan Constantine is a poet living and teaching in Los Angeles.  His work has appeared in numerous journals, most notably Ploughshares, Ninth Letter, The Los Angeles Review, The Cortland Review, RUNES, and The Underground Guide to Los Angeles. His collection, Letters To Guns, was published by Red Hen Press in 2009.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:22</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Ultra Sound</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-ultra-sound/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-ultra-sound/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:28:54 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bela Lugosi]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Brendan Constantine]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Hollywood]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Letters to Guns]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Los Angeles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Red Hen Press]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Ultra Sound]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14581</guid> <description><![CDATA[Brendan Constantine I put my hand on her stomach and feel for the baby’s head. Earthquake season. After a beat, it finds my palm, nuzzles. I sense other movements, a fumbling in the dark of this woman. The couple downstairs are blind and clumsy. Their daughter is ashamed of her sight and pretends to stumble [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Brendan Constantine</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>I put my hand on her stomach and feel<br
/> for the baby’s head. Earthquake season.<br
/> After a beat, it finds my palm, nuzzles.<br
/> I sense other movements, a fumbling<br
/> in the dark of this woman. The couple<br
/> downstairs are blind and clumsy. Their<br
/> daughter is ashamed of her sight and<br
/> pretends to stumble all day. The baby<br
/> kicks twice, like its foot is caught on<br
/> a rug. <em>Yes, like that</em>, I think and move<br
/> my hand. Long ago, animals gathered<br
/> here, for water, for shade. Somehow I<br
/> can tell I’m over the face, the baby’s<br
/> eyes are open, it’s speaking. I kneel<br
/> to listen. A laugh begins in the floor.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Brendan Constantine</strong> is a poet living and teaching in Los Angeles.  His work has appeared in numerous journals, most notably <strong>Ploughshares</strong>, <strong>Ninth Letter</strong>, <strong>The Los Angeles Review</strong>, <strong>The Cortland Review</strong>, <strong>RUNES</strong>, and <strong>The Underground Guide to Los Angeles</strong>. His collection, <strong>Letters To Guns</strong>, was published by Red Hen Press in 2009. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/the-ultra-sound/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/August/TheUltraSound.mp3" length="1021614" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio,Bela Lugosi,Brendan Constantine,fogged clarity,Hollywood,Letters to Guns,Los Angeles,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Brendan Constantine I put my hand on her stomach and feel for the baby’s head. Earthquake season. After a beat, it finds my palm, nuzzles. I sense other movements, a fumbling in the dark of this woman. The couple </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Brendan Constantine
I put my hand on her stomach and feel
for the baby’s head. Earthquake season.
After a beat, it finds my palm, nuzzles.
I sense other movements, a fumbling
in the dark of this woman. The couple
downstairs are blind and clumsy. Their
daughter is ashamed of her sight and
pretends to stumble all day. The baby
kicks twice, like its foot is caught on
a rug. Yes, like that, I think and move
my hand. Long ago, animals gathered
here, for water, for shade. Somehow I
can tell I’m over the face, the baby’s
eyes are open, it’s speaking. I kneel
to listen. A laugh begins in the floor.
Brendan Constantine is a poet living and teaching in Los Angeles.  His work has appeared in numerous journals, most notably Ploughshares, Ninth Letter, The Los Angeles Review, The Cortland Review, RUNES, and The Underground Guide to Los Angeles. His collection, Letters To Guns, was published by Red Hen Press in 2009.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:04</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Samantha Crain</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-interview/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-interview/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:28:42 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[folk]]></category> <category><![CDATA[folk music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[guitar]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[midnight shivers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oklahoma]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Samantha Crain]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Shawnee]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songs in the Night]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the midnight shivers]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14658</guid> <description><![CDATA[The Oklahoma songwriter sits down to discuss music, literature, and shirts with three wolves howling at the moon.]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>The Oklahoma songwriter sits down to discuss music, literature, and shirts with three wolves howling at the moon.</p><div
id="attachment_14755" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 265px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SamanthaCrain_byDougSchwartz.png" alt="Samantha Crain Interview" title="SamanthaCrain_byDougSchwartz" width="255" height="374" class="size-full wp-image-14755" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Doug Schwartz</p></div><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li>Listen to <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/you-understood/">Samantha Crain&#8217;s <em>You (Understood)</em> in its entirety.</a></li><li>Listen to <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-session/">Samantha Crain&#8217;s Fogged Clarity Session</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Samantha Crain</strong> is a singer and songwriter from Shawnee, Oklahoma. Since 2006, Crain has released three albums: <strong>The Confiscation EP</strong>, <strong>Songs in the Night</strong>, and <strong>You (Understood)</strong>. Her music has been featured on NPR, and she has toured with the likes of The Avett Brothers, Kaki King, and Ben Kweller, among others.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-interview/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/August/SamanthaCrain_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="26737818" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,folk,folk music,guitar,Interview,Interviews,midnight shivers,Oklahoma,Samantha Crain,Shawnee,Songs in the Night,the midnight shivers</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The Oklahoma songwriter sits down to discuss music, literature, and shirts with three wolves howling at the moon.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
The Oklahoma songwriter sits down to discuss music, literature, and shirts with three wolves howling at the moon.
Also in This Issue:
* Listen to Samantha Crain&#039;s You (Understood) in its entirety.
* Listen to Samantha Crain&#039;s Fogged Clarity Session (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-session/)
Samantha Crain is a singer and songwriter from Shawnee, Oklahoma. Since 2006, Crain has released three albums: The Confiscation EP, Songs in the Night, and You (Understood). Her music has been featured on NPR, and she has toured with the likes of The Avett Brothers, Kaki King, and Ben Kweller, among others.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>27:51</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Samantha Crain</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-session/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-session/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 03:28:29 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oklahoma]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Samantha Crain]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Shawnee]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songs]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songs in the Night]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songwriter]]></category> <category><![CDATA[studio session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the confiscation ep]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the fogged clarity session]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14663</guid> <description><![CDATA[A poignant session recorded by Samantha Crain while on tour in Europe. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
style="padding-left:58px;">A gorgeous three song session Samantha recorded while on tour in Europe.</div><div
style="padding-left:58px;">1.  Original song by Samantha Crain, not yet released, &#8220;It&#8217;s Simple&#8221;</div><div
style="padding-left:58px;">2.  Original song by Samantha Crain, on You (Understood) &#8220;Blueprints&#8221;</div><div
style="padding-left:58px; padding-bottom:15px;">3.  Cover of &#8220;It&#8217;s Easier Now&#8221; by Jason Molina</div><div
id="attachment_14758" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 507px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/SamanthaCrain_byDusdinCondren.png" alt="Samantha Crain Acoustic Session" title="SamanthaCrain_byDusdinCondren" width="497" height="318" class="size-full wp-image-14758" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Dusdin Condren</p></div><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li>Listen to <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/you-understood/">Samantha Crain&#8217;s <em>You (Understood)</em> in its entirety.</a></li><li>Listen to our <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-interview/">interview with Samantha Crain</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Samantha Crain</strong> is a singer and songwriter from Shawnee, Oklahoma. Since 2006, Crain has released three albums: <strong>The Confiscation EP</strong>, <strong>Songs in the Night</strong>, and <strong>You (Understood)</strong>. Her music has been featured on NPR, and she has toured with the likes of The Avett Brothers, Kaki King, and Ben Kweller, among others.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-session/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2011/SamanthaCrain_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="10880439" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>acoustic,fogged clarity,music,Oklahoma,Samantha Crain,Shawnee,Songs,Songs in the Night,Songwriter,studio session,the confiscation ep,the fogged clarity session</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>A poignant session recorded by Samantha Crain while on tour in Europe.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
A gorgeous three song session Samantha recorded while on tour in Europe.
1.  Original song by Samantha Crain, not yet released, &quot;It&#039;s Simple&quot;
2.  Original song by Samantha Crain, on You (Understood) &quot;Blueprints&quot;
3.  Cover of &quot;It&#039;s Easier Now&quot; by Jason Molina
Also in This Issue:
* Listen to Samantha Crain&#039;s You (Understood) in its entirety.
* Listen to our interview with Samantha Crain (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/samantha-crain-interview/)
Samantha Crain is a singer and songwriter from Shawnee, Oklahoma. Since 2006, Crain has released three albums: The Confiscation EP, Songs in the Night, and You (Understood). Her music has been featured on NPR, and she has toured with the likes of The Avett Brothers, Kaki King, and Ben Kweller, among others.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>11:20</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Joshua Hodges</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/joshua-hodges/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/joshua-hodges/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 01:28:48 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[electronica]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Josh Hodges]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Joshua Hodges]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Portland]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Reptilians]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Starfucker]]></category> <category><![CDATA[STRFKR]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14653</guid> <description><![CDATA[The lead singer of the Portland band Starfucker discusses mortality, music, and his most recent album, "Reptilians."]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>The lead singer of the Portland-based band Starfucker talks openly about death&#8217;s influence on his music, and the making of his latest record, <em>Reptilians</em>.</p><div
id="attachment_14832" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 438px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/JoshHodges_byVictoriaSmith.jpg" alt="Joshua Hodges by Victoria Smith" title="JoshHodges_byVictoriaSmith" width="428" height="428" class="size-full wp-image-14832" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Victoria Smith</p></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Joshua Hodges</strong> is the lead singer and songwriter for the Portland band Starfucker.  Since 2008, his band has released 3 EPs and 2 full-length albums, including their most recent, <strong>Reptilians</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/joshua-hodges/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/August/JoshHodges_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="22734198" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Ben Evans,electronica,fogged clarity,Interview,Josh Hodges,Joshua Hodges,music,Portland,Reptilians,Starfucker,STRFKR,The Fogged Clarity Interview</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The lead singer of the Portland band Starfucker discusses mortality, music, and his most recent album, &quot;Reptilians.&quot;</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
The lead singer of the Portland-based band Starfucker talks openly about death&#039;s influence on his music, and the making of his latest record, Reptilians.
Joshua Hodges is the lead singer and songwriter for the Portland band Starfucker.  Since 2008, his band has released 3 EPs and 2 full-length albums, including their most recent, Reptilians.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>23:41</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Poetry &amp; Smoke: A Manifesto</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poetry-smoke-a-manifesto/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poetry-smoke-a-manifesto/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:49:01 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Essays & Nonfiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Causeway]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Elaine Sexton]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Manifesto]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New Issues]]></category> <category><![CDATA[non-fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oprah]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poetry & Smoke]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sleuth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Massachusetts Review]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14081</guid> <description><![CDATA[Elaine Sexton I am for a poetry that makes nothing happen. I’m for a poetry that is too young to date, but too old to overlook. I’m for a poetry that wants to paint. I was thinking of those huge paintings by Francis Bacon at the Metropolitan last summer. There must have been about fifty [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Elaine Sexton</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>I am for a poetry that makes nothing happen.</p><p>I’m for a poetry that is too young to date, but too old to overlook.</p><p>I’m for a poetry that wants to paint.</p><p>I was thinking of those huge paintings by Francis Bacon at the Metropolitan last summer. There must have been about fifty of them. I was thinking of the colors, the wide open space in them, the intensity of their shapes after the stun gun of subject matter. I was looking at myself looking at the canvases, standing in front of them. I was seeing myself, later, in his studio, in the chaos of it. I was thinking of his workspace in relation to his work. Order from disorder. I’m for a poetry that <em>makes order from disorder</em>. And maybe, sometimes, <em>takes it back</em>.</p><p>There’s pleasure in some kinds of confinement, like, say, a correctional facility <em>of your own design</em>. But that’s <em>not</em> what a poem is, in my book, not exactly, not a correctional facility… but, I believe that’s where poems come from, quarters you make and inhabit for a while. You have to find a good place to spin in, like the silk worms in the stalls on the dusty side streets of Shanghai. They spin themselves into an elegant net for display, for the tourists. And the net is all a person can see standing there on the sidewalk, not the worms, which aren’t really worms at all, but invisible makers, in the end, that turn into moths, or become a shell of themselves in a jar on a shelf.</p><p>I’m for a poetry that sets out to make something clear, something <em>visually, sonically, spatially pleasing</em>. Not opaque. Not obscure. Not <em>overly</em> sensual, either. Not cloying the way X’s poems are (do I have to name names?) overly rhymed, inside and out, sensual for sensuality’s sake, poems that fall all over themselves, that make out with themselves, loving themselves and the sounds they make way too much, so there’s no room, no love left for the reader. I’m for the reader. I’m for leaving some room for the reader, a lot of room.</p><p>I’m for a poetry that is tart, that barks a little, and maybe, sometimes, <em>a lot</em>, a poetry that calls attention to itself… but then leaves you alone. You know, the way you feel when the neighbor’s dog down the hall has finally stopped barking. And there’s suddenly silence. And you never thought of silence that way before, of the word: <em>silence</em>. But there you are on the couch, grateful to the damn dog for barking, the dog you were, moments before, dreaming of feeding a bad ham to. But now, you love that dog, because now you can practically <em>taste silence</em> in the wake of his bark, a new taste, one you never tasted before. I’m for a poetry that does that.</p><p>And speaking of taste, I’m also for a poetry that still smokes. A poetry that sends signals, words that are signs with their smells still attached, a little ash, a little resin, still sticky, still holding onto their scorched antecedents. I’m for words arranged in a way that makes you think about where they come from, word origins, words that take you back to the beginning of something, even if it isn’t their <em>real</em> beginnings, the places they <em>actually</em> come from, but an original place, one you <em>imagined</em> into being. I’m for words that were orphans until you gave them a sentence.</p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Elaine Sexton</strong>’s poems, art and book reviews have appeared in publications as wide-ranging as <strong>American Poetry Review</strong>, <strong>Art in America</strong>, <strong>Oprah Magazine</strong>, <strong>Pleiades</strong>, <strong>Poetry</strong> and <strong>The Massachusetts Review</strong>.  Her two books, collections of poetry, are <strong>Sleuth </strong>(2003), and <strong>Causeway</strong> (2008), both released by New Issues (Western Michigan University).</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poetry-smoke-a-manifesto/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/August/ElaineSexton_PoetryAndSmoke.mp3" length="3644732" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Causeway,Elaine Sexton,fogged clarity,Manifesto,New Issues,non-fiction,Oprah,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,Poetry &amp; Smoke</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Elaine Sexton - I am for a poetry that makes nothing happen. - I’m for a poetry that is too young to date, but too old to overlook. - I’m for a poetry that wants to paint. - I was thinking of those huge paintings by Francis Bacon at the Metropo...</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Elaine Sexton
I am for a poetry that makes nothing happen.
I’m for a poetry that is too young to date, but too old to overlook.
I’m for a poetry that wants to paint.
I was thinking of those huge paintings by Francis Bacon at the Metropolitan last summer. There must have been about fifty of them. I was thinking of the colors, the wide open space in them, the intensity of their shapes after the stun gun of subject matter. I was looking at myself looking at the canvases, standing in front of them. I was seeing myself, later, in his studio, in the chaos of it. I was thinking of his workspace in relation to his work. Order from disorder. I’m for a poetry that makes order from disorder. And maybe, sometimes, takes it back.
There’s pleasure in some kinds of confinement, like, say, a correctional facility of your own design. But that’s not what a poem is, in my book, not exactly, not a correctional facility… but, I believe that’s where poems come from, quarters you make and inhabit for a while. You have to find a good place to spin in, like the silk worms in the stalls on the dusty side streets of Shanghai. They spin themselves into an elegant net for display, for the tourists. And the net is all a person can see standing there on the sidewalk, not the worms, which aren’t really worms at all, but invisible makers, in the end, that turn into moths, or become a shell of themselves in a jar on a shelf.
I’m for a poetry that sets out to make something clear, something visually, sonically, spatially pleasing. Not opaque. Not obscure. Not overly sensual, either. Not cloying the way X’s poems are (do I have to name names?) overly rhymed, inside and out, sensual for sensuality’s sake, poems that fall all over themselves, that make out with themselves, loving themselves and the sounds they make way too much, so there’s no room, no love left for the reader. I’m for the reader. I’m for leaving some room for the reader, a lot of room.
I’m for a poetry that is tart, that barks a little, and maybe, sometimes, a lot, a poetry that calls attention to itself… but then leaves you alone. You know, the way you feel when the neighbor’s dog down the hall has finally stopped barking. And there’s suddenly silence. And you never thought of silence that way before, of the word: silence. But there you are on the couch, grateful to the damn dog for barking, the dog you were, moments before, dreaming of feeding a bad ham to. But now, you love that dog, because now you can practically taste silence in the wake of his bark, a new taste, one you never tasted before. I’m for a poetry that does that.
And speaking of taste, I’m also for a poetry that still smokes. A poetry that sends signals, words that are signs with their smells still attached, a little ash, a little resin, still sticky, still holding onto their scorched antecedents. I’m for words arranged in a way that makes you think about where they come from, word origins, words that take you back to the beginning of something, even if it isn’t their real beginnings, the places they actually come from, but an original place, one you imagined into being. I’m for words that were orphans until you gave them a sentence.
Elaine Sexton’s poems, art and book reviews have appeared in publications as wide-ranging as American Poetry Review, Art in America, Oprah Magazine, Pleiades, Poetry and The Massachusetts Review.  Her two books, collections of poetry, are Sleuth (2003), and Causeway (2008), both released by New Issues (Western Michigan University).</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>3:48</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Rising Sonnet for Miles</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/rising-sonnet-for-miles/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/rising-sonnet-for-miles/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:48:45 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Miles Davis]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rising Sonnet for Miles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Shiva's Drum]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Stephen Cramer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tounge and Groove]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Vermont]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Vermont]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14068</guid> <description><![CDATA[Stephen Cramer St. Louis, ’44: Miles was 18, fresh out of high school, &#038; seeing Bird &#038; Diz on one stage was a daydream to rival his most carnal. When he heard those escalating exchanges, the opposite of gravity, it was like the first time he rode an elevator: when Diz hit floor three, Miles’ [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Stephen Cramer</h3><div
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id="poem"> St. Louis, ’44: Miles was 18,<br
/> fresh out of high school, &#038; seeing Bird</p><p>&#038; Diz on one stage was a daydream<br
/> to rival his most carnal. When he heard</p><p>those escalating exchanges, the opposite<br
/> of gravity, it was like the first time</p><p>he rode an elevator: when Diz hit<br
/> floor three, Miles’ heart filled his shoes. As they climbed,</p><p>he imagined smashing through the ceiling<br
/> to cruise among stars beyond the Milky Way,</p><p>that spill of pearls below. <em>The greatest feeling<br
/> I ever had in my life</em>, he’d say,</p><p>then, with a smirk, <em>with my clothes on, that is</em>—<br
/> St. Louis, ’44: Bird and Diz.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Stephen Cramer</strong>’s first book of poems, <strong>Shiva’s Drum</strong>, was selected by Grace Schulman for the National Poetry Series and published in 2004. His second, <strong>Tongue &#038; Groove</strong>, was published by University of Illinois Press in 2007. His work has appeared in journals such as <strong>American Poetry Review</strong>, <strong>African American Review</strong>, <strong>Harvard Review</strong>, <strong>Atlanta Review</strong>, <strong>Green Mountains Review</strong>, and <strong>Hayden’s Ferry Review</strong>. He’s currently polishing up a third collection of poetry with help from a grant from The Vermont Arts Council. He teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/rising-sonnet-for-miles/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/July/Cramer_RisingSonnetForMiles.mp3" length="911276" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Miles Davis,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Rising Sonnet for Miles,Shiva&#039;s Drum,Stephen Cramer,Tounge and Groove,University of Vermont</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Stephen Cramer - St. Louis, ’44: Miles was 18, fresh out of high school, &amp; seeing Bird - &amp; Diz on one stage was a daydream   to rival his most carnal. When he heard - those escalating exchanges, the opposite   of gravity,</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Stephen Cramer
St. Louis, ’44: Miles was 18,
fresh out of high school, &amp; seeing Bird
&amp; Diz on one stage was a daydream
to rival his most carnal. When he heard
those escalating exchanges, the opposite
of gravity, it was like the first time
he rode an elevator: when Diz hit
floor three, Miles’ heart filled his shoes. As they climbed,
he imagined smashing through the ceiling
to cruise among stars beyond the Milky Way,
that spill of pearls below. The greatest feeling
I ever had in my life, he’d say,
then, with a smirk, with my clothes on, that is—
St. Louis, ’44: Bird and Diz.
Stephen Cramer’s first book of poems, Shiva’s Drum, was selected by Grace Schulman for the National Poetry Series and published in 2004. His second, Tongue &amp; Groove, was published by University of Illinois Press in 2007. His work has appeared in journals such as American Poetry Review, African American Review, Harvard Review, Atlanta Review, Green Mountains Review, and Hayden’s Ferry Review. He’s currently polishing up a third collection of poetry with help from a grant from The Vermont Arts Council. He teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>57</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Poe in Love</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poe-in-love/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poe-in-love/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:48:31 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Howie Good]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lovesick]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New Paltz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New York]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Poe in Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14064</guid> <description><![CDATA[Howie Good 1 A man jammed fistfuls of earth into his mouth. And why not when nations sell weapons to their enemies? The weather arrived late, a funeral with only four mourners. All his life he liked to wander through cemeteries. If everyone is doing it, someone said, it must be OK. 2 Probably the [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Howie Good</h3><div
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id="poem"> <strong>1</strong><br
/> A man jammed fistfuls of earth into his mouth. And why not when nations sell weapons to their enemies? The weather arrived late, a funeral with only four mourners. All his life he liked to wander through cemeteries. If everyone is doing it, someone said, it must be OK.</p><p><strong>2</strong><br
/> Probably the first paint was animal blood. He asked for a razor. Born on a cold day, he took with him a heart always about to break. He was found, years later, wearing only one shoe. Some of his stories from that period are spattered with raindrops.</p><p><strong>3</strong><br
/> He picked cherries from the tree and threw them down to her. Everything yearned toward everything else. She was there no more than three or four minutes, her white dress dashed with blood as bright as the cherries she caught.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Howie Good</strong>, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the full-length poetry collections <strong>Lovesick</strong> (Press Americana, 2009), <strong>Heart With a Dirty Windshield</strong> (BeWrite Books, 2010), and <strong>Everything Reminds Me of Me</strong> (Desperanto, 2011).</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/poe-in-love/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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1
A man jammed fistfuls of earth into his mouth. And why not when nations sell weapons to their enemies? The weather arrived late, a funeral with only four mourners. All his life he liked to wander through cemeteries. If everyone is doing it, someone said, it must be OK.
2
Probably the first paint was animal blood. He asked for a razor. Born on a cold day, he took with him a heart always about to break. He was found, years later, wearing only one shoe. Some of his stories from that period are spattered with raindrops.
3
He picked cherries from the tree and threw them down to her. Everything yearned toward everything else. She was there no more than three or four minutes, her white dress dashed with blood as bright as the cherries she caught.
Howie Good, a journalism professor at SUNY New Paltz, is the author of the full-length poetry collections Lovesick (Press Americana, 2009), Heart With a Dirty Windshield (BeWrite Books, 2010), and Everything Reminds Me of Me (Desperanto, 2011).</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:24</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Tempus Fugit: Couplets for Stan Getz</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/tempus-fugit-couplets-for-stan-getz/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/tempus-fugit-couplets-for-stan-getz/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:48:22 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Stan Getz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Stephen Cramer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tempus Fugit]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tongue and Groove]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Vermont]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Vermont]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14071</guid> <description><![CDATA[Stephen Cramer The 16 inch slash from his left nipple around to his backbone wouldn’t cripple his style, but having his chest muscles cut, his ribs pried apart so surgeons could root through artery &#038; bone: that might. Still, they collapsed his lung, steered toward the fist-sized tumor trapped between his heart &#038; spine… Dis [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Stephen Cramer</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>The 16 inch slash<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">from his left nipple</span></p><p>around to his backbone<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">wouldn’t cripple</span></p><p>his style, but<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">having his chest muscles cut,</span></p><p>his ribs pried apart<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">so surgeons could root</span></p><p>through artery &#038; bone: that might.<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">Still, they collapsed</span></p><p>his lung, steered toward<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">the fist-sized tumor trapped</span></p><p>between his heart<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">&#038; spine… <em>Dis here</em></span></p><p><em>finado</em>, he liked to say<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">that year,</span></p><p>though it <em>wasn’t</em> over,<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">not quite: his side</span></p><p>sewn up, his muscles<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">relearning how to bind</span></p><p>&#038; flex… No stitch could hope<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">to withhold the manic</span></p><p>grind of <em>Tempus Fugit</em>,<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">the frantic </span></p><p>laddering of sixteenths,<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">but what can you say</span></p><p>when you hear those last<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">records: the way</span></p><p>every fluid &#038; bottomless<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">run he blows </span></p><p>tests the seams<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">of those restrung sinews,</span></p><p>some notes amplified,<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">while others are muffled, caught</span></p><p>in the hole<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:50px;">between his spine &#038; heart.</span></p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Stephen Cramer</strong>’s first book of poems, <strong>Shiva’s Drum</strong>, was selected by Grace Schulman for the National Poetry Series and published in 2004. His second, <strong>Tongue &#038; Groove</strong>, was published by University of Illinois Press in 2007. His work has appeared in journals such as <strong>American Poetry Review</strong>, <strong>African American Review</strong>, <strong>Harvard Review</strong>, <strong>Atlanta Review</strong>, <strong>Green Mountains Review</strong>, and <strong>Hayden’s Ferry Review</strong>. He’s currently polishing up a third collection of poetry with help from a grant from The Vermont Arts Council. He teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/tempus-fugit-couplets-for-stan-getz/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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The 16 inch slash
from his left nipple
around to his backbone
wouldn’t cripple
his style, but
having his chest muscles cut,
his ribs pried apart
so surgeons could root
through artery &amp; bone: that might.
Still, they collapsed
his lung, steered toward
the fist-sized tumor trapped
between his heart
&amp; spine… Dis here
finado, he liked to say
that year,
though it wasn’t over,
not quite: his side
sewn up, his muscles
relearning how to bind
&amp; flex… No stitch could hope
to withhold the manic
grind of Tempus Fugit,
the frantic
laddering of sixteenths,
but what can you say
when you hear those last
records: the way
every fluid &amp; bottomless
run he blows
tests the seams
of those restrung sinews,
some notes amplified,
while others are muffled, caught
in the hole
between his spine &amp; heart.
Stephen Cramer’s first book of poems, Shiva’s Drum, was selected by Grace Schulman for the National Poetry Series and published in 2004. His second, Tongue &amp; Groove, was published by University of Illinois Press in 2007. His work has appeared in journals such as American Poetry Review, African American Review, Harvard Review, Atlanta Review, Green Mountains Review, and Hayden’s Ferry Review. He’s currently polishing up a third collection of poetry with help from a grant from The Vermont Arts Council. He teaches writing and literature at the University of Vermont and lives with his wife and daughter in Burlington.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:15</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>To Raimund Hoghe</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/to-raimund-hoghe/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/to-raimund-hoghe/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:48:09 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Allyson Paty]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New York]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Raimund Hoghe]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Tin House]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14077</guid> <description><![CDATA[Allyson Paty By what grace can two men stand in equal stillness while each minute settles like exhaust when it rises and drifts to the edge of the city. There is the man who musters his snake limbs. There are the stones that he shakes against his chest. Then you, Raimund. On what nerve do [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Allyson Paty</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>By what grace</p><p>can two men stand</p><p>in equal stillness</p><p>while each minute</p><p>settles like exhaust</p><p>when it rises</p><p>and drifts</p><p>to the edge</p><p>of the city.</p><p>There is the man</p><p>who musters</p><p>his snake limbs.</p><p>There are the stones</p><p>that he shakes</p><p>against his chest.</p><p>Then you, Raimund.</p><p>On what nerve</p><p>do you undress</p><p>for a crowd.</p><p>And with what</p><p>can you lie</p><p>while you wait</p><p>for Snake Limbs</p><p>to place his stones</p><p>along each ridge</p><p>of your spine</p><p>as though parting</p><p>his child’s hair.</p><p>An exchange</p><p>between skin</p><p>and stone.</p><p>Between city</p><p>and the minutes</p><p>that build it.</p><p>Distance</p><p>between man</p><p>and man</p><p>and how</p><p>without deed or bond</p><p>he measures his body</p><p>against the ground</p><p>where he lays it.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Allyson Paty</strong> was raised in New York City, where she continues to live. Her poems have appeared in the publications <strong>Tin House</strong>, <strong>Boxcar Poetry Review</strong>, and <strong>Low Log</strong>, among others. Her collaborations with Danniel Schoonebeek can be found on <strong>The Awl</strong> and <strong>Underwater New York</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/to-raimund-hoghe/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/July/AllysonPaty_ToRaimundHoghe.mp3" length="1121530" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Allyson Paty,fogged clarity,New York,poet,Poetry,poets,Raimund Hoghe,Tin House</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Allyson Paty By what grace - can two men stand - in equal stillness - while each minute - settles like exhaust - when it rises  - and drifts - to the edge  - of the city. - There is the man - who musters  - his snake limbs. - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Allyson Paty
By what grace
can two men stand
in equal stillness
while each minute
settles like exhaust
when it rises
and drifts
to the edge
of the city.
There is the man
who musters
his snake limbs.
There are the stones
that he shakes
against his chest.
Then you, Raimund.
On what nerve
do you undress
for a crowd.
And with what
can you lie
while you wait
for Snake Limbs
to place his stones
along each ridge
of your spine
as though parting
his child’s hair.
An exchange
between skin
and stone.
Between city
and the minutes
that build it.
Distance
between man
and man
and how
without deed or bond
he measures his body
against the ground
where he lays it.
Allyson Paty was raised in New York City, where she continues to live. Her poems have appeared in the publications Tin House, Boxcar Poetry Review, and Low Log, among others. Her collaborations with Danniel Schoonebeek can be found on The Awl and Underwater New York.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jeffrey Paul Lupo</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-session/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-session/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:47:55 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jeffrey Paul Lupo]]></category> <category><![CDATA[London School of Economics]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Diego]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Seattle]]></category> <category><![CDATA[session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Proverbial Horse]]></category> <category><![CDATA[You're in Golden Light]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14207</guid> <description><![CDATA["With such mayhem, lay your body down." Jeff plays three tracks for his Fogged Clarity session. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
id="attachment_14222" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 508px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/jpl-magnuson-1.jpg" alt="Jeffrey Paul Lupo Session" title="JeffreyPaulLupo" width="498" height="336" class="size-full wp-image-14222" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Kim Selling</p></div><div
class="center"></div><div
class="center">The San Diego songwriter plays three for an exclusive Fogged Clarity Session.</div><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li><a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/youre-in-golden-light/">You&#8217;re in Golden Light</a></li><li>Listen to our <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-interview/">interview with Jeffrey Paul Lupo</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jeffrey Paul Lupo</strong> was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London School of Economics.  As a singer and songwriter Jeff has released two albums, <strong>You’re in Golden Light</strong> and <strong>The Proverbial Horse</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-session/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/sessions/2011/JeffreyPaulLupo_FoggedClaritySession.mp3" length="9159717" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>acoustic,fogged clarity,Fogged Clarity Session,Jeffrey Paul Lupo,London School of Economics,music,San Diego,Seattle,session,The Proverbial Horse,You&#039;re in Golden Light</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>&quot;With such mayhem, lay your body down.&quot; Jeff plays three tracks for his Fogged Clarity session.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Session
The San Diego songwriter plays three for an exclusive Fogged Clarity Session.
Also in This Issue:
* You&#039;re in Golden Light (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/youre-in-golden-light/)
* Listen to our interview with Jeffrey Paul Lupo (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-interview/)
Jeffrey Paul Lupo was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London School of Economics.  As a singer and songwriter Jeff has released two albums, You’re in Golden Light and The Proverbial Horse.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>9:32</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Bed the Monster</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/bed-the-monster/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/bed-the-monster/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:47:43 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bed the Monster]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fullbright grant]]></category> <category><![CDATA[George Mason]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Penn State]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rachael Lyon]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Normal Heart and How it Works]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14193</guid> <description><![CDATA[Rachael Lyon Sometimes I wonder whether I was robbed of some rich diction, having grown up in a landlocked place. The smells of sea don’t make me sick for home, nor do the names of fish or coastal birds. Or this: a sound. That means one thing to me. But it haunts you, this land [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Rachael Lyon</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Sometimes I wonder whether I was robbed<br
/> of some rich diction, having grown up in<br
/> a landlocked place. The smells of sea don’t make<br
/> me sick for home, nor do the names of fish<br
/> or coastal birds. Or this: a sound. That means<br
/> one thing to me. But it haunts you, this land<br
/> formation made by flood or glacial carve.<br
/> The dark arm of an ocean reaching past<br
/> the salty shore in all her sulk. This world<br
/> is full of real life fishmongers, who heave<br
/> their flash of fish, bellow shanties easy<br
/> like breathing. Something in that skin of yours,<br
/> a Captain Ahab, shivers awake sometimes<br
/> and stares at me, my nose scrunched up at men<br
/> filleting: hacking heads and wracking bones<br
/> and tossing around all that red-silver, limp<br
/> and heavy, hand to hand. That man you are,<br
/> he knows I don’t belong here, as he wraps<br
/> his business expertly in paper, throws<br
/> it in his pack, and walks away, red skull<br
/> cap gleaming back at me: my only guide<br
/> from here, at once calling me to follow<br
/> and warning me to stay the hell away.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Rachael Lyon</strong> is the author of <strong>The Normal Heart and How It Works</strong> (forthcoming 2011), winner of the 2010 White Eagle Coffee Store Press Poetry Chapbook Award, and finalist for the 2010 Black River Chapbook Competition. She received an MFA in poetry from George Mason University and recently completed a 2009-10 Fulbright grant in Vienna, Austria, where she translated poetry from German. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in <strong>The Hopkins Review</strong>, <strong>Blue Earth Review</strong>, <strong>Cider Press Review</strong>, and <strong>The Midwest Quarterly</strong>, among others. At work on her first collection of poems, she teaches writing as an instructor at Penn State.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/bed-the-monster/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/July/RachaelLyon_BedTheMonster.mp3" length="1271127" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Bed the Monster,fogged clarity,Fullbright grant,George Mason,Penn State,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Rachael Lyon,The Normal Heart and How it Works</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Rachael Lyon Sometimes I wonder whether I was robbed  of some rich diction, having grown up in  a landlocked place. The smells of sea don’t make me sick for home, nor do the names of fish  or coastal birds. Or this: a sound.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Rachael Lyon
Sometimes I wonder whether I was robbed
of some rich diction, having grown up in
a landlocked place. The smells of sea don’t make
me sick for home, nor do the names of fish
or coastal birds. Or this: a sound. That means
one thing to me. But it haunts you, this land
formation made by flood or glacial carve.
The dark arm of an ocean reaching past
the salty shore in all her sulk. This world
is full of real life fishmongers, who heave
their flash of fish, bellow shanties easy
like breathing. Something in that skin of yours,
a Captain Ahab, shivers awake sometimes
and stares at me, my nose scrunched up at men
filleting: hacking heads and wracking bones
and tossing around all that red-silver, limp
and heavy, hand to hand. That man you are,
he knows I don’t belong here, as he wraps
his business expertly in paper, throws
it in his pack, and walks away, red skull
cap gleaming back at me: my only guide
from here, at once calling me to follow
and warning me to stay the hell away.
Rachael Lyon is the author of The Normal Heart and How It Works (forthcoming 2011), winner of the 2010 White Eagle Coffee Store Press Poetry Chapbook Award, and finalist for the 2010 Black River Chapbook Competition. She received an MFA in poetry from George Mason University and recently completed a 2009-10 Fulbright grant in Vienna, Austria, where she translated poetry from German. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Hopkins Review, Blue Earth Review, Cider Press Review, and The Midwest Quarterly, among others. At work on her first collection of poems, she teaches writing as an instructor at Penn State.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:19</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jeffrey Paul Lupo</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-interview/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-interview/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 13:47:24 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jeffrey Paul Lupo]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Diego]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Singer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Songwriter]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Proverbial Horse]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Washington]]></category> <category><![CDATA[You're in Golden Light]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14212</guid> <description><![CDATA[<strong>Jeffrey Paul Lupo</strong> was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London School of Economics.  As a singer and songwriter Jeff has released two albums, <strong>You’re in Golden Light</strong> and <strong>The Proverbial Horse</strong>.]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
id="attachment_14222" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 508px"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/jpl-magnuson-1.jpg" alt="Jeffrey Paul Lupo Session" title="JeffreyPaulLupo" width="498" height="336" class="size-full wp-image-14222" /><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo: Kim Selling</p></div><div
class="center"></div><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li>Listen to <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-session/">Jeffrey Paul Lupo&#8217;s Fogged Clarity Session</a></li><li><a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/youre-in-golden-light/">You&#8217;re in Golden Light</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jeffrey Paul Lupo</strong> was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London School of Economics.  As a singer and songwriter Jeff has released two albums, <strong>You’re in Golden Light</strong> and <strong>The Proverbial Horse</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-interview/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/July/JeffreyLupo_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="18481875" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Jeffrey Paul Lupo,music,San Diego,Singer,Songwriter,The Fogged Clarity Interview,The Proverbial Horse,University of Washington,You&#039;re in Golden Light</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jeffrey Paul Lupo was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London Sc...</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
Also in This Issue:
* Listen to Jeffrey Paul Lupo&#039;s Fogged Clarity Session (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/jeffrey-paul-lupo-session/)
* You&#039;re in Golden Light (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/07/youre-in-golden-light/)
Jeffrey Paul Lupo was born in San Diego, and has since divided his time between Southern California and Seattle.  A recent graduate of the University of Washington, Jeff is in the process of moving to London to pursue a graduate degree at the London School of Economics.  As a singer and songwriter Jeff has released two albums, You’re in Golden Light and The Proverbial Horse.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>19:15</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Bela Fleck</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/06/bela-fleck/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/06/bela-fleck/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 03:49:33 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[banjo]]></category> <category><![CDATA[banjo concero]]></category> <category><![CDATA[banjo player]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bela Bartok]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bela Fleck]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bela Fleck and the Flecktones]]></category> <category><![CDATA[bluegrass]]></category> <category><![CDATA[bruce hornsby]]></category> <category><![CDATA[chick corea]]></category> <category><![CDATA[concerto]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Dave Matthews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fleck]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[folk]]></category> <category><![CDATA[future man]]></category> <category><![CDATA[grammy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[grammy awards]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[jazz]]></category> <category><![CDATA[left of the cool]]></category> <category><![CDATA[little worlds]]></category> <category><![CDATA[live art]]></category> <category><![CDATA[live at the quick]]></category> <category><![CDATA[music]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Nashville]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Nashville Symphony]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rocket Science]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sinister minister]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the hidden land]]></category> <category><![CDATA[victor wooten]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=14203</guid> <description><![CDATA[The most accomplished banjoist on earth sits down with Ben to discuss his life and craft in an exclusive audio interview. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/bela.jpg" alt="Bela Fleck Interview" title="bela" width="300" height="413" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-14218" /></p><div
class="center"></div><p>The best banjoist in the world sits down with Ben to discuss his life, his band, and his latest album, <em>Rocket Science</em>.</p><p><strong> *Purchase Bela Fleck and the Flecktones latest album, <em>Rocket Science</em> <a
href="http://www.amazon.com/Rocket-Science-Bela-Fleck-Flecktones/dp/B004S699GI">here</a>.</strong></p><p><strong>**To see the Flecktones summer tour schedule click <a
href="http://www.flecktones.com/tour.php">here</a>. </strong></p><hr
style="width:100%"><h4>TRANSCRIPTION</h4><p
align="left"><p
align="left"><p
align="left"><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> Talk to me about how important freedom is to you as a musician.  Over your career you’ve seemed never to constrain yourself with style or genre.</p><p><strong>Bela Fleck:</strong> That might be an illusion, but it’s an idealistic illusion and its one that I fight for.   Every band that you put together you have to figure out how long your going to play and you have to make a lot of decisions for a long period of time and then commit to it, so if your in the middle of a tour and you suddenly want the freedom to go and do something else, you don’t have it.  You know what I mean? So even in the case of this Flecktone’s tour, which we are super thrilled to be doing, we’re committing to a year of playing together, so that means we’ll be free within the constraints of the band, but then we’ll be free after the band is done to do whatever other projects we want to do.  So it’s freedom, but with sort of a clock ticking and figuring out when you can do the different things you want to do.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, you and Victor Wooten and Future Man have been playing together for over twenty years, so I have to imagine you get along fairly well…</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, we really do, we really do, and in fact, the last three years where we haven’t been playing together that much except at Christmas time has really just been because we all respect each other and want the opportunity to see ourselves and each other do different things with other people too, you know.  But whenever we see each other and whenever we get to play, there are sparks.  It’s fun. We’re happy, we’re happy to be together, and bringing Howard back into it is really, really interesting.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> How did your approach differ on this album, <em>Rocket Science</em>, as opposed to past Flecktone’s releases?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> It’s a lot more like being in the band when it started in the first three or four years, when Howard was in the band.  In fact, I feel like <em>Rocket Science</em> picks up where <em>UFO Tofu</em> left off &#8212; that’s the album we made in 1992 &#8212; rather than where <em>The Hidden Land</em> left off, which is the album we put out in 2006, or for instance, the holiday record, which I guess is an abnormality that sits out in the middle of the ether, not really connected to the other albums, but it’s a Tones’ sort of gesture or whatever; although I really like that album.  It’s not like a continuation of the band’s work in the same way.  But this is like going back in time, but a different time where we’re all more mature and more able.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You seem to like to sample from a variety of musical traditions in your work, I was wondering where the desire to explore emanated from, this going back to my first question about your seeming unconstraint as a musician.  Does the constant quest for newness that one hears throughout your catalog extend to other elements of your life?  I guess, are you a seeker?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> I think not as much in the rest of my life, because so much of it is happening in the music and it takes a lot of effort and time to make it all happen, whether it’s practicing, or doing the logistical stuff that has to happen to get a bunch of people together, so that when I actually get away from music a lot of times I’m a pretty conventional person, although I don’t live on the clock.  I was just reading this book about Keith Richards and I recognized a lot of things about my life that are similar, you know, I don’t eat meals at mealtimes, I eat when I get hungry; my hours can.. I could be up in the middle of the night, or I could be up in the middle of the day, its very different based on what just happened, what tour I just finished and where I’m going, what country I might have just been to, our what schedule you were on, you know, that sort of thing.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It seems that when one’s identity is so wedded to something, as yours is to music, it might be difficult for the person to be regarded or understood through any other lens.  Do you ever feel slightly confined by preconceptions in your day to day, non-musical interactions?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> I don’t know, that’s a good question, I have to think about it.  But I don’t think so, because mostly when I’m not in a group or on tour in a band I’m just a regular person who’s going to the gym and trying to eat healthy and have quality time with important people in my life, so, those people understand me.  Although there is a tendency to want to isolate a little bit, from people that might look at me from a fan position, because it’s hard to be a real person around them, and I really want that when I’m not out on tour and in that sort of public eye.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Absolutely, some sort of normalcy.  That’s what I was referring to, it must be difficult to distance the banjo player Bela Fleck from the person Bela Fleck, unless you go out with a hat and sunglasses (laughs).</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well I mean, I don’t get recognized walking up and down the street, but in Nashville, people don’t really bug you if they do recognize you, I might not even know they did.  But on an airplane, if I’m flying a lot and I’ve got my banjo with me I do get recognized a lot. Especially since that movie, Throw Down Your Heart that I filmed in Africa has been up on Netflix, and a lot of people have been seeing it and now my face is more familiar to some people.  But I figure complaining about that is like… I remember somebody once said, “Wasn’t that the point of this whole exercise?”  So, stars that complain about their stardom I don’t have a lot of patience for, although it actually can be very frustrating and taxing at times.  But not for someone in my position, I’m not that kind of a…I mean a very small bunch of people think I’m a star, but that’s about it, and I can go to the grocery star and go to a movie and have dinner and not be bugged.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I would buy your produce for you if I saw you at the grocery store (laughs).</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> (Laughs) Every once in a while I think I’m having a quiet dinner with friends or something, somebody buys it without telling us and that sort of thing.  It’s sweet though, I know that it means that they were moved by the music and that means that what I’m doing is working, so I love it.  I mean, I do it for me and I do it for other people, but I think that I have to live an ideal for it to be right for all of us.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That’s well put.  Yeah, I associate your music with, almost bliss, I’ve seen you out in the sunshine at Fredrik Meijer Gardens in Grand Rapids several times, and other places and the weather always seems to be nice and you just bring such a calm and professional and happy demeanor with you wherever you go it seems.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well, I feel very fortunate.  I’m always aware of how lucky I am to be able to do what I do and have the most important thing in my life be music and the banjo.  Like, I know the banjo and how you play the banjo is not the most important thing in the world, but I get to make believe it is in my life and that allows me to get really focused on it and really search out the nooks and crannies of what can be special about it, you know.  So I feel just very privileged that I get to do that.  So I take it seriously and that makes me want to work very hard and deserve it, you know, that position that I’m in.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is there a plateau for growth when it comes to music?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Oh yeah, all the time (laughs). Yeah, it’s very frustrating. I mean like we just started up a new band, with the Flecktones again, and there are times when I’m just like “God, I just suck.”  You know, in fact, between phone calls today I’m practicing. I’ve got the metronome on, I’m trying to learn how to get through these songs.  It’s one thing to go in the studio and get a great track down and hone your parts, or really work on the solos or whatever, but out on stage you can’t hide it if you don’t really have it down, and we’re early enough in the tour that I don’t have the music totally down, and so I was a little surprised last night when the audience went berserk for the show because I was like “Cant you tell I don’t know this stuff yet?”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I don’t know if everyone’s ear is as well-honed, nearly as well-honed as yours.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> No, mine’s painfully well-honed and I hear things that nobody else hears, and I’m also critical, self-critical, which is a funny part because when you’re trying to be free and open being critical actually isn’t that helpful, so I do battle with that side of my personality, but I have to kind of drop it when I’m on stage, or I should, but I have to remember to let go and everything that happens has to be okay because it happened, and then follow it with something meaningful.  Sometimes you can fix something that went wrong with what you do next and make it better than it would have been if it hadn’t gone wrong, as an improviser, and I do know how to do that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That’s wisdom.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> It’s harder to do on a record, but in a live situation you can reach down deep and find a solution to the problem you’ve created for yourself with what you started with.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, I’ve found that in my own life: when I’m flowing and I’m not thinking and I’m not self-critical, you know, that’s when I’m at my best.</p><p>BF: Yeah, but the critical part helps me do the work that’s necessary to get to the next level.  It can’t all happen by osmosis or just sheer innate whatever, a lot of it has to happen because you were willing to do the work it took, and however much work it takes, is how much it takes.  If it’s not happening and you’re out on stage and you don’t feel like your getting it, having everybody tell you it’s great doesn’t really help you because you know you haven’t got it yet.  For me, I usually…if it is flowing and it’s happening naturally and I’m not straining the whole time, I usually feel like I’m getting it, but if I’m straining and fighting for it… it can be a lot of fun to listen to for the audience, but I don’t necessarily feel good about it.  I want to be inside it, and have it so down that it’s not going anywhere.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, and that’s when you can truly be free.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Exactly, its funny how all of that hard work results in freedom.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Your persona has always struck me as being incredibly tranquil, I kind of view you like the cool uncle who disappears for six months every year to be a dive instructor in the Caribbean…</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well, I might put that out because I have to stay very cool, like, as an improviser you cant get all; I can’t get all heated up and out of breath and concerned, so when I go into show mode there is a calming thing that comes into it, and it works, I mean it keeps me relaxed. Not only do I have to play at my best, I also have to speak to the audience, and tell the guys what were playing next, and if were running out of time or something, you know there are a lot of things you have to do as a leader that aren’t music.  So I just have to be cool, but afterwards I might come off stage and go, “Boy, I wish I could have played that better,” or things like that.  Once I’m in it, a week or two into any project, I’m usually pretty happy about everything that’s going on.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Are you able to maintain your relatively calm nature throughout the rigors of a tour and your demanding schedule?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, I think it’s important not to get too caffeinated.  So I really like to drink coffee and get charged up and practice in the afternoon, but sometimes it leaves me let down at the show, so I actually have to watch out for those kinds of things, because I do want to be very relaxed at the shows and I want the music to flow through.  Caffeine can be an impediment, it can get in the way of the music flowing through, but other times when you’re really tired sometimes it can give you the edge you need.  So you try to figure out what you need each day, each night and throughout it all, that’s part of the trick too: how to manage your body.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know, one of my favorite pieces of work that you’ve done is the three album set, <em>Little Worlds</em>, will you talk about that project a little bit?  It seemed to be so expansive and so dynamic, it really changed the way I listened to music for a couple years.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well, I remember we started recording on that one,  I think it was our second Flecktone’s record on Sony, and we had a budget and everything to go and really… there was no excuse not to make a great record, so we just started recording everything that we had around that we liked, and pretty soon we realized we had over-recorded dramatically, drastically.  And so finally the record company said, “Hey when do we get to hear something?” I said, “You can hear anything anytime you want to come down to my studio in Nashville and I’ll play you what we’ve got.”  Because I don’t like sending out tapes before things are done, but I’ll play anybody anything in the studio because its really helpful to have people hear it while your working on it.  So I played them everything and they kept saying, “What else you got, more, more…” and so I played them the whole thing and I said what to you think. (The record company said) “We love it, but it’s too much stuff.  So what do you think about a double album, lets put it all out?” They said it. And I said ok, and then we started talking about it and it became “what about a triple album?” because it was actually more than we could get on two CD’s.  And at first everybody said, oh that will be too much in this climate, and then we said, “Well maybe it will be different, because it’s bigger.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And it was, it was a bounty, it was a feast of music.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well thanks. And then we started getting people in on it that we hadn’t played with before and that really helped to flesh each song out and make each song a little bit different.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, you spoke to this: you’re a showman and you perform to large crowds all over the world.  What’s your ideal venue, is it sitting down with a couple of fellow pickers and passing a bottle around and just playing, is it sitting down in your apartment by yourself and just playing?  When are you at your most content playing the banjo?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> I like kind of relaxed situations with a lot of interaction, and it’s usually not the biggest gigs that are the best music, although they can be very exciting, like we’re playing Bonnaroo next week and that will be a big gig, and we played summer camp for ten or fifteen thousand people a couple of days ago, and it was exciting, but it wasn’t the place for the intimacy and the conversational things that I love about music, where you’re really in…you know everyone’s in their center and there is plenty of room for everything to happen.  So I do like sort of more, not super small, but I mean I am happy… I mean last night we played in a twelve hundred seat theater and it felt very intimate and connected.  I guess I would have to say I like them all for different reasons, and I do like that push when you have to play a big show, but I also like those really, really quiet gigs where you can really bring it down.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, I think it’s probably a question of an atmosphere in which the music is going to resonate most with the audience, and that intimacy you spoke of, that’s what I seek in a concert as a listener.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, if you can get to that place where everybody is just breathing together it’s really cool.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And that refers to what you were talking about earlier, when everyone’s putting aside their thoughts and kind of just breathing as one, it’s a pretty neat dynamic.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> The entertainer side of our job is to be interesting enough to make the audience forget about whatever else was on their mind when they walked through the door, and hopefully present them with something idealistic and warm that will give them a good feeling to take away with them.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You’ve managed that at every show I’ve seen.</p><p>Well, what’s your take on the business aspect of music and how it has changed over the past fifteen years? Do you feel as if the increased digitization of the medium in both its recording and distribution has sort of compromised the integrity of the craft at all?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> There are certain things that I’ve had to get used to.  For instance, we used to do new songs on stage before they were ready just to force ourselves to sort of get it together in front of people, but pretty soon we realized that they were going up on the web and people were making their judgments on those songs based on our first performance.  Now I feel like it’s really a lot better if the band, whatever group I’m in, has really rehearsed a lot more so that we’re going to present something we’re really proud of since it is going to be recorded&#8211; someone’s going hold up the telephone and record it or someone’s going tape it and we’re not going know; and we’ve always let people tape, but the way it’s digitized and the way it’s around the world in a second is a little daunting sometimes.  If you played good you’re happy, you’re really glad it’s out there, but if you felt like it was not as good or the sound was tough or something was going on that was distracting you go, “Man I wish that wasn’t what was getting around the world in a second.”</p><p>Aside from that… There used to be more money to be made as a musician, as someone recording, but that’s just… we’ll look back at that as a golden period for musicians, when they were getting paid that way&#8211; You’d get all these publishing checks if you sold 50,000 records or 100,000 records, you could buy a house in those days if you had written everything, but those days are gone, the records aren’t selling like they used.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> But you’re established to the point where you don’t have to worry about getting signed or having gigs or being able to put another record out, and that must be nice.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> It is nice, but I have friends who are not in that position and they might be having what would have been a solid career twenty years ago, with the amount of people they’re playing for and the kind of reaction they’re getting, but now they’re barely making a living, they can barely survive, and they don’t know if they’ll be able to be musicians.</p><p>So maybe what this is going to do is…There’s been such a glut of people getting involved in the music business over the last twenty years to where so many things are coming out all the time and everybody’s fighting for the same audiences, it’s almost like there’s too much for everybody out there, in a way.  Maybe it’s going to force some people to get out of the game eventually, if they can’t make a living and then it’ll be one of those evolutionary things where the strong survive.  But I don’t really know, we’ll have to see.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I’m torn, because part of me feels that it’s diluting the quality of music in that it’s driven for economic purposes now, the other part of me feels that, now, more people than ever have access to recording equipment and built-in listenerships on the internet so that they can have the opportunity to be heard…</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well that’s good, there’s no doubt that that’s a good thing.  That’s positive for humanity and art and expression, so I celebrate that aspect of it too.  It’s just a change from what we’re used to, you know, or we’re used to&#8211; the older guys like us who have been around doing it for thirty years.  It was a different game when we started, so you have to get used to it and you have to evolve, because if you don’t, you should get out of it.  You know what I mean, it’s just the way life goes, you can’t expect things to stay the same.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know, I loved your <em>Bluegrass Sessions: Tales From The Acoustic Planet, Vol. 2 </em>.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Thank you.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There is something to be said for stripped down acoustic music, it’s more palpable I guess, its more vulnerable.</p><p>After years of albums and recordings, do you still get the same thrill upon releasing a new project?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> It’s different, it’s definitely different to put out your twentieth record than your first or your fifth.  Sometimes with a brand new project, like something you’ve never done before, there’s a special buzz that comes with it, you can’t wait for people to hear this thing, you know.  I definitely felt that way about <em>Bluegrass Sessions</em>, we had shot the moon and everybody had played their best and it was something everybody was going to be proud of a long time, and I feel that way about the <em>Rocket Science</em> album for sure.  When we made the first Flecktones’ album it was like, “Man, if anybody hears this, we’ll just be so thrilled.”  We were just so excited about it ourselves.  So we kind of got back into that zone on the new album, like “Hey, this is really different from what we’ve done and it’s different than anything else out there; so looking forward to finally getting it out there.”  And now were getting a great response.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Within the first twenty seconds you know it’s a Flecktone’s album, you’ve got that swooning banjo coming in.  I love it, it reminds me of summer.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well, having Howard Levy back in the band playing the harmonica and the piano is sort of a key to what made it new again.  All of his creative and intellectual powers really add something different to the band.  He’s a very esoteric, wild, crazy player, but because it’s a harmonica and piano it ends up making the band seem very warm and close, so having him back is proving to be a wonderful experience.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Did you listen to yourself on <em>Piano Jazz</em> when it re-aired two weeks ago?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> No, I didn’t that was done at least eight, ten years ago, maybe longer…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I wanted to hear how you felt hearing yourself ten years ago, I thought it would be interesting.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, how did it come off?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Really well, you’re humble brilliance shone through.</p><p>What do you listen to? What are you listening to right now that might be outside of what people expect in terms of contemporary music?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Lately, I’m listening to a lot of classical music, and it’s because I’ve been working on a banjo concerto that I was commissioned to write for the Nashville Symphony, and its about a 32 minute piece with banjo and orchestra and I wrote every single note and I’ve never done that before by myself, I’ve always written with great classical writers like Edgar Meyer, who is a great classical composer.  Whenever I’ve gotten to write for orchestra it’s been with him, and he knows what he’s doing, so I kind of had to prove to myself that I could do it without him.</p><p>So I’ve listened to a lot of classical stuff, things that I had never really gotten to know before, especially Bartok, who’s my namesake, but I’d never really spent the time getting to know his music, so this was a great time for that.  So, I’ve been soaking up a lot of great classical music.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you speak with Edgar Meyer and Jean-Luc Ponty anymore… Stanley Clarke, that’s who I was thinking of actually, the stand up bassist you’ve played with.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, I’ve seen Stanley a lot more than Jean-Luc since we finished that project together.  Stanley’s great, he’s a great guy; and I really, really enjoyed Jean-Luc as well, he’s a quintessential Frenchmen and violinist, he was a real treat to be around that year.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> How many days are you playing out of the year, do you think; concerts?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> You know I haven’t counted it in a while, but this year the Flecktones are playing from now until next April, but there will be months off.  Like the whole month of September is off, but that’s when I’m doing my concerto, so I’ll be home, but practicing like a demon to try and survive that piece.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Are you going to be performing it in D.C.?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> No, in Nashville, at the Nashville Symphony. Hopefully I’ll be going out and performing that piece a good bit after the Flecktones get done with this year together.  But when we tour, for instance, we’re out for eight days, we’ll be home for five days, and well be out for another ten days, home for a week, then well be out for another ten days, home for a week and a half; ya know, its like that.  So in a month that we’re on, we’re still not on non-stop, because we just don’t think it would be great for everybody to be sitting on a bus for six months, we can’t do that anymore.  But we can go out for two weeks, three in a rare instance, and then you need to go get away from it and clear your brain and go be a human being, outside of musical touring for a while.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, do you have little ones?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> I don’t, but almost everybody is married.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That’s good that you have some, freedom…seems to be the buzz word here.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, my wife is a musician too, so she understands what I’m going through, which doesn’t make it not hard, the fact that we both travel, because sometimes when I come home she’s not there, and sometimes when she comes home I’m not there, but we do understand and support each other, so that’s been working out good.  Howard’s lady is also a musician, she’s a violinist in the Chicago Symphony, so they have a really good understanding.  And Victor’s wife was actually was involved with shows, a singer and performer in shows.  I don’t think she ever performed on Broadway, but she did a lot of performing, and so she understands.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It would be great if you could bring the concerto to the Chicago Symphony.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Yeah, it would be very exciting.  I’m crossing my fingers, well just have to see.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I’m sure it will be fantastic, if it’s good enough for you, it’s more than good enough for anybody else I’m sure.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Thanks, I’m pretty excited about it actually.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, you’ve played everywhere and done almost everything, if you had to pick one pinnacle moment, one performance in which you simultaneously achieved elation and perfection, what would it be?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Wow, I don’t know.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There has to be one moment where it just swept over you and you just said: “I made it.”</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Oh, there have been some wonderful, wonderful nights, and I have to say its happened in every group I’ve been in, there have been those nights.  I do things enough that it gets to that point.  But yeah, I don’t know if I can pick one, but Flecktones have had hundreds of them, probably over the last twenty years…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is that your baby, the Flecktones’ project?  Is that what’s closest to you?</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> It’s a big, big thing for me, but I’ve also learned how to set it free and let it go away when its not right for everybody and let it come back when its time.  Because I never would have put the band on hiatus if it wasn’t necessary for the whole group to survive.  So, I’ve learned to let go of it, but I’m very proud of it now that we’re back together, I’m proud that we can come back together and feel this way again.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It’s good you have that sensitivity.</p><p><strong>BF:</strong> Well, you have to, if you want it to work you can’t say: “This is what we’re doing,” you have to say: “What do you want to do?”  You can’t say: “It’s time for us to play,” you have to say, “Is it time for us to play?” and then see what everybody thinks, see if people can feel like it is the right time.  Because everybody is, you know, some of us are…You know three of us are in our fifties and one’s almost there, and so it’s a little different than when you’re in your twenties, you’ve got a lot of other things going on in your life.  But I’m really glad that we could bring it back together now, and I can’t imagine that we won’t do it again some day, but we don’t have any plans, we take it one thing at a time.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Bela Fleck</strong> has won 12 Grammy awards and been nominated for 27 more.  Widely considered the best banjo player on the planet, he has played with the likes of Chick Corea, Bruce Hornsby, and Dave Matthews, among many others.  Since 1988, he has served has the frontman for Bela Fleck and the Flecktones.  Recording with his famed Flecktones, Bela has released 14 albums, the most recent of which is, <strong>Rocket Science</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/06/bela-fleck/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/July/BelaFleck_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="29938140" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>banjo,banjo concero,banjo player,Bela Bartok,Bela Fleck,Bela Fleck and the Flecktones,bluegrass,bruce hornsby,chick corea,concerto,Dave Matthews,fleck</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The most accomplished banjoist on earth sits down with Ben to discuss his life and craft in an exclusive audio interview.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
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The best banjoist in the world sits down with Ben to discuss his life, his band, and his latest album, Rocket Science.
*Purchase Bela Fleck and the Flecktones latest album, Rocket Science here (http://www.amazon.com/Rocket-Science-Bela-Fleck-Flecktones/dp/B004S699GI).
**To see the Flecktones summer tour schedule click here (http://www.flecktones.com/tour.php).
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Ben Evans: Talk to me about how important freedom is to you as a musician.  Over your career you’ve seemed never to constrain yourself with style or genre.
Bela Fleck: That might be an illusion, but it’s an idealistic illusion and its one that I fight for.   Every band that you put together you have to figure out how long your going to play and you have to make a lot of decisions for a long period of time and then commit to it, so if your in the middle of a tour and you suddenly want the freedom to go and do something else, you don’t have it.  You know what I mean? So even in the case of this Flecktone’s tour, which we are super thrilled to be doing, we’re committing to a year of playing together, so that means we’ll be free within the constraints of the band, but then we’ll be free after the band is done to do whatever other projects we want to do.  So it’s freedom, but with sort of a clock ticking and figuring out when you can do the different things you want to do.
BE: Well, you and Victor Wooten and Future Man have been playing together for over twenty years, so I have to imagine you get along fairly well…
BF: Yeah, we really do, we really do, and in fact, the last three years where we haven’t been playing together that much except at Christmas time has really just been because we all respect each other and want the opportunity to see ourselves and each other do different things with other people too, you know.  But whenever we see each other and whenever we get to play, there are sparks.  It’s fun. We’re happy, we’re happy to be together, and bringing Howard back into it is really, really interesting.
BE: How did your approach differ on this album, Rocket Science, as opposed to past Flecktone’s releases?
BF: It’s a lot more like being in the band when it started in the first three or four years, when Howard was in the band.  In fact, I feel like Rocket Science picks up where UFO Tofu left off -- that’s the album we made in 1992 -- rather than where The Hidden Land left off, which is the album we put out in 2006, or for instance, the holiday record, which I guess is an abnormality that sits out in the middle of the ether, not really connected to the other albums, but it’s a Tones’ sort of gesture or whatever; although I really like that album.  It’s not like a continuation of the band’s work in the same way.  But this is like going back in time, but a different time where we’re all more mature and more able.
BE: You seem to like to sample from a variety of musical traditions in your work, I was wondering where the desire to explore emanated from, this going back to my first question about your seeming unconstraint as a musician.  Does the constant quest for newness that one hears throughout your catalog extend to other elements of your life?  I guess, are you a seeker?
BF: I think not as much in the rest of my life, because so much of it is happening in the music and it takes a lot of effort and time to make it all happen, whether it’s practicing, or doing the logistical stuff that has to happen to get a bunch of people together, so that when I actually get away from music a lot of times I’m a pretty conventional person, although I don’t live on the clock.  I was just reading this book about Keith Richards and I recognized a lot of things about my life that are similar, you know, I don’t eat meals at mealtimes, I eat when I get hungry; my hours can.. I could be up in the middle of the night,</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>31:11</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Firefly</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/firefly/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/firefly/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[North Carolina]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sally J. Johnson]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Third Coast]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Western Michigan University]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Wilmington]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13618</guid> <description><![CDATA[Sally J. Johnson You are the first person to see the beauty in a firefly without jarring it to watch it die. I buried calico quilts in the ground, for weeks and months after you died so you’d have something warm and home to sleep in. Can I still tell you the things I am [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Sally J. Johnson</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>You are the first<br
/> person to see<br
/> the beauty<br
/> in a firefly<br
/> without jarring it</p><p>to watch it die.<br
/> I buried calico quilts<br
/> in the ground, for weeks<br
/> and months after you died<br
/> so you’d have something</p><p>warm and home to sleep in.<br
/> Can I still tell you the things<br
/> I am afraid of? Does it count-<br
/> when you are<br
/> gone and I am grown up so much</p><p>that I shouldn’t be afraid<br
/> of anything like a god<br
/> or a word or a book with those things in them?<br
/> Please jar me. Let me be jarred.</p><p>I want to be in a place with a lid<br
/> so I can stop breathing<br
/> and stop wishing<br
/> I had enough sense to know why.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Sally J. Johnson</strong> is an editorial assistant at J&#038;J Editorial. She will be attending The University of North Carolina at Wilmington to receive an MFA in poetry this coming fall.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/firefly/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/June/SallyJ_Firefly.mp3" length="685982" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,North Carolina,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Sally J. Johnson,Third Coast,Western Michigan University,Wilmington</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Sally J. Johnson - You are the first  person to see  the beauty  in a firefly  without jarring it  - to watch it die. I buried calico quilts in the ground, for weeks and months after you died so you’d have something - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Sally J. Johnson
You are the first
person to see
the beauty
in a firefly
without jarring it
to watch it die.
I buried calico quilts
in the ground, for weeks
and months after you died
so you’d have something
warm and home to sleep in.
Can I still tell you the things
I am afraid of? Does it count-
when you are
gone and I am grown up so much
that I shouldn’t be afraid
of anything like a god
or a word or a book with those things in them?
Please jar me. Let me be jarred.
I want to be in a place with a lid
so I can stop breathing
and stop wishing
I had enough sense to know why.
Sally J. Johnson is an editorial assistant at J&amp;J Editorial. She will be attending The University of North Carolina at Wilmington to receive an MFA in poetry this coming fall.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>43</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>At a Co-op in Austin</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/at-a-co-op-in-austin/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/at-a-co-op-in-austin/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:43 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[At a Co-Op in Austin]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Barrow Street]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jameson Fitzpatrick]]></category> <category><![CDATA[LambdaLiterary]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New York]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13577</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jameson Fitzpatrick All week I’ve been drinking in the morning instead of reading the news. Now a pretty shorthaired girl says we’ll be bombing Libya by tomorrow— but tonight there’s a rumor of fireworks, and a burly blond’s chosen my waist to wrap a bulging arm around. He’s a tank of a man, with thick, [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Jameson Fitzpatrick</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>All week I’ve been drinking in the morning<br
/> instead of reading the news.<br
/> Now a pretty shorthaired girl says</p><p>we’ll be bombing Libya by tomorrow—<br
/> but tonight there’s a rumor of fireworks,<br
/> and a burly blond’s chosen my waist</p><p>to wrap a bulging arm around.<br
/> He’s a tank of a man,<br
/> with thick, callused fingers</p><p>that could kill or cover, depending<br
/> on his mood or mission.<br
/> Soon we’re on to the other room,</p><p>to whiskey warm and neat<br
/> and another sloppy rock band from Nashville,<br
/> all of which makes me feel so</p><p>goddamn American.<br
/> Sipping something strong<br
/> from the cup he’s passed me,</p><p>I imagine what I can’t imagine:<br
/> he can’t die without having kissed me,<br
/> so I arch and swoon in his arms</p><p>like a girl in a black-and-white photograph.<br
/> His palm huge in the small of my back,<br
/> I kiss him goodbye all night.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Jameson Fitzpatrick</strong> is an editorial assistant at <strong>Barrow Street</strong> magazine and a poetry editor for LambdaLiterary.org. He lives in New York.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/at-a-co-op-in-austin/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/June/AtACo-opInAustin.mp3" length="3564561" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>At a Co-Op in Austin,Barrow Street,fogged clarity,Jameson Fitzpatrick,LambdaLiterary,New York,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jameson Fitzpatrick All week I’ve been drinking in the morning instead of reading the news. Now a pretty shorthaired girl says - we’ll be bombing Libya by tomorrow— but tonight there’s a rumor of fireworks, </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Jameson Fitzpatrick
All week I’ve been drinking in the morning
instead of reading the news.
Now a pretty shorthaired girl says
we’ll be bombing Libya by tomorrow—
but tonight there’s a rumor of fireworks,
and a burly blond’s chosen my waist
to wrap a bulging arm around.
He’s a tank of a man,
with thick, callused fingers
that could kill or cover, depending
on his mood or mission.
Soon we’re on to the other room,
to whiskey warm and neat
and another sloppy rock band from Nashville,
all of which makes me feel so
goddamn American.
Sipping something strong
from the cup he’s passed me,
I imagine what I can’t imagine:
he can’t die without having kissed me,
so I arch and swoon in his arms
like a girl in a black-and-white photograph.
His palm huge in the small of my back,
I kiss him goodbye all night.
Jameson Fitzpatrick is an editorial assistant at Barrow Street magazine and a poetry editor for LambdaLiterary.org. He lives in New York.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:29</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Babysitter</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/the-babysitter/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/the-babysitter/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:40 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Barrow Street]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jameson Fitzpatrick]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New York]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Babysitter]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13581</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jameson Fitzpatrick Years later, I ride my bike past his house and he’s washing his car in the driveway, the garden hose coiled at his feet, suds running up his arms. (Is his shirt off, or do I imagine that later, in the shower?) I’m surprised at how handsome he is. I’m eleven now, which [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Jameson Fitzpatrick</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Years later, I ride my bike past his house</p><p>and he’s washing his car in the driveway,<br
/> the garden hose coiled at his feet, suds running up his arms.</p><p>(Is his shirt off, or do I imagine that later,<br
/> in the shower?) I’m surprised at how handsome he is.</p><p>I’m eleven now, which must make him<br
/> twenty-one, old enough to buy a girl a drink when he wants,</p><p>which I imagine is often. When I’m twenty-one<br
/> I won’t remember the make of the car, the color, or how long</p><p>I pause my pedaling to watch him—only his<br
/> belt buckle, its silver tongue,</p><p>his hands. All ten of his fingers.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><p><em><strong>Jameson Fitzpatrick</strong> is an editorial assistant at <strong>Barrow Street</strong> magazine and a poetry editor for LambdaLiterary.org. He lives in New York.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/the-babysitter/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/June/TheBabysitter.mp3" length="2905224" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Barrow Street,fogged clarity,Jameson Fitzpatrick,New York,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,The Babysitter</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Jameson Fitzpatrick Years later, I ride my bike past his house - and he’s washing his car in the driveway, the garden hose coiled at his feet, suds running up his arms. - (Is his shirt off, or do I imagine that later, in the shower?</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Jameson Fitzpatrick
Years later, I ride my bike past his house
and he’s washing his car in the driveway,
the garden hose coiled at his feet, suds running up his arms.
(Is his shirt off, or do I imagine that later,
in the shower?) I’m surprised at how handsome he is.
I’m eleven now, which must make him
twenty-one, old enough to buy a girl a drink when he wants,
which I imagine is often. When I’m twenty-one
I won’t remember the make of the car, the color, or how long
I pause my pedaling to watch him—only his
belt buckle, its silver tongue,
his hands. All ten of his fingers.
Jameson Fitzpatrick is an editorial assistant at Barrow Street magazine and a poetry editor for LambdaLiterary.org. He lives in New York.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:13</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Wherever You Are Calling From</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/wherever-you-are-calling-from/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/wherever-you-are-calling-from/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:31 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Birds of the Night Sky]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Pamela Gross]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Seattle]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Southern Review]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Georgia Press]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13608</guid> <description><![CDATA[Pamela Gross Loud in my ear, the boom of waves against breakwater, gusts that finger some storm-strung windharp as you hold your phone’s receiver out the hotel window to share a gale blowing strong, late at night, off the North Sea of Aberdeen. Wakened, wool-eyed, from sleep, I hear your voice: lost along a highway [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Pamela Gross</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Loud in my ear,<br
/> the boom of waves against<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:140px;">breakwater,</span><br
/> gusts<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:40px;">that finger<br
/> some storm-strung windharp<br
/> as you hold your phone’s<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:138px;">receiver<br
/> out the hotel window<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:96px;">to share<br
/> a gale blowing strong,<br
/> late at night,<br
/> off the North Sea of Aberdeen.</p><p> Wakened, wool-eyed,<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:110px;">from sleep,<br
/> I hear your voice: lost<br
/> along a highway<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:96px;">flocked<br
/> with gorse and furze-backed<br
/> mounds of<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:65px;">sheep.<br
/> From the refuge of<br
/> a phone box, you offer me<br
/> the snuffle and bleat of a crowd<br
/> of curious ewes.</p><p> At week’s end,<br
/> just off the River Wye, in Wales,<br
/> you stop to use a roadside<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:185px;">phone<br
/> to take me on a tour of<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:120px;">Tintern<br
/> Abbey:  its plane-cut stone<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:138px;">ruins<br
/> keep their Great Silence.<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:145px;">Not even<br
/> the rustle of a pale<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:30px;">Cisternian robe, ghosting<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:150px;"> down<br
/> the night-stairs<br
/> to prayer.</p><p>You will never<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:100px;">call<br
/> from wherever it is you<br
/> have been taken now.<br
/> I press my ear’s pink<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:125px;">shell<br
/> to a Conch’s flared lip,<br
/> hear a phantom<br
/> sea’s empty rise and fall&#8211;<br
/> the echo of my own blood’s<br
/> <span
style="padding-left:110px;">chambered<br
/> slough and sigh.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Pamela Gross</strong> is a poet from Seattle.  Her first full-length collection, <strong>Birds of the Night Sky/Stars of the Field</strong>, was published by the University of Georgia Press as part of its Contemporary Poetry Series.  Her poems have appeared in <strong>Poetry</strong>, <strong>The Southern Review</strong>, <strong>Poetry Northwest</strong> and <strong>Commonweal</strong>, among other journals. </em></p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/wherever-you-are-calling-from/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/June/WhereverYouAreCallingFrom.mp3" length="1443342" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Birds of the Night Sky,fogged clarity,Pamela Gross,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Seattle,Southern Review,University of Georgia Press</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Pamela Gross     Loud in my ear,      the boom of waves against      breakwater,       gusts        that finger      some storm-strung windharp      as you hold your phone’s       receiver      out the hotel window      to share </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Pamela Gross
Loud in my ear,
the boom of waves against
breakwater,
gusts
that finger
some storm-strung windharp
as you hold your phone’s
receiver
out the hotel window
to share
a gale blowing strong,
late at night,
off the North Sea of Aberdeen.
Wakened, wool-eyed,
from sleep,
I hear your voice: lost
along a highway
flocked
with gorse and furze-backed
mounds of
sheep.
From the refuge of
a phone box, you offer me
the snuffle and bleat of a crowd
of curious ewes.
At week’s end,
just off the River Wye, in Wales,
you stop to use a roadside
phone
to take me on a tour of
Tintern
Abbey:  its plane-cut stone
ruins
keep their Great Silence.
Not even
the rustle of a pale
Cisternian robe, ghosting
down
the night-stairs
to prayer.
You will never
call
from wherever it is you
have been taken now.
I press my ear’s pink
shell
to a Conch’s flared lip,
hear a phantom
sea’s empty rise and fall--
the echo of my own blood’s
chambered
slough and sigh.
Pamela Gross is a poet from Seattle.  Her first full-length collection, Birds of the Night Sky/Stars of the Field, was published by the University of Georgia Press as part of its Contemporary Poetry Series.  Her poems have appeared in Poetry, The Southern Review, Poetry Northwest and Commonweal, among other journals.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:30</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>A Firm Manshake (or a case of turbulence)</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/a-firm-manshake-or-a-case-of-turbulence/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/a-firm-manshake-or-a-case-of-turbulence/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:29 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A Firm Manshake]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Bogar Alonso]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Mexico]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13625</guid> <description><![CDATA[Bogar Alonso Shear the wool off sky and man quiver s exposed to the mandible of monstrosities. From above, any pinnacle looks small. Staring down the chute of possibility what is determined is that culture is nothing more than fuzz on a peach. Look heavenward to little specks of source material &#8211; that no king [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Bogar Alonso</h3><div
class="center"></div><div
id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>Shear the wool off<br
/> sky and man quiver<br
/> s <span
style="padding-left:25px;">exposed</span><br
/> to the mandible of monstrosities.  From above,<br
/> any pinnacle looks small. <span
style="padding-left:80px;">Staring down the chute</span><br
/> of possibility what is determined is<br
/> that culture is nothing more than fuzz<br
/> on a peach.<br
/> Look heavenward<br
/> to little specks<br
/> of source material &#8211; that no king can stamp out &#8211;<br
/> there too, man<br
/> is minute.<br
/> But that<br
/> searching gaze, to either terrain<br
/> or Space,<br
/> aligns with this (aero)plane.<br
/> Peering through its window<br
/> it appears<br
/> some equation has paid off.<br
/> All it took<br
/> was a little shake.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Bogar Alonso</strong> is a poet and screenwriter living in Brooklyn. His work has screened  at the New York International Independent Film Fest and the Chicago Latino Film Festival. Currently, he is putting the finishing touches on a book of poetry to be released in an undetermined future.<br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/a-firm-manshake-or-a-case-of-turbulence/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/June/FirmManshake.mp3" length="939713" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>A Firm Manshake,Bogar Alonso,fogged clarity,Mexico,poem,poet,Poetry,poets</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Bogar Alonso - Shear the wool off sky and man quiver s exposed  to the mandible of monstrosities.  From above, any pinnacle looks small. Staring down the chute  of possibility what is determined is </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Bogar Alonso
Shear the wool off
sky and man quiver
s exposed
to the mandible of monstrosities.  From above,
any pinnacle looks small. Staring down the chute
of possibility what is determined is
that culture is nothing more than fuzz
on a peach.
Look heavenward
to little specks
of source material - that no king can stamp out -
there too, man
is minute.
But that
searching gaze, to either terrain
or Space,
aligns with this (aero)plane.
Peering through its window
it appears
some equation has paid off.
All it took
was a little shake.
Bogar Alonso is a poet and screenwriter living in Brooklyn. His work has screened  at the New York International Independent Film Fest and the Chicago Latino Film Festival. Currently, he is putting the finishing touches on a book of poetry to be released in an undetermined future.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>59</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Al James of Dolorean</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james-of-dolorean/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james-of-dolorean/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:24 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Al James]]></category> <category><![CDATA[alt-country]]></category> <category><![CDATA[country]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Dolorean]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[indie rock]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Portland]]></category> <category><![CDATA[the fogged clarity session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Unfazed]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13893</guid> <description><![CDATA[Dolorean's Al James grabs his guitar and records a stirring acoustic session for the Clarity.  ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/alJames.jpg" alt="Dolorean&#039;s Al James" title="alJames" width="400" height="259" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-13940" /></p><div
class="center"></div><div
class="center">Al James sat down in Portland to record this gorgeous session.</div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Al James</strong> lives in Portland and is the chief singer/songwriter of the band Dolorean. To date, his band has released four full-length albums, the most recent of which is <strong>The Unfazed</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james-of-dolorean/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Al James sat down in Portland to record this gorgeous session.
Al James lives in Portland and is the chief singer/songwriter of the band Dolorean. To date, his band has released four full-length albums, the most recent of which is The Unfazed.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>13:30</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Field Guide</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/field-guide/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/field-guide/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:17 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Field Guide]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Pamela Gross]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Seattle]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13611</guid> <description><![CDATA[Pamela Gross It said, Study the map. I did. I accepted the dare of the rugged terrain. Careful, always, not to crush the tender, abundant mosses adorning some stones much as wool dresses the boulder-stolid backs of sheep. The surface was mostly steep slope, cliff-face, and scree; often, hard to find footholds. Above, grew small [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Pamela Gross</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>It said, <em>Study the map</em>.<br
/> I did.  I accepted the dare<br
/> of the rugged terrain.</p><p>Careful, always, not to crush<br
/> the tender, abundant<br
/> mosses adorning some stones<br
/> much as wool dresses<br
/> the boulder-stolid backs of sheep.</p><p>The surface was mostly<br
/> steep slope, cliff-face, and scree;</p><p>often, hard to find footholds.</p><p>Above, grew small fields<br
/> of rime-covered rock,<br
/> their furry panicles nurtured<br
/> by fog and frost.<br
/> And then, thin films of verglas,<br
/> so blue they appeared<br
/> to have been dyed<br
/> by the crushing and boiling<br
/> of woad, forcing its leaves<br
/> to give up their subtle<br
/> shades of indigo.</p><p>I believed the rock.<br
/> I believed that this new world’s<br
/> landmarks were permanent.</p><p>I had not yet read<br
/> the chapter on<br
/> <em>erratics</em>.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Pamela Gross</strong> is a poet from Seattle.  Her first full-length collection, <strong>Birds of the Night Sky/Stars of the Field</strong>, was published by the University of Georgia Press as part of its Contemporary Poetry Series.  Her poems have appeared in <strong>Poetry</strong>, <strong>The Southern Review</strong>, <strong>Poetry Northwest</strong> and <strong>Commonweal</strong>, among other journals. </em></p> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/field-guide/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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It said, Study the map.
I did.  I accepted the dare
of the rugged terrain.
Careful, always, not to crush
the tender, abundant
mosses adorning some stones
much as wool dresses
the boulder-stolid backs of sheep.
The surface was mostly
steep slope, cliff-face, and scree;
often, hard to find footholds.
Above, grew small fields
of rime-covered rock,
their furry panicles nurtured
by fog and frost.
And then, thin films of verglas,
so blue they appeared
to have been dyed
by the crushing and boiling
of woad, forcing its leaves
to give up their subtle
shades of indigo.
I believed the rock.
I believed that this new world’s
landmarks were permanent.
I had not yet read
the chapter on
erratics.
Pamela Gross is a poet from Seattle.  Her first full-length collection, Birds of the Night Sky/Stars of the Field, was published by the University of Georgia Press as part of its Contemporary Poetry Series.  Her poems have appeared in Poetry, The Southern Review, Poetry Northwest and Commonweal, among other journals.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:10</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Al James</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:07:15 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Ryan Daly</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Al James]]></category> <category><![CDATA[alt-country]]></category> <category><![CDATA[alt-folk]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Dolorean]]></category> <category><![CDATA[indie]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oregon]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Partisan Records]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Portland]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Unfazed]]></category> <guid
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id="bio"><em><strong>Al James</strong> lives in Portland and is the chief singer/songwriter of the band Dolorean. To date, his band has released four full-length albums, the most recent of which is <em>The Unfazed</em>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/al-james/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Dolorean founder and frontman Al James discusses some of the themes at work in the his band&#039;s latest album, The Unfazed.
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Al James lives in Portland and is the chief singer/songwriter of the band Dolorean. To date, his band has released four full-length albums, the most recent of which is The Unfazed.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>19:48</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Justin Cronin</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/justin-cronin/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/justin-cronin/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 05:14:41 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fantasy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Frank Conroy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Harvard]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Iowa Writers Workshop]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Justin Cronin]]></category> <category><![CDATA[literary fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[literature]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Mary and O'Neil]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Pen/Hemingway]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Random House]]></category> <category><![CDATA[science fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The City of Mirrors]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Passage]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Summer Guest]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Twelve]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13813</guid> <description><![CDATA[To mark the paperback release of his latest novel, "The Passage," Ben goes deep with acclaimed author Justin Cronin.  ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><p>An intimate discussion with Pen/Hemingway award-winning author Justin Cronin.  Justin&#8217;s latest novel, <em>The Passage</em>, was released in paperback this month and can be purchased <a
href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345504976/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&#038;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&#038;pf_rd_t=201&#038;pf_rd_i=0345504968&#038;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&#038;pf_rd_r=03Q1EE1QA3A5KKF6489B">here</a>.</p><div
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align="left"><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> When I spoke with you last week you said something that intrigued me; you related that you felt fortunate to have this story, <em>The Passage</em>, and impending trilogy, drop in your lap.  It was as if you were referring to a muse.  You almost suggested, as many authors have, that you were more of a conduit for this epic than a creator.  Can you describe that feeling of inspiration as an author, and do you truly think it comes from somewhere outside of yourself?</p><p><strong>Justin Cronin:</strong> Well sometimes you do, there are moments that you can’t really account for.  You don’t know why, all of a sudden, a sentence kind of lays itself bare to you.  But, on the other hand you can also say the reason that it does is because you’ve sat down at the keyboard everyday for twenty years making yourself ready and practicing your art.  So while there is some part of it that’s mysterious, all of it is deliberate and all of it is yours.  My approach to writing is quite thorough, I plan everything in advance, I sit down to work everyday, typical business hours 9 to 3; I’ve got kids so I have to keep a kind of ordinary domestic schedule.  And it’s worked so far, no complaints. It’s produced three books, the last one of which was 300,000 words.  So do I take credit?  Sure, why not.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You are more than entitled to it, you take your craft incredibly seriously and you’re incredibly committed.  I just thought it was interesting that you had said it fell into your lap.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well I think, as I said, there is some part of this that does seem to sometimes come from above.  Like my teacher in graduate school Frank Conroy said, writing is basically a daily practice to maintain a steady state of readiness for when something came your way that was worth writing.  A lot of writing is failure; a lot of it is running scales up and down the piano until the concerto one day just shows up.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You just said that some parts of the novel may have come from above, and that leads to my next question.  There seems to be a sense of the spiritual running through <em>The Passage</em>, a certain otherworldly prescience, where certain characters are impelled to act, I presume by some kind of divine mover.  Sister Lacey’s cross-country journey for example.   Do you yourself have religious inclinations?  And was it important to allow for spirituality in this book, as it can be a convenient explanatory device?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well, I begin by admitting that I practice no faith in particular.  I was raised Roman Catholic with all the mystical trappings and no doubt some of that became part of my firmware, but when I wrote the novel you know part of the original conceit of the book was that the story that I was telling was the truth behind something that at some distant future time, a thousand years in the future, has become in a sense its own creation story.  So it’s become a myth and–– here’s the story behind it, as I think most religious scripture is. It may not be based on divine occurrences, but it’s based on things that actually happened in some way, so that I always planned on as part of the underpinnings of the project.  But one thing I discovered very quickly was that you could not write a book about the end of the world without questions of, for lack of a better term, divine intention leaking into the text.  I meant to drag my feet on this a little bit, it wasn’t something that I was in a hurry to take on; not because I was afraid of it, but because I didn’t know how it would appear.  And in fact it appeared very, very quickly in the book in the form of Sister Lacey Antoinette Kudoto, who is a nun from Sierra Leone.  The one thing to do was give the reader some space to decide about matters of divinity, some invisible plain of existence operating in the world of the book.  Just as people get to decide that about the world in which they actually live.  So you could take a character like Sister Lacey, and decide if she’s an authentic mystic in communion with some divine force.  You could also look at her as a woman with extremely bad post traumatic stress disorder, “that crazy nun,” as somebody else says.  So when we’re inside her point of view, we’re inside a place where someone believes that they are in direct communication with the divine.  Is that what’s actually happening?  The reader gets to pick.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And therein lies the author’s skill.  Well if I remember correctly Mary and O’Neil were agnostics.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yes, they were agnostics, yes.  It’s actually Miriam who gets that word, she’s O’Neils mother.  She’s a Jew who has become agnostic.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Was it more comfortable going into the writing of this book – a kind of science fiction project – knowing that you had already established yourself as a preeminent author of literary fiction with <em>Mary and O’Neil</em> and <em>The Summer Guest</em>?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well you know every book is practice for the next book, so sure, I felt more….</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I mean more in terms of your reputation as an author; this is a person (Cronin) who doesn’t need the shtick of vampires or anything, he’s already developed characters from nothing and done it exquisitely.  I guess that’s what I’m asking in that sense.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well you write the book that wants to be written, the one that gives itself up to you most readily.  I wasn’t really thinking so much about reputation as I was thinking about… Hmmm, I’m trying to find the right way to express it.  Sort of the thing that makes me write, what keeps me writing, what makes it interesting, is not ever writing the same book twice.  Mary and O’Neil and The Summer Guest were both on that broad shelf of literary fiction, but I had gone about those two books very differently. I mean <em>Mary and O’Neil</em> is really a novel built out of short stories, which was the literary form to which I was first apprenticed, the way most writers write short stories before they hazard the novel.  And so from there to <em>The Summer Guest</em> which is more or less a conventional sort of novel, although it is four points of view in eight time frames, that was the next logical step.   What I decided to do with this book, I had this conceit, I had this idea for a world in a lot of trouble and it had always seemed to me that every narrative of course has to be driven by some kind of urgency, its driven by moments where something changes that can’t be changed back, and I was very intrigued by essentially tightening the screw on that, making the decisions that my characters made and the situations that they encountered, to make them matters of life and death, to put my characters in a state of almost constant, overwhelming peril.  So it was, in a sense, just sort of the next thing I wanted to try, and in order to try it I needed something really, really scary and dangerous. And as I said, I had this idea.  This conceit came to me over a period of about three months chatting with my very precocious, at that time, 8 year old daughter.  And it seemed kind of consistent with what I thought a novel could do, and what the next thing for me to try would be. I was perfectly willing to fail at it, which I think is the other thing you have to do as a writer, you have to be willing to have the whole thing not work, to come to a point where you see that “I’m not ready for this” or “I’m not up for this” and I was lucky that while I was writing this, it never came to that point.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is there ever a point, I’m asking this just after realizing that the cottage scene with Amy and the agent who takes care of her in Oregon, strikes me as somewhat reminiscent of <em>The Summer Guest</em>.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Bingo, good job, you’re the first person to say that and you’re absolutely right.  And its also a father daughter moment, which is in fact the central relationship in <em>The Summer Guest</em>.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, I really loved him bringing his family on the roof of <em>The Summer Guest</em> and just taking in the panoramic view of the Maine wilderness.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> <em>The Summer Guest</em>, absolutely, and I didn’t realize it until after I’d done it, which is probably the best way to realize things about your writing. I came to it, and eventually said “oh I know what story I’ve gone back to” because it has some kind of real magnetic effect on me.  I’ve often said that I’d be perfectly happy spending a few years alone in a cabin with my daughter playing board games.  It’s absolutely true.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I never forgot that I was reading a Justin Cronin novel as I made my way through <em>The Passage</em>. This book seems to stand out from others in the genre in that it both immerses the reader in a sprawling story, while also prompting them to pause in admiration of the prose.   That being said, what is Justin Cronin’s most pronounced characteristic as a writer, stylistically or otherwise?  What do think it is that distinguishes your work from other authors?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Hmmm…that’s a good question and its hard to answer without sounding self-adoring.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do your best to be objective.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Ok, I think probably my most distinguishing feature, and its not original to me, its one that I learned from other writers, is a desire to be absolutely clear.  Which means when I write a scene I work extremely hard to know its physical and temporal reality with totality, and secondarily, it’s emotional and psychological reality in some totality; and then find, and this is always my ambition, not always achieved, the crispest, most compact way of naming that reality.  The person I learned this from, and I’ve used his name already in this discussion, is Frank Conroy who was my teacher, who was a great teacher by example on the page and through his writing.  He didn’t do very much of it, and I think that’s probably good, I think he wrote exactly what he wanted to write and nothing else.  His sentences have an unbelievable sturdiness to them, they have no encumbrances, every word feels like exactly the right word.  That’s what I always hope to try to do. Is that a style, is that a theology?  I’m not sure which; I think it’s probably both.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Throughout all your books, to me, the most marked characteristic is the sincere compassion you exhibit for your characters.  What experiences can you point to in your own life, outside of the classroom, that you feel helped to shape your sensitivity as a writer?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> That’s a good question.  I’d say some of the obvious ones and some maybe not so obvious.  The most obvious is watching babies be born (laughs); and I’ve been in the room for two of those.  I really like to write from the point of view of women, and I think that’s part of our job as writers–– to write with psychological clarity and insight about people who are not like us.  The experience of watching a baby being born is a putting aside of your own ego.  As the man in the room, I mean they give you these phony jobs to perform, you know they are kind of just keeping you busy. And at the center is another person, it is in effect one and a half people becoming two people and it is a situation where tremendous strength is called upon, and of course you’re emotionally involved in this, these are not total strangers, its your wife, its your son or daughter about to step on stage.  And there is something very transformative about that that enlarges your sense of yourself, and maybe even by doing that actually sort of eradicates yourself temporarily and you come away fattened by it.</p><p>So that’s one, the other one I’ll say, and I wrote an essay about this long ago and I’m still not quite sure what it did to me, but I think something started there–– I was a young man, I don’t remember how old, I think maybe ten, ten years old, and for whatever reason I was driving on a dirt road near a reservoir with my father. I think we were going to the hardware store, and we came upon a car, a battered old Mercedes parked on the side of the road, it was March, it was raining a little bit, it was very muddy, and there was something about the car that seemed odd and as we drove past it I said to my father “I think we should stop, I think there is something wrong,” and we stopped the car, we backed up, and to kind of make a long story short, indeed something wrong, there was a man in the car who was nine tenths of the way to successfully committing suicide with a bottle of pills and a fifth of whiskey.  There is more detail to this story that captured my attention, but it was the first time I had ever been in a situation even remotely like this, and where essentially it was my job, and my father’s job, to save somebody’s life who didn’t want it at that moment.   The only thing to do was, my father tried to keep away, while I ran about a mile up the road to the next house, it was actually the house of a friend of mine, to call the ambulance. And this memory has stuck with me a million years and in fact it’s the basis of something, I wrote an essay about it many years ago, it actually is sort of replayed in a way, in the second volume of <em>The Passage</em>.  But it was on my mind very recently, and as I said I think it’s a place where something started.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Wow, that’s a complex and contradictory emotional event for a child I’d imagine.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, it was completely perplexing; it was one of those things you don’t understand till many years later, if at all.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I may be arching here, but at the conclusion of <em>The Passage</em> one of your characters, Sara, has a baby, and the way in which that’s written, it almost seems as if the birth is a metaphor for your creative process.  As if you’re referencing this world that you yourself have given birth to with the book and the triology.  Am I even close in assuming that?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Hmmm…that’s a question about my unconscious mind as opposed to my conscious mind.  I didn’t write that scene saying, “Oh, its time for one of the moments like at the end of <em>The Tempest</em> where Prospero comes on stage, becomes an actor and says, “Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill or else my project fails”” meaning I got to go home, can I leave.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Or <em>Breakfast of Champions</em> with Vonnegut.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I’m not meta-fictional in that way.  Surprisingly, or maybe not surprisingly, I come back often to the experience of babies being born and a kind of, this kind of battlefield you go through, that people pass through and come out the other side changed.  And I was thinking of that scene in terms of what my character Theo needed, and you know this is a book in which a lot of people die; babies should also be born, it seemed only fair.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You’ve already committed immense amounts of time and energy to writing this epic which I imagine will come out to be somewhere around 2,500 pages, did you have any hesitation in starting a project this large, one that might impede you from exploring other things?</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/passageCover-193x300.jpg" alt="Cronin - Passage" title="passageCover" width="193" height="300" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-13819" /><strong>JC:</strong> No, not really you know I just felt lucky.  I didn’t know quite how long the first book would be.  I knew it was going be long, I didn’t really fully apprehend its length until I was maybe three or four hundred pages into the manuscript.  The actual manuscript, I mean the book as a book is about, I guess, just under 800 pages in its English publication–– you should see it in the Norwegian, it takes forever, this book is the size of four books.  But, I knew it was going to be long, the actual manuscript ended up in its longest version, from which I retreated somewhat, to be about 1400 pages.  Which takes up a lot of room on your desk, and I had a good time with its length actually, I was really sort of excited at its length, like weightlifters are really excited about lifting something really heavy– its hard to do, but there’s a moment where you just want to say, “Look at me, look at me! Look at this heavy thing I can lift.”  Writers are competitive you know, to my friends who have written 300 page novels, ha.  So I didn’t worry about that, I still don’t, I look forward to writing other things but I also look at these three books as being separate challenges, its not just a continuation of story, each of the books resets the terms slightly, I want them to stylistically have little adjustments, and that’s as much for my amusement as anything else, but I think the reader doesn’t exactly want to hear the same thing over and over.  I have a lot of faith in readers, I think they’re smart…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Stop pandering (laughs).</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> No, I think they are smart, I really do.  I think a lot of writers write essentially episodic television by writing the same thing over and over, and I think that is pandering in a sense.  I think readers are… they like something dense that has freshness to it and that challenges them a little bit.  I know I do, and maybe I’m just assuming other people are the same as me, but I think its just… I think part of the book isn’t just for reading.</p><p>So yeah, this is going absorb a great big chunk of my, for lack of a better term, mid-career, but I’m lucky to have that.  I don’t have to go hunting around, kicking over every rock looking for the next project and worrying if one will ever show up. I know what I’m doing from now until, I don’t know, the next five years or something, and that’s a tremendous load off my mind actually.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you think, and this is somewhat of a generalization, that an author’s abilities and faculties diminish as they get older.  I mean, how different of a writer do you feel you’ll be at fifty-five or sixty compared to what you are now?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I hope better.  I feel like… I don’t think I wrote anything interesting until I was close to 40 years old. And there are younger writers through maybe preternatural wisdom, they succeed earlier in saying something worth saying in a way that makes it seem true.  But I think writing comes from two qualities: one of them diminishes in theory and one of them increases.  The diminishing one is stamina, I suppose at some point I’ll have less stamina.  And the other one, for lack of a better term, wisdom, is based on observing human life for a long period of time.  In my case I hope that always increases, I hope the day I die I’m the smartest I’ve ever been. I do know stamina tapers off, but at the same time writers seem not to retire.  Their careers seem to be the span of their adult lives.  That is something to wonder about, you know, will there ever be a day when I say, “I think I’ll spend the last ten years fly-fishing,” and if that’s the case, I hope I catch a lot of fish.</p><p><strong>Fly-fishing discussion ensues…followed by a discussion on obesity in Houston, TX.</strong></p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Can you talk about the relationship between experience and training in fiction writing–– how much can be taught and how much must be lived?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I think the craft is both taught and observed.  I think mostly how you learn how to write is by reading in some attentive way with piracy in your heart…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Was there a point in your life when you changed the way you read; a light came on and you started observing craft and diction, as opposed to just being immersed in the book and the story itself?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, I suppose there would have been, I’m trying to think when that would be. Probably not until graduate school because that’s when I started really kind of building a glossary in my head of the various technical and stylistic tropes that hold a fiction together.  It wasn’t actually until few years after that though, when I began in an intelligent way observing the patterns of a novel, sort of the large super structures that make a novel work, and that was a case of me learning entirely on my own.  That subject never came up at Iowa, where pretty much everybody at that time was writing short stories.  I think that’s changed, I think graduate programs now at least make some gesture toward the novel.  I’m actually much more of a novelist than I ever was a short story writer.  I find the short story enormously demanding and exhausting to write, I’d rather go write the chapter of a novel any day.  So, somewhere in there I made the transition, but it wasn’t all at once, and it wasn’t all forms simultaneously.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I read a couple reviews of <em>The Passage</em>, and one reviewer said that there is a portion of the book that is written perfectly, and there was another reviewer who said you were over-reliant on kind of common overused tropes.  I wonder how you’d respond to that, not the perfect part (laughs)?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I would respond to that by saying let me come over to your house and do a load of laundry (laughs).  But, you take the criticism of your book with a grain of salt.  I’ve never found book-review type criticism to be something that I say, “oh gosh maybe that’s true I should be a different writer.”  Because the truth is that any book is going to be met with a variety of responses and experiences, not every reader… For god sakes why would we expect everybody to love a book, that’s crazy, that’s like expecting everybody to love brussles sprouts.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There also has to be a certain sense of envy there (for the reviewer), somewhere deep, buried in the subconscious, “I wish I could have written this.”</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well, you like to think well of your fellow man and woman, but you know I m actually tremendously thin-skinned. I do want everybody to love me– men, women and dogs.  So you know, I read the reviews, and thankfully most of them were positive and encouraging.  What I decided to do, because this book was reviewed more than anything I had written, because among other things, since <em>The Summer Guest</em> there have been all of these online venues created for people, not professional critics, but just readers to post their thoughts&#8230;  So literally, if you wanted to you could read thousand of opinions of your book, thousands.  So what I decided to do was look at what would be helpful, that was sort of my standard, and if somebody just went on a rant, you know you could say, “Well I guess my book is just not for them.”  We probably wouldn’t agree on many things: music, television, film, food, architecture, you know.  Some people just don’t think the way you do.   You know I did read a lot of them (the reviews) and thought about what people had to say.  Both the praise of course and some of the criticism.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> If they’re not envious of the literary aspect of the book, Then I’m certain they are of the 1.75 million dollar sale for the movie rights.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> A book that kind of goes out to the world with a big number attached to it…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I was living in France and I hadn’t heard of anything about you or your writing and one day, there’s your picture next to a story about vampires.  I was shocked.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> You think you were shocked (laughs).</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Prior to embarking on this project, did you have disdain somewhere in you for genre fiction?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well, I think there is great genre fiction, and there is stuff that is kind of junk&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Don’t say anything about <em>Sweet Valley High</em> (laughs).</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> (Laughs) I will not talk trash about <em>Sweet Valley High</em>.</p><p>You know, there’s a lot of stuff out there that’s written for entertainment.  In general it doesn’t entertain me because I’m a college English major and I’m in the business you know? What I really like is something different, the experience of language itself is part of why I read.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, a pro baseball player is not going to go see a little league game.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Exactly, unless his kid is in it. So, my point of view on this is a little bit different.  I think disdain is probably just a bad feeling to have for anything.  I mean you know, each to his own, god bless.  That’s how I take it.  The one thing that I do take exception to is sometimes there is sort of resentment going back and forth between the two camps.  I’ve heard commercial writers say that literary writers would do what we do if only they could, and I’ve heard literary writers say commercial writers are always upset about not getting review attention but they don’t write well enough to deserve it.  That’s kind of…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I’d say the latter is far more accurate.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, I mean you can pick a side, and I won’t do it here, but of course I have mine. It’s not a pleasant discussion and its kind of mean spirited and it mostly comes down to business.  There’s a perceived dichotomy between critical respect and what you get paid and I’ll be perfectly honest, when I wrote <em>The Passage</em> I wanted both.  I didn’t believe that they were mutually exclusive.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> No, there comes a time when you get paid for your craft and you go out and you hustle, and that’s what you did.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, there was no reason not to try, because if it didn’t work, it didn’t work.  It wasn’t going to cost me anything.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> While you’ve put your whole life into developing your craft as a writer, why not?  Talk to me about getting plopped into the world of science fiction conferences.  I saw some abhorrent interviews with you on YouTube (laughs).   Not that you were bad, just that the questions were so inane.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> My relationship to the science fiction world is actually a slightly different world because it comes from the 1970’s principally.  I’m still kind of first in line at the multiplex for what my wife – who prefers movies where people are trying to decide who marries the vicar – what she calls “outer-space shit.”  I love it, I love science fiction.  But most of my experience of it in the last 20 years has been through movies, I mean some books, <em>Children of Men</em> I think is a great novel.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I just talked to Jeff Daniels and I guess he’s making a picture with Joseph Gordon-Levitt called <em>Looper</em> that is kind of science fiction-based.  It integrates time travel and what not, so keep an eye out for it.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I love good, high-concept science fiction when its well-executed and it has something stylistically innovative going on.  I grew up on a steady diet of, at first the sort of juvee Robert Heinlein novels, you know <em>Space Cadet</em> and <em>Farmer in the Sky</em>, and <em>Have Space Suit—Will Travel</em>, and then graduated on to meatier stuff like Ray Bradbury, Arthur Clarke, Isaac Asimov.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Who wrote <em>A Swiftly Tilting Planet</em>?… Madeleine L&#8217;Engle, did you ever get into that?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I did, I read her stuff absolutely. <em>A Wrinkle in Time</em> was a really important book for me when I first was kind of reading fatter books, I couldn’t say exactly how old I was when I read that. You know the young mind is enormously receptive to the sort of catch-all category of fantasy and science fiction because you sort of spend all your brain time there anyhow in some way.  And I was particularly attracted to the end of the world apocalyptic narrative, because it was the cold war too, I mean it was the kind of mental anxiety that I was living with, its like an itch you have to scratch.  So I read all that stuff. Now I go to Comic-Con or whatever and it is a different world.  It’s a lot of stuff that wasn’t around when I was young. I mean, just the idea of the graphic novel, nobody called it a graphic novel when I was a kid, it was a comic book.</p><p>So there is a whole other thing going on, but I assure you that when I went to Comic-Con I was prowling the bins for <em>Planet of the Apes</em> action figures.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, its funny, you go to something like that now and you’re the center of attention.  You’ve inserted yourself into that world.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, its as unlikely a development in my life as I could possibly imagine, but the whole thing has been, it’s sort of been one shock after another.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know just reading your writing, at least the first two books, and knowing that you grew up on the east coast, I kind of envision you as a younger (John) Cheever, minus the harrowing psychological journey.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Without the alcoholism, ya, (laughs).</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It seems to me that you grew up in kind of, dare I say, waspish environs.  Is that accurate?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, I always say I grew up inside of a John Cheever short story, although I didn’t understand most of what was going on.  I did, I grew up in suburban New York not far from where he lived, which was Ossining.  His short fiction was enormously important to me, still is.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It’s the best.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> No dispute. I encountered the first story of his when I was a senior in high school.  I was taking a creative writing class and a friend of mine who was a very intelligent reader and a really gifted writer handed me one of his stories.  It might have been “Farewell My Brother” or “The Worm in the Apple,” I’m not sure; it could have been a number of them.  And it was my first real encounter with sort of ecstatic language applied to a diurnal reality that I recognized.  I was just an unrepentant lover of his work, to the extent that in the summer that he died I was working in a deli, I was painting houses during the week and working at a deli on the weekends,  you know, making sandwiches and making coffee and working the counter, and I wore a black armband (when he died). And this is sort of in a working class neighborhood in Stamford, Connecticut. The major patrons of this deli… There was a post office near by with a big depot so all the postal workers came in, and I was wearing this black armband and they were like “Whose that for?” “Why are you wearing that?”  And I’d say, “John Cheever died.”  And my favorite response to this was a woman who said… This woman who is wearing a postal delivery uniform, looks at me and a great sadness comes over her face and she touches my hand and says “I’m very sorry for your loss.”  (Laughs) I think she thought we were related.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I have a copy of him reading “The Swimmer” that was recorded, I think in the 70’s sometime, I don’t know if you’ve heard it.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> I have not, I have not. I would love that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you think Carver a bit over-valued as a short story writer? He’s often lumped in with Cheever, and I understand the minimalism and the genius there, but there’s really no comparison for me I guess.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Well it is…I’d say there’s no comparison in that its kind of apples and oranges.  Cheever offered a richness of words and Carver offered a richness of silences.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Very well put.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> So they are very, very different and I think they each made a significant contribution.  The third leg of that stool for me would be Flannery O’Connor, as sort of the great American short story writers of the 20th century. You know, there’s the competition and it’s a three-way tie.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What did you think about Dubus?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> A wonderful writer, I loved his stories.  I thought he was a great novella writer, which I admire a lot because it’s such a hopeless enterprise in American publishing to write a novella.  I mean it’s great if you’re a 19th century German, but nowadays its about as doomed a thing as you can do.</p><p>Some of his stories I think are just about perfect. I think “A Father’s Story” is the best story he wrote, or “The Curse,” and so he’s right up there, but I still would give special honors to Carver, Cheever and O’Connor just as people who really shaped the way we write short stories.  They were very, very good, they were the best at it, but they also sort of shaped what we think of as a story.  So I’d say, since Chekhov, those are the three.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is writing cathartic for you Justin?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yeah, something comes out of you that needs to come out.  It’s an internal conversation that you externalize, you know, kind of getting at what’s eating you–– What’s eating you? What are you afraid of? What are you worried about? What’s on your mind?&#8230; And you know, you can only shout it so loudly at the hotel bar (laughs).  You have to have some place to put it that’s actually useful, and building a story around it is a good way to tell it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Have you found yourself finding answers on the page, working things out of your head and actually coming to some resolution through what you’ve written?</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> Yes, absolutely, there’s no question.  Some of them are really deeply personal, nothing I would tell anybody but my wife.  I think my first book was a place to put a lot of that, and I think that’s usually what drives, or customarily what drives first novels. I mean everybody’s first novel tends to be the most autobiographical and then they have to move on to other people and other lives.  But my first book definitely, which I spent a lot of time writing, I mean among other things it was constructed of short stories which, as I said, are enormously time consuming and demanding; but that book came from more of a personal face.  My other books did more to metaphorize those thoughts.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There was more of Justin Cronin the person in <em>Mary and O’Neil</em>.</p><p><strong>JC:</strong> No question, Justin Cronin the writer is in the other two books.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Justin Cronin</strong> is the author of three novels: the Pen/Hemingway award winning, <strong>Mary and O’Neil</strong>, <strong>The Summer Guest</strong>, and <strong>The Passage</strong>.  Cronin’s other honors include a Stephen Crane Prize and the Whiting Writer’s Award.  He is a graduate of Harvard and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and currently lives and writes in Houston. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/05/justin-cronin/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/May/JustinCronin_FoggedClarityInterview.mp3" length="44181339" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio,Ben Evans,fantasy,fogged clarity,Frank Conroy,Harvard,Interview,Iowa Writers Workshop,Justin Cronin,literary fiction,literature,Mary and O&#039;Neil</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>To mark the paperback release of his latest novel, &quot;The Passage,&quot; Ben goes deep with acclaimed author Justin Cronin.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
An intimate discussion with Pen/Hemingway award-winning author Justin Cronin.  Justin&#039;s latest novel, The Passage, was released in paperback this month and can be purchased here (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345504976/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_1?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;pf_rd_i=0345504968&amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_r=03Q1EE1QA3A5KKF6489B).
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Ben Evans: When I spoke with you last week you said something that intrigued me; you related that you felt fortunate to have this story, The Passage, and impending trilogy, drop in your lap.  It was as if you were referring to a muse.  You almost suggested, as many authors have, that you were more of a conduit for this epic than a creator.  Can you describe that feeling of inspiration as an author, and do you truly think it comes from somewhere outside of yourself?
Justin Cronin: Well sometimes you do, there are moments that you can’t really account for.  You don’t know why, all of a sudden, a sentence kind of lays itself bare to you.  But, on the other hand you can also say the reason that it does is because you’ve sat down at the keyboard everyday for twenty years making yourself ready and practicing your art.  So while there is some part of it that’s mysterious, all of it is deliberate and all of it is yours.  My approach to writing is quite thorough, I plan everything in advance, I sit down to work everyday, typical business hours 9 to 3; I’ve got kids so I have to keep a kind of ordinary domestic schedule.  And it’s worked so far, no complaints. It’s produced three books, the last one of which was 300,000 words.  So do I take credit?  Sure, why not.
BE: You are more than entitled to it, you take your craft incredibly seriously and you’re incredibly committed.  I just thought it was interesting that you had said it fell into your lap.
JC: Well I think, as I said, there is some part of this that does seem to sometimes come from above.  Like my teacher in graduate school Frank Conroy said, writing is basically a daily practice to maintain a steady state of readiness for when something came your way that was worth writing.  A lot of writing is failure; a lot of it is running scales up and down the piano until the concerto one day just shows up.
BE: You just said that some parts of the novel may have come from above, and that leads to my next question.  There seems to be a sense of the spiritual running through The Passage, a certain otherworldly prescience, where certain characters are impelled to act, I presume by some kind of divine mover.  Sister Lacey’s cross-country journey for example.   Do you yourself have religious inclinations?  And was it important to allow for spirituality in this book, as it can be a convenient explanatory device?
JC: Well, I begin by admitting that I practice no faith in particular.  I was raised Roman Catholic with all the mystical trappings and no doubt some of that became part of my firmware, but when I wrote the novel you know part of the original conceit of the book was that the story that I was telling was the truth behind something that at some distant future time, a thousand years in the future, has become in a sense its own creation story.  So it’s become a myth and–– here’s the story behind it, as I think most religious scripture is. It may not be based on divine occurrences, but it’s based on things that actually happened in some way, so that I always planned on as part of the underpinnings of the project.  But one thing I discovered very quickly was that you could not write a book about the end of the world without questions of, for lack of a better term, divine intention leaking into the text.  I meant to drag my feet on this a little bit, it wasn’t something that I was in a hurry to take on; not because I was afraid of it, but because I didn’t know how it would appear.  And in fact it appeared very,</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>46:01</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jason Quever</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jason-quever/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jason-quever/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:53 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fading Parade]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jason Quever]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kanye]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Kanye West]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Papercuts]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Francisco]]></category> <guid
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align="left"><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> After releasing three prior records under the Papercuts name, do you still get excited on the eve of a release, or has the digital age drained a bit of that enthusiasm.</p><p><strong>Jason Quever:</strong> No, its really exciting, I mean…Really the first one was in 2004 and it wasn’t super different back then.  It’s maybe more nerve-wracking right now because so much focus is on immediate press.  I mean we try not to look at that, but you know that the label and everybody is paying attention to it.   I mean I love making records it’s my favorite thing to do, but there’s a lot of anxiety with it to.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you think there is more expectation on behalf of your audience now that this is your fourth Papercuts record?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> That’s a good point too.  You have to keep moving and hopefully keep people interested, and feel like your going somewhere.  Otherwise, people feel like “well I have the other records, why do I need all of your records.”  I feel like I have to reinvent myself every time, but I like that idea.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Conceptually what are you bringing to the table on this album, <em>Fading Parade</em>, that’s different from your past records?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Well, I think conceptually it is the most… I have always kind of shied away from love songs, and this is kind of a more romantic record.  So, that is sort of a first, where I sort of embrace that.  Production-wise there was a lot of different things, I worked with an outside producer and went to an outside studio. That was a first.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Had you been producing everything yourself prior to this?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Ya, up to this point I was the only person who ever twiddled the knob.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> If you’re the sole producer, as you were on past records, is it difficult not to have a critic when your making an album; you know, not to have someone to run things by if you are putting everything together yourself.</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> It’s funny that you say that, because in some ways it’s the opposite whereby I feel like I tend to be overcritical when I’m working alone, and sometimes you need someone there to say “No that was cool.” or “Go off in that direction.”  So in a way, having someone there sort of feels like I don’t have to be so much of a critic.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Do you know what I’m saying, because you’re overworked.  You’re basically overworked when you do everything yourself, and you have no perspective on anything.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you find that establishing a vulnerability as a songwriter creates a stronger bond to the music for the listener?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Its hard to…I think in my situation yes.  Ya know, I can only come from a place of total honesty.  I don’t think that’s necessarily true for everybody.  It’s just the only way…The thing with interviews I’ve always thought about is that I’d love to be witty and give smartass answers but I just can’t.  It’s the same with music, I can only be sincere and honest ya know, for better or worse, I’m not putting anything on.  So it works for me, probably because I lack the wit to pull it off any other way (laughs).</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It’s almost as if with this record you start with one emotion and then sonically you add texture and depth and subtlety to that emotion.  As a unifying aesthetic, what do you think it is on this record?  What is the central mood, the driving force behind the record?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> God, its so hard to see it for what other people might see.  I mean, it’s funny because if I described it, it would be totally opposite from what other people would describe it as.  Whereas, for me this is kind of an upbeat record, this is an exciting record, it’s more of a major key record.  I mean there is a point where it gets a little darker, but, for me, I found myself kind of feeling really exuberant when we were recording. Which, maybe when other people hear it, they hear this sleepy, dreamy, or whatever the word you wanna use is.  But from where I’m coming from it’s a more exciting record for me.  I found myself sort of…just kind of throwing my arms around when I was singing and stuff like that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> One of the songs I really like on the record is called “White are the Waves.”  Can you talk a little about the impetus for that song, and emotionally where that song came from?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> I feel like musically its some sort of nod to Kate Bush.  Lyrically, it’s the one song I talked a lot about with the band.  I remember writing that song and saying “What is this about?” And I sort of started saying white are the waves, and wondering what that could be. Usually I don’t write that way, but it started to take shape like Kurtz. I think we started to think about it like <em>Heart of Darkness</em>, sort of like his psychotic logic.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you still live in San Francisco?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Yes.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is there a San Francisco sound?  Do you feel like you make music similar to Belle and Sebastian and that crowd?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> I don’t know, people always say there’s this laid back thing that we do, but, like I said, to me it seems upbeat.  So its weird, if it exists its totally unconscious.  So I don’t know, I cant think of any San Francisco bands that we sound like, in my mind.  I feel like a lot of San Francisco bands are influenced by some sort of psychedelic music, maybe that’s it, theres such a rich history of psychedelic music that you just can’t help but be influenced by it.  But people always use the words laid back. So, I’ve always made laid back music, I guess, I’ve never been into super fast rock and roll?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I find there to exist a tension in your music, actually, does that make sense to you?  Do you think there is tension there?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Ya, totally, its always the best when your working out some problems, or some epiphany or something.  Usually that’s what a good song is, it feels like you’ve worked through something painful and come out the other end in a positive.  That’s what I try to do usually.  I usually try not to make it mopey, it might start out mopey, but usually I feel like the thing to try to do is make it upbeat on some level.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I was reading a press release for your new album and it said that you don’t like to be the center of attention.  I imagine that’s kind of difficult being in a band and playing shows; how do you approach that?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Lots of alcohol (laughs).</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And your dead serious (laughs).</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> I am serious, and I’m trying to figure it out.  Its funny, I’ve been asked that question; people ask me, “What do you do on tour?”  I am sure no one expects that.  Yeah, it’s a just coping mechanism of being in the middle  (everything).  But I guess there&#8217;s a part of me that likes it (performing), I mean, I love playing music and I like conveying something to people so, not every single fiber of my being hates it.  But I definitely cope by… I get more into it ya know.  I have a lot of great people playing with me now, so it’s like I have to step it up and try to enjoy it.  If you’re not having fun everyone knows it, so I can’t let everyone down, all the people that go, and so I get into it just on that level, wanting to do a good job and make people enjoy that time their spending there.  So, I can get into it on that level.  Though, it’s true that I generally don’t like to be (in the middle of things).  It doesn’t make a lot of sense on one level of my personality.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you approach going out and playing live shows as if your there to please people and entertain people, or is there still an element of it that is truly pleasurable to you?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Oh, its totally fun.  Especially when your playing with people you like playing with.  So, its fun, its not hard.  It’s a lucky position to be in.  Its not like I have to try that hard to enjoy it.  But there are moments that are really trying and difficult.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What songs closest to you on the new record? What came from a poignant, personal experience? You mentioned this was a love album, did you have a relationship in your life that led to these songs?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> No, its not really from my point of view.  I think the first song “Do you really wanna know”… I wasn’t taking it seriously, I was just like, I should play a happy song.  So I started playing that and it came out  And I didn’t think much of it.  But Tom who produced us, really liked it and the band really liked it, so I guess I have a lot of positive feelings about it because it was kind of easy to do and it seems to be a song that people like.  It does kind of convey…it says, “I don’t know if I love you” that’s kind of the chorus and I guess that’s kind of the idea of the record, that feeling of being totally torn and not sure about where you are.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I take it that since you don’t like to be the center of attention that you don’t like to meld the personal and the musical too much; at least in discussing the work.</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> I really feel…I’m totally honest about it, I just don’t ever write about my own specific experiences, there (the songs) more just like vaguely colored by memories and things like that.  But I think I would be honest about it, I mean, maybe you’re right maybe I wouldn’t be, its hard to tell.  But theres nothing to hide, I guess you’ll have to trust me on that.  Theres nothing really terribly autobiographical about anything.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> That’s interesting, I watched the Thom Yorke video of him dancing from the new Radiohead album, and I just have to believe watching him gyrate that he hears the music differently;  that he hears something different or more completely then I am hearing.  I’d describe your music as very colorful, I think if you shut your eyes and listen to this album a couple times, the colors start to come out.  Does that make sense?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> That’s what our drummer said, he was using the term “Technicolor.”  I do think in colors a lot kinda of when I’m trying to put sounds together, so I guess that makes sense.  We tried to make it as rich as possible; fun to listen to, headphone candy and things like that.  Yeah, that’s cool.  Thank you, I appreciate that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you ever enjoy stripping it down, just grabbing a guitar and playing?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Yeah, I’ve had this rule for a long time that the song has to be able to survive with just an acoustic guitar and vocals.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Whats your ambition as a songwriter, if you could accomplish one thing through your work what would it be?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> Man I just think about staying alive, I feel like I’m just a survivor.  If I can trick people into keep putting my records out (laughs), that’s kind of my goal.  I love writing so much, and I love having the funding to make records.  I just feel like every song I make…its fun, but also, I write a lot and pick the ones I think will enable me to keep making records. I just really want to be able to keep doing it, and have it be exciting for us.  Ambition wise, there are songs that I could think of that I’m like “God, I wish I could write a song that good.”  But that’s about it really, I just wanna hit people immediately, ya know.  I just like to try and write songs that come from some sort of magical place, just like Kanye or something, you hear it and it hits you so strongly.  That’s what I always wanna try, go for that real epiphany and magic feeling you feel when you hear Kanye or something.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> There’s so much to be said for the slow burn though, ya know, for something that it takes you four or five listens to warm up to, those are oftentimes the most lasting songs or records, and I know that with the hyper-stimulated age were living in, the digital age, I know it is more important than ever now to hit people immediately and generate interest.  Have you found that your songwriting, your discipline has been influenced by that fact?</p><p><strong>JQ:</strong> I don’t know if it’s the digital age or what, but I’ve definitely, over the years, have realized that it needs to change more than I might naturally do.  When I first started recording it was all over the map ya know, so I just made demo after demo and there was all kinds of styles, sort of experimenting, and when we made <em>Mockingbird</em>, which was actually the first record, I tried to put a bunch of things that made sense.  But I think, getting feedback from that era made me realize that you don’t have to, so I’ve kind of gone back to trying to make it as diverse as possible.  I don’t know if that’s the digital age or just the nature of making records and people critiquing them; and taking what you feel like is real.  So I don’t know…maybe…I mean I think it’s just the same as always for my kind of music I just always wanna write like singly kind of songs anyway, so you always need those kind of songs, in the digital age especially, you just have the few songs people might hear on the internet.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jason Quever</strong> is the lead singer and songwriter of San Francisco’s Papercuts.  Since 2000, the band has released five full-length albums, including their most recent, <strong>Fading Parade</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jason-quever/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/interviews/2011/May/PapercutsInterview.mp3" length="41764604" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>audio interview,Fading Parade,fogged clarity,Interview,Interviews,Jason Quever,Kanye,Kanye West,Papercuts,San Francisco</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>The Papercuts&#039; frontman sounds off on Kanye, epiphanies, and the anxiety-quelling power of liquor.</itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>The Fogged Clarity Interview
The Papercuts&#039; frontman sounds off on Kanye, epiphanies, and the anxiety-quelling power of liquor.
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Also in This Issue:
* Listen to Jason Quever&#039;s Fogged Clarity Session (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/papercuts-session/)
TRANSCRIPTION
Ben Evans: After releasing three prior records under the Papercuts name, do you still get excited on the eve of a release, or has the digital age drained a bit of that enthusiasm.
Jason Quever: No, its really exciting, I mean…Really the first one was in 2004 and it wasn’t super different back then.  It’s maybe more nerve-wracking right now because so much focus is on immediate press.  I mean we try not to look at that, but you know that the label and everybody is paying attention to it.   I mean I love making records it’s my favorite thing to do, but there’s a lot of anxiety with it to.
BE: Do you think there is more expectation on behalf of your audience now that this is your fourth Papercuts record?
JQ: That’s a good point too.  You have to keep moving and hopefully keep people interested, and feel like your going somewhere.  Otherwise, people feel like “well I have the other records, why do I need all of your records.”  I feel like I have to reinvent myself every time, but I like that idea.
BE: Conceptually what are you bringing to the table on this album, Fading Parade, that’s different from your past records?
JQ: Well, I think conceptually it is the most… I have always kind of shied away from love songs, and this is kind of a more romantic record.  So, that is sort of a first, where I sort of embrace that.  Production-wise there was a lot of different things, I worked with an outside producer and went to an outside studio. That was a first.
BE: Had you been producing everything yourself prior to this?
JQ: Ya, up to this point I was the only person who ever twiddled the knob.
BE: If you’re the sole producer, as you were on past records, is it difficult not to have a critic when your making an album; you know, not to have someone to run things by if you are putting everything together yourself.
JQ: It’s funny that you say that, because in some ways it’s the opposite whereby I feel like I tend to be overcritical when I’m working alone, and sometimes you need someone there to say “No that was cool.” or “Go off in that direction.”  So in a way, having someone there sort of feels like I don’t have to be so much of a critic.
BE: Yeah
JQ: Do you know what I’m saying, because you’re overworked.  You’re basically overworked when you do everything yourself, and you have no perspective on anything.
BE: Do you find that establishing a vulnerability as a songwriter creates a stronger bond to the music for the listener?
JQ: Its hard to…I think in my situation yes.  Ya know, I can only come from a place of total honesty.  I don’t think that’s necessarily true for everybody.  It’s just the only way…The thing with interviews I’ve always thought about is that I’d love to be witty and give smartass answers but I just can’t.  It’s the same with music, I can only be sincere and honest ya know, for better or worse, I’m not putting anything on.  So it works for me, probably because I lack the wit to pull it off any other way (laughs).
BE: It’s almost as if with this record you start with one emotion and then sonically you add texture and depth and subtlety to that emotion.  As a unifying aesthetic, what do you think it is on this record?  What is the central mood, the driving force behind the record?
JQ: God, its so hard to see it for what other people might see.  I mean, it’s funny because if I described it, it would be totally opposite from what other people would describe it as.  Whereas, for me this is kind of an upbeat record, this is an exciting record, it’s more of a major key record.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>17:24</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jason Quever of Papercuts</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/papercuts-session/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/papercuts-session/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:52 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Sessions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[acoustic]]></category> <category><![CDATA[audio]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Do you really wanna know]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fogged Clarity Session]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jason Quever]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Papercuts]]></category> <category><![CDATA[San Francisco]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13410</guid> <description><![CDATA[Jason Quever gets out his Macbook, strips it down to the bone, and obliges us by recording two songs with just guitar and vocals.]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Session</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Jason Quever gets out his Macbook, strips it down to the bone, and obliges us by recording two songs with just guitar and vocals.</p><p>1.  Do You Really Wanna Know?<br
/> 2.  Sandy</p><div
id="attachment_13650" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 510px"><a
href="http://www.lindseybest.com/"><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/jasonQuever1.jpg" alt="Jason Quever by Lindsey Best" title="Jason Quever by Lindsey Best" width="500" height="333" class="size-full wp-image-13650" /></a><p
class="wp-caption-text">photo by Lindsey Best</p></div><h4>Also in This Issue:</h4><ul><li>Listen to our <a
href="http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jason-quever/">interview with Jason Quever</a></li></ul><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jason Quever</strong> is the lead singer and songwriter of San Francisco’s Papercuts.  Since 2000, the band has released five full-length albums, including their most recent, <strong>Fading Parade</strong>. </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/papercuts-session/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Jason Quever gets out his Macbook, strips it down to the bone, and obliges us by recording two songs with just guitar and vocals.
1.  Do You Really Wanna Know?
2.  Sandy
Also in This Issue:
* Listen to our interview with Jason Quever (http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jason-quever/)
Jason Quever is the lead singer and songwriter of San Francisco’s Papercuts.  Since 2000, the band has released five full-length albums, including their most recent, Fading Parade.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>6:50</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>A. Manette Ansay</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-manette-ansay/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-manette-ansay/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:49 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A. Manette Ansay]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Blue Water]]></category> <category><![CDATA[creative writing]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Good Things I Wish You]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Limbo]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Manette Ansay]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Miami]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Midnight Champagne]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oprah]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Oprah's Book Club]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ryan daly]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Fogged Clarity Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Vinegar Hill]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Wisconsin]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13173</guid> <description><![CDATA[The author of "Vinegar Hill" and "Good Things I Wish You" sits down to discuss her life and craft. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Author A. Manette Ansay discusses her prose, process, and playing on the boys basketball team.</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/aManetteAnsay-300x198.jpg" alt="A Manette Ansay" title="aManetteAnsay" width="300" height="198" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-13474" /></p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>A. Manette Ansay</strong> is the author of six novels, including <strong>Good Things I Wish You</strong> (July, 2009), <strong>Vinegar Hill</strong>, an Oprah Book Club Selection, and <strong>Midnight Champagne</strong>, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, as well as a short story collection, <strong>Read This and Tell Me What It Says</strong>, and a memoir, <strong>Limbo</strong>. Her awards include a National Endowment for the Arts Grant, a Pushcart Prize, the Nelson Algren Prize, and two Great Lakes Book Awards. She lives with her daughter in Florida, where she teaches in the MFA program at the University of Miami.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-manette-ansay/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Author A. Manette Ansay discusses her prose, process, and playing on the boys basketball team.
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A. Manette Ansay is the author of six novels, including Good Things I Wish You (July, 2009), Vinegar Hill, an Oprah Book Club Selection, and Midnight Champagne, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, as well as a short story collection, Read This and Tell Me What It Says, and a memoir, Limbo. Her awards include a National Endowment for the Arts Grant, a Pushcart Prize, the Nelson Algren Prize, and two Great Lakes Book Awards. She lives with her daughter in Florida, where she teaches in the MFA program at the University of Miami.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>32:50</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Chris Bathgate</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/chris-bathgate/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/chris-bathgate/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:48 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A corktown wake]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ann arbor]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Chris Bathgate]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Michigan]]></category> <category><![CDATA[musician]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Quite Scientific]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ryan daly]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Salt Year]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13398</guid> <description><![CDATA[Singer and songwriter Chris Bathgate revisits the "salt year" that led to the creation of his new album. ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Singer and songwriter Chris Bathgate revisits the &#8220;salt year&#8221; that led to the creation of his new album.</p><p><img
src="http://foggedclarity.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/chrisBathgate-300x272.jpg" alt="Chris Bathgate Interview" title="chrisBathgate" width="300" height="272" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-13477" /></p><div
id="bio"> <em><strong>Chris Bathgate</strong> is a singer and songwriter living in Michigan. Since 2003, he has released six full-length albums, the most recent of which is entitled <strong>Salt Year</strong>.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/chris-bathgate/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Singer and songwriter Chris Bathgate revisits the &quot;salt year&quot; that led to the creation of his new album.
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Chris Bathgate is a singer and songwriter living in Michigan. Since 2003, he has released six full-length albums, the most recent of which is entitled Salt Year.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>18:55</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Breadcrumbs</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/breadcrumbs/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/breadcrumbs/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:43 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Because the Wind has questions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Breadcrumbs]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Michael T. Young]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New Jersey]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[transcriptions of daylight]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13067</guid> <description><![CDATA[Michael T. Young I keep believing in the fresh start, keep turning back as if to begin, but there’s no going past the push of hunger. As a child, I filled jugs at a natural spring, my hands rich with the scent of moss, the rocks gurgling, the smell of wet soil saturating the air [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Michael T. Young</h3><div
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id="poemContainer"><div
id="poem"><p>I keep believing in the fresh start,<br
/> keep turning back as if to begin,<br
/> but there’s no going past the push of hunger.</p><p>As a child, I filled jugs at a natural spring,<br
/> my hands rich with the scent of moss,<br
/> the rocks gurgling, the smell of wet soil<br
/> saturating the air with a kind of habitable baptism,<br
/> a slaked freshness I rose from</p><p
style="padding-left: 110px;"> and turned toward home.</p><p>Years later, as I pass a construction site<br
/> and each morning there’s a little more cement,<br
/> a few more girders, wiring and steel<br
/> fused under acetylene flies,<br
/> I realize all those hands, all those minds</p><p>pick their way through halls of carbon and fly ash,<br
/> trace potentials down molecular paths of iron,<br
/> water and gravel, bits and pieces like breadcrumbs<br
/> trailing all the way back to subterranean lavas<br
/> and prehistoric furnaces, the inhuman fires<br
/> that go into making every habitation and home.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Michael T. Young</strong> has published two collections of poetry: <strong>Because the Wind Has Questions</strong> and <strong>Transcriptions of Daylight</strong>.  He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and a 2008 William Stafford Award.  His poetry has appeared in <strong>The Adirondack Review</strong>, <strong>Barn Owl Review</strong>, <strong>Barrow Street</strong>, <strong>Iodine Poetry Journal</strong>, and <strong>The Same</strong>, among others. His next collection of poems, <strong>The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost</strong>, will be published by Black Coffee Press in 2013. <br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/breadcrumbs/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/May/Breadcrumbs_Young.mp3" length="1056714" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>Because the Wind has questions,Breadcrumbs,fogged clarity,Michael T. Young,New Jersey,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,transcriptions of daylight</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Michael T. Young I keep believing in the fresh start,  keep turning back as if to begin,  but there’s no going past the push of hunger.  - As a child, I filled jugs at a natural spring,  my hands rich with the scent of moss, </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Michael T. Young
I keep believing in the fresh start,
keep turning back as if to begin,
but there’s no going past the push of hunger.
As a child, I filled jugs at a natural spring,
my hands rich with the scent of moss,
the rocks gurgling, the smell of wet soil
saturating the air with a kind of habitable baptism,
a slaked freshness I rose from
and turned toward home.
Years later, as I pass a construction site
and each morning there’s a little more cement,
a few more girders, wiring and steel
fused under acetylene flies,
I realize all those hands, all those minds
pick their way through halls of carbon and fly ash,
trace potentials down molecular paths of iron,
water and gravel, bits and pieces like breadcrumbs
trailing all the way back to subterranean lavas
and prehistoric furnaces, the inhuman fires
that go into making every habitation and home.
Michael T. Young has published two collections of poetry: Because the Wind Has Questions and Transcriptions of Daylight.  He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and a 2008 William Stafford Award.  His poetry has appeared in The Adirondack Review, Barn Owl Review, Barrow Street, Iodine Poetry Journal, and The Same, among others. His next collection of poems, The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost, will be published by Black Coffee Press in 2013.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:06</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Scrawl</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/scrawl/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/scrawl/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:41 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Michael T. Young]]></category> <category><![CDATA[New Jersey]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Scrawl]]></category> <category><![CDATA[transcriptions of daylight]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13073</guid> <description><![CDATA[Michael T. Young He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter: I will clamber through the clouds and exist. It steadies him like leaning against trees, or brewing coffee to a thick brown resistance. It’s that kind of private refusal that helps him push on, dress the children for sleep, clean [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Michael T. Young</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter:<br
/> <em>I will clamber through the clouds and exist</em>.<br
/> It steadies him like leaning against trees,<br
/> or brewing coffee to a thick brown resistance.</p><p>It’s that kind of private refusal that helps him push on,<br
/> dress the children for sleep, clean the kitchen,<br
/> kiss his wife goodnight and reach bed on a wave of inertia<br
/> where he watches the window blinds hum<br
/> with the glow of streetlights beyond them,<br
/> and from their edges, strips of scalloped light<br
/> dent the darkened wall, and would cut it open like a can<br
/> dumping its store of significance to feed his dreaming hungers.</p><p>But he never feels ready, never feels alert enough<br
/> to the details that go unnoticed like his hangnail,<br
/> which, as he rolls over in sleep, scratches his wife’s thigh,<br
/> and though she doesn’t wake,<br
/> all the next day she wonders why her leg stings.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Michael T. Young</strong> has published two collections of poetry: <strong>Because the Wind Has Questions</strong> and <strong>Transcriptions of Daylight</strong>.  He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and a 2008 William Stafford Award.  His poetry has appeared in <strong>The Adirondack Review</strong>, <strong>Barn Owl Review</strong>, <strong>Barrow Street</strong>, <strong>Iodine Poetry Journal</strong>, and <strong>The Same</strong>, among others. His next collection of poems, <strong>The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost</strong>, will be published by Black Coffee Press in 2013. <br
/> </em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/scrawl/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/May/Scrawl_Young.mp3" length="1031214" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Michael T. Young,New Jersey,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,Scrawl,transcriptions of daylight</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Michael T. Young - He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter:   I will clamber through the clouds and exist.   It steadies him like leaning against trees, or brewing coffee to a thick brown resistance. - </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Michael T. Young
He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter:
I will clamber through the clouds and exist.
It steadies him like leaning against trees,
or brewing coffee to a thick brown resistance.
It’s that kind of private refusal that helps him push on,
dress the children for sleep, clean the kitchen,
kiss his wife goodnight and reach bed on a wave of inertia
where he watches the window blinds hum
with the glow of streetlights beyond them,
and from their edges, strips of scalloped light
dent the darkened wall, and would cut it open like a can
dumping its store of significance to feed his dreaming hungers.
But he never feels ready, never feels alert enough
to the details that go unnoticed like his hangnail,
which, as he rolls over in sleep, scratches his wife’s thigh,
and though she doesn’t wake,
all the next day she wonders why her leg stings.
Michael T. Young has published two collections of poetry: Because the Wind Has Questions and Transcriptions of Daylight.  He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and a 2008 William Stafford Award.  His poetry has appeared in The Adirondack Review, Barn Owl Review, Barrow Street, Iodine Poetry Journal, and The Same, among others. His next collection of poems, The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost, will be published by Black Coffee Press in 2013.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>1:04</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>A Plague of Cottonwoods</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-plague-of-cottonwoods/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-plague-of-cottonwoods/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:39 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[A Plague of Cottonwoods]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fugue]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Idaho]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Laura Powers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lewis-Clark State College]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=12895</guid> <description><![CDATA[Laura Powers June, and they stand in flowering frustration at either end of my yard. Cottonwoods (geneus populus) are gendered and must be planted accordingly to avoid the outrage of unspent catkins (desiderium). I learned this too late to now keep seedpods sticking to the laundered sheets I’ve strung to dry between them like a [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Laura Powers</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>June, and they stand in flowering frustration<br
/> at either end of my yard.</p><p>Cottonwoods (<em>geneus populus</em>) are gendered<br
/> and must be planted accordingly</p><p>to avoid the outrage of unspent catkins (<em>desiderium</em>).<br
/> I learned this too late to now keep seedpods</p><p>sticking to the laundered sheets I’ve strung<br
/> to dry between them like a blue provocation.</p><p>Their priapic blossoms, futilely infertile,<br
/> billow the sky, scatter across my lawn,</p><p>skulk in the corners of my garage.<br
/> By the time December snow sifts</p><p>its thin apology over trees and my domestic<br
/> putterings, I want to string my sheets, hung<br
/> cerulean between quiet and whiteness.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Laura Powers</strong> teaches developmental writing at Lewis-Clark State College in Idaho. Her poems have appeared in a wide range of print and online journals, and her chapbook, <strong>Speak</strong>, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.  Powers is the former poetry editor of <strong>Fugue</strong>, and is a graduate of the University of Idaho&#8217;s MFA program.</p><p></em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/a-plague-of-cottonwoods/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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June, and they stand in flowering frustration
at either end of my yard.
Cottonwoods (geneus populus) are gendered
and must be planted accordingly
to avoid the outrage of unspent catkins (desiderium).
I learned this too late to now keep seedpods
sticking to the laundered sheets I’ve strung
to dry between them like a blue provocation.
Their priapic blossoms, futilely infertile,
billow the sky, scatter across my lawn,
skulk in the corners of my garage.
By the time December snow sifts
its thin apology over trees and my domestic
putterings, I want to string my sheets, hung
cerulean between quiet and whiteness.
Laura Powers teaches developmental writing at Lewis-Clark State College in Idaho. Her poems have appeared in a wide range of print and online journals, and her chapbook, Speak, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.  Powers is the former poetry editor of Fugue, and is a graduate of the University of Idaho&#039;s MFA program.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>51</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>The Language of a Marriage</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/the-language-of-a-marriage/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/the-language-of-a-marriage/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:18:36 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fugue]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Idaho]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Laura Powers]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lewis and Clarke]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Lewis-Clark State College]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poems]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poet]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poets]]></category> <category><![CDATA[The Language of a Marriage]]></category> <category><![CDATA[University of Idaho]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=12891</guid> <description><![CDATA[Laura Powers In my lap, The Awakening rests like a pretension. Lately, I’ve found myself going in envy of fiction—not as a poet, but as a woman living a linear life, as she must with no parrot screaming foreshadow in its raucous patois: Allez vous-en! Get Out! Sapristi! Goddamn it! No one is in danger [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">Laura Powers</h3><div
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id="poem"><p>In my lap, <em>The Awakening</em> rests like a pretension.<br
/> Lately, I’ve found myself going in envy<br
/> of fiction—not as a poet, but as a woman<br
/> living a linear life, as she must with no parrot<br
/> screaming foreshadow in its raucous patois:<br
/> <em>Allez vous-en!  Get Out! Sapristi! Goddamn it!</em><br
/> No one is in danger of death in <em>this</em> poem, yet,<br
/> I resent the birdsong outside my windows—<br
/> they’ve never offered any instructive imperatives.<br
/> A decade’s worth of contrapuntal rasps and trills<br
/> have done nothing but call down each morning<br
/> because foreshadow is fiction’s delicious privilege<br
/> in full plumage and reality’s only creative<br
/> device is hindsight, a bewilderment of vagrant birds.</p></div></div><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Laura Powers</strong> teaches developmental writing at Lewis-Clark State College in Idaho. Her poems have appeared in a wide range of print and online journals, and her chapbook, <strong>Speak</strong>, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.  Powers is the former poetry editor of <strong>Fugue</strong>, and is a graduate of the University of Idaho&#8217;s MFA program.</p><p></em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/the-language-of-a-marriage/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
url="http://media.blubrry.com/foggedclarity/foggedclarity.com/audio/readings/2011/May/LanguageofaMarriage.mp3" length="2203819" type="audio/mpeg" /> <itunes:keywords>fogged clarity,Fugue,Idaho,Laura Powers,Lewis and Clarke,Lewis-Clark State College,poem,poems,poet,Poetry,poets,The Language of a Marriage</itunes:keywords> <itunes:subtitle>Laura Powers In my lap, The Awakening rests like a pretension. Lately, I’ve found myself going in envy of fiction—not as a poet, but as a woman living a linear life, as she must with no parrot </itunes:subtitle> <itunes:summary>Laura Powers
In my lap, The Awakening rests like a pretension.
Lately, I’ve found myself going in envy
of fiction—not as a poet, but as a woman
living a linear life, as she must with no parrot
screaming foreshadow in its raucous patois:
Allez vous-en!  Get Out! Sapristi! Goddamn it!
No one is in danger of death in this poem, yet,
I resent the birdsong outside my windows—
they’ve never offered any instructive imperatives.
A decade’s worth of contrapuntal rasps and trills
have done nothing but call down each morning
because foreshadow is fiction’s delicious privilege
in full plumage and reality’s only creative
device is hindsight, a bewilderment of vagrant birds.
Laura Powers teaches developmental writing at Lewis-Clark State College in Idaho. Her poems have appeared in a wide range of print and online journals, and her chapbook, Speak, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.  Powers is the former poetry editor of Fugue, and is a graduate of the University of Idaho&#039;s MFA program.</itunes:summary> <itunes:author>Fogged Clarity</itunes:author> <itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit> <itunes:duration>55</itunes:duration> </item> <item><title>Jose Gonzalez</title><link>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jose-gonzalez/</link> <comments>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jose-gonzalez/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 04:57:56 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Benjamin Evans</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Featured Articles]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interviews]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Ben Evans]]></category> <category><![CDATA[cycling trivialities]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Fields]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fogged clarity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[In our nature]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Interview]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jose Gonzalez]]></category> <category><![CDATA[junip]]></category> <category><![CDATA[ryan daly]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Sweden]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Veneer]]></category> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://foggedclarity.com/?p=13047</guid> <description><![CDATA[Songwriter Jose Gonzalez calls in from Sweden to discuss his life and work.  ]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<h3 class="byLine">The Fogged Clarity Interview</h3><div
class="center"></div><p>Jose Gonzalez calls in from Sweden to discuss humanism, happiness, and his band Junip&#8217;s latest album, <em>Fields</em>.</p><div
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align="left"><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> So how did your approach to Fields; constructing it with two other people, differ from the creation of your solo records?</p><p><strong>Jose Gonzalez:</strong> For this album we decided to write everything together; we feel like it’s a band, that everybody should be involved and everything. So we just spent a lot of time jamming and recording into the computer; and so hours and hours of jams, and after a while we took the parts that we liked, and at the last minute I would go home and write the lyrics.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Did you find that you evolved, that collaboration allowed you more freedom; that you grew as a musician throughout the process of recording this album?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ya, it’s liberating in some senses.  When we’re jamming, and the guitar parts- there not in the front of the mix so I can get away with simpler stuff than when I write my solo stuff.   It’s more about the whole.  So yeah, I feel like when we’re writing (as a group) and when were playing live I’m able to be more free and improvise a bit more.  And also, while we were producing I was able to… I would play bass and synthesizer and percussion and congas, so it’s been like a musical…what do you call it?  It’s been inspiring to play other things and not only guitar.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, I’m going be honest, one of the main reasons I wanted to talk to you is because I think your one of the most thoughtful musicians writing and playing today; and all of your music, whether your playing with Junip or on your own, it seems to be under-laid with these potent, meditative undertones, these kind of philosophical currents.  Who do you read and can you talk about some of your spiritual and philosophical influences?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ya, I mean for me it’s always been important for music first, and then lyrics.  But I feel like for people who are interested and want to know more, I think they can notice that I come from a humanistic background. When I’m writing it’s usually from a humanistic perspective.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I see a little Kierkegaard and a little Kant…there’s a song, on your last solo album, <em>In our Nature</em>, that’s called “Cycling Trivialities;” that’s always been a pretty poignant song for me, especially when you sing, “Oh, What is this thing in me.”  Can you talk about that line, and have you identified that thing as of yet?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> I don’t think I sing that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> “Oh what is this thing in me?”</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> No, (laughs) but it’s a nice interpretation.  It sounds like something I could write, but its not.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I’m abashed. Well, can you talk about the song a little bit then?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ya, I had the song for a very long time, and I had the chorus (it) was ready a couple of years before I recorded the song. I knew I wanted to sing about when you get caught in trivialities and you can’t see past your own horizon, and basically how you can make things seem bigger and more difficult than they really are.  Almost sentimental, the lyrics about…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It seems to be almost in opposition to a humanist philosophy though, suggesting that we’re cycling trivialities.  It’s kind of interesting.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ya, I mean its more of an observation, and not…Almost like complaining about yourself and how you get stuck in small things, and you want to change that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, I seem to have misinterpreted the song and I apologize.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> No, no worries.  Its open for interpretation.  I like it when people hear other things that mean something.  It’s cool.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Can you talk about the cultural differences between Sweden and the United States, and whether either atmosphere is more conducive to being successful in the arts, and in music?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> (Sweden) Its known for…When I grew up it was easy to get rehearsal spaces, and when I was a teenager I played classical guitar in a place where young people were able to play on big stages with a professional P.A.  Then when my friends started releasing albums; it was really easy to get grants from the state to produce an album or release an album or go on tour.  But, ya, I think it’s a good country for the arts, but apparently lately its been getting worse.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Lets get back to the Junip album real quick.  What do you think is the central sentiment or emotion that the album (<em>Fields</em>) is organized around?  Or what is the general feeling your trying to convey with the record.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> I don’t know, because I feel like there are different themes on the album, and there are different songs.  So if you look at a song like “Always” or “Off Point”…those songs are like sort of accusing songs or ????.  Then you have a song like “Its Alright” that’s open and positive.  So, yeah I don’t feel like there is one common theme on the whole album.  And the song “Without You” is kind of a relationship song…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Did you set out to weave the record together as one piece, or do you feel like its made up of disparate songs?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> I feel like what holds it together is the sound.  The songs are very different from each other… I feel like the sound is similar, and people who write about our album seem to think the songs sound similar and that the record is cohesive.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> How does your reception, doing a live show in Sweden, differ from your reception in the United States.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Well, it seems like its different from show to show actually.  The shows in the States have been pretty good, we toured in June before the album was out and had pretty good crowds and were able to connect with the audience.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You should be a national hero in Sweden, there should be a statue of you.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> (Laughs) Ya, I’m telling the politicians that here in my hometown.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I don’t know if I’m making a leap or inferring too much again; but is music a tool you use to search for answers?  Is there any instance when after writing a particular song you’ve discovered you’ve learned something about yourself in the process.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ummm, I think its more about having music being…Ya know I think it can be liberating in a way, meditative…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is it cathartic?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Ya, exactly, like your doing something creative and you feel really good while your doing it, or after.  So it’s not so much about finding out who I am, but about feeling very excited when you come up with a riff or a line that you like.  It’s more like therapy than a way to know yourself.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You seem like a very grounded, balanced person; are you happy?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Yes, I mean I have my ups and downs like anyone else; but especially now, I am very, what do you call it?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Content?</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Yes, with both Junip and my solo-stuff and my relationship with Yukimi (Nagano), so life in general feels pretty good for me now, and balanced.  But I mean I’ve had my ups and downs; I’ve had periods of time when I’ve been really down and super unbalanced.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And I’m sure you’ve turned that into beautiful music.</p><p><strong>JG:</strong> Yes, but afterwards.</p><div
id="bio"><em><strong>Jose Gonzalez</strong> is a musician and songwriter living in Gothenburg, Sweden.  Gonzalez has released two critically acclaimed solo albums, <strong>Veneer</strong> and <strong>In Our Nature</strong>, and performed on <strong>Conan O’Brien</strong> and <strong>Jimmy Kimmel Live</strong>.   He also plays guitar and sings in the trio Junip, whose first full-length album, <strong>Fields</strong>, was released last year.</em></div> ]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://foggedclarity.com/2011/04/jose-gonzalez/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> <enclosure
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Jose Gonzalez calls in from Sweden to discuss humanism, happiness, and his band Junip&#039;s latest album, Fields.
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class="pullquoteRight">Randy, I am the liquor.</div><p><strong>Ben Evans:</strong> What are you working on now?  Where are ya?</p><p><strong>John Dunsworth:</strong> We’re in Peterborough, Ontario and were doing a show here tonight.  Were going to zip over to Lindsay and do a show at the university.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is this an offshoot of <em>Trailer Park Boys</em>, or is this something different?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> This is Randy and Lahey doing a live show.  We’ve been traveling around Canada for about five or six years now.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> So, talk to me about the live show, what’s it like, what does it entail.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, ordinarily its two 45-minute sets and it can go well over that depending on what time we start and how voracious the audience is, but essentially its physical comedy; we have a lot of props, we play songs, and involve the audience as much as possible.  We’ve discovered that audience participation is golden.  When you get people from the audience up on stage, for some reason it makes the show better in the eyes of the audience, I don’t know if its because they feel represented or if you need to embarrass people to have fun nowadays, I mean that seems to be almost the new ethos in television entertainment, someone has to take it in the face or something.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you find there to be some general thematic and conceptual differences between the American and Canadian comedic approach?</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">It&#8217;s so hard because John Dunsworth wants to be political, he wants people to be taking a look a look at the given circumstances in the world and saying &#8220;why is this happening?&#8221;</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, I’m not that up on it, but if I had to say…and I read an article in the paper today saying that they relaxed the rules in Canada for CRTC, the Canadian Radio Television Commission, they relaxed the rules so that you don’t have to be accurate in your commentary; and one of the comments was made was that the American style radio has turned to hate radio. Now I haven’t heard a lot of American radio, but I know what that means.  But when I put it up against the republican attacks- Sarah Palin-type crosshairs, and I compare that to our own prime minister Stephen Harper, who is really &#8211; I don’t know if its him – but certainly he’s in charge of what goes on in this country and he keeps a very tight rein, and he is going, pushing as much as possible toward the American style. And to me, we are different here…Last week this new arrangement between Obama and Harper about having a unified protective agency around both of our countries…that’s the kind of thing that is going to marry us. But, if I can be specific, the reason that the trailer park is appreciated north and south of the border is because its not derivative, it isn’t Hollywood, it doesn’t copy, it doesn’t have the shoot-em-up, ugly nature of the….it doesn’t have races…you know, go on for fifteen minutes with these stupid car races and high speed crashes and impossible events, nowadays we’re into things that can be presented as truth, and they’re not truth at all, its just fiction.  And <em>Trailer Park Boys</em>… it’s a mock dock, but you look at it and you think “that us, that’s who we are.” We’re losers trying to do little plans and always getting screwed up doing them.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> So, let’s talk about your character, Jim Lahey.  How much of an influence was Hunter S. Thompson in the creation of that character?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Ya know, I know about Hunter S. Thompson, and I think his ashes are probably circling the earth as we speak; but, very little, I know so little about him. When I was a kid I knew about Lenny Bruce, and he was quite influential in terms of the anti-establishment stance that I personally have. The thing about <em>Trailer Park Boys</em> is there’s no politics,  there’s no evil intent.   I would like to think that…  its so hard because John Dunsworth wants to be political, he wants people to be taking a look a look at the given circumstances in the world and saying “why is this happening? This goes against every single grain of common sense; and why do we allow the American military to dictate whats going on in the world?”… That’s what I would like to do; but what I find myself doing as an entertainer is completely ignoring that and talking about bullshit things like over-consumption of alcohol and shit jokes and things, and I find myself feeling like I’m pandering to the masses when I do that.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Ya, I imagine it must be frustrating for someone who is politically informed and who has a platform from which to comment…</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, when I say frustrated… its not that I’m frustrated because I do find vent, ya know, like I just did right now, but its hard for me to hold it back.  For example, we did a show last night here, and I think it was our funniest show we ever did.  I mean, there was some politics there, I was poking fun at the Pope and all kinds of things; but I really was playing as drunk a Lahey as ever there was and really, totally enjoying it; and enjoying it because the audience was cracking up&#8230; I think I love to be; I love to perform.  I mean you said that 1987 was the start of my career. I started way back in the 60’s at the University of Guelph playing Charles Manson and Shylock, and started my a theatre way back when I went to Halifax in 1970.  I’ve done mostly theatre until the 80’s, live theater, and I still do it today when I’m lucky enough to get involved in a good production.  But I’m kind of a will-o-the-wisp, I go where I’m wanted.   People tell me that there’s a movie, and I go and audition for the movie.  Only lately have I decided, have I been able to pick and choose.  I had an offer today to be a spokesperson at a certain function and it didn’t appeal to me, so I made an excuse and said I wasn’t available. But for years…I mean, I ran for politics because I was asked, I did everything. I did writing commercials and directing and teaching at university and work-shopping and producing; anything that came along I would do.  Now I’m 64, (and) there’s a luxury here because I get to choose a little bit.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I didn’t mean to sell you short in the intro there.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> No, no, I’m just pointing out that I’ve been around a long time, and I’m still like a kid and I’m not jaded at all.  I look at the world as a very exciting, wonderful place and I’m just wondering why we have to be hamstrung by so much bullshit, like the drug industry and the fear factor, and the people who are fighting over religion. Have you ever heard of something more ridiculous in your life than people who believe in a great creator wanting to kill someone else who believes in a great creator?  It just sounds ridiculous.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, its incredibly contradictory.  It’s very easy, I’ve found, to become apathetic when you look at all of this, all of what takes place in the world.  But there are great things, and there are funny things, and Jim Lahey is certainly one of them, and we thank you for that.</p><p>As you said your 64, what do you think the advantages are of finding the success you’ve achieved with <em>Trailer Park Boys</em> later in life?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, I give in to any creative urges that I have now, including painting and sculpture, building with granite rock and writing stories. I just finished a book that’s being printed right now in the States and were going to get it in the first week in March.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Is it fiction?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I just put out a CD in December of 16 stories that I wrote and it’s an audio book, I’ll send you one if you like.  You can go to johndunsworth.com and download it; matter of fact if you go there you can checkout some new stuff, see a couple of pilots we just put up over the past two years. Me and Randy did one of them, its called “The Lot,” and (we’re) getting really good reviews and reception on that.    But a lot of the stuff I do now, I’m not doing it to make any money. I’m doing it because I really enjoy doing it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Talk to me about how your relationship with Randy developed.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well Pat and I never, Pat Roach, never knew each other before Trailer Park. He was a friend of Ricky, of JP Trombley and Rob Wells, and they had a pizzeria over in Prince Edward Island, which is a small province in the gulf…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> <em>Anne of Green Gables</em></p><div
class="pullquoteRight">Doesn’t America believe in equality for all?  Or is it just equality for Americans?</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> Exactly.  And they used to, for entertainment, used to make videotapes, and they’d send them to Mike Clattenburg who was their friend in Halifax who was making films and things; and he thought they were hilarious and he said “lets make a movie.”  So when they found success in their first film, which was called <em>One Last Shot</em>, which nobody can see because its never been released, well it was a small release but…when we finished editing it a half an hour before the drama festival, the film festival, he got best director and I got best actor.  So when he decided to do the <em>Trailer Park Boys</em> he thought,  who would be better to run the park then old Jim Lahey the drunk?  So that’s when I got involved and I’m so happy that I did, because it was the best ten years of my life.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Ya, and we touched on this, but you’re a talented actor and I know you’ve worked very hard at your craft. Do you ever feel that as a comedy actor, especially playing someone as funny as Jim Lahey, that the skill and attention you put into the character, I guess the craft of comedy itself, is under-appreciated or overlooked?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well ya know, I don’t have any great insights into it.  As I said, I played Charles Manson, but I didn’t play him as evil; and, and Shylock. I didn’t play them…I played them as human beings.  I think that…same thing with Jim Lahey, I didn’t play him to be funny, I played him to be a guy who was seriously interested in trying to quash the recalcitrant, recidivist reprobates who live in the park.  And, because you know yourself… I’m going to speak as Jim Lahey right now…<em>When you give vent to what it is that you truly believe…sometimes I have to admit that alcohol gets in the way a little bit&#8230;I think that I have a mission in this life and ill be damned if I’m going to let those guys wreck this park, cause I am the park. </em></p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">I just think that if you dumb down a population on purpose, your going to get a dumbed-down population.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> Mr. Lahey, is that you or the liquor talking?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> <em>Randy, I am the liquor.</em></p><p><strong>BE:</strong> (Laughs loudly) The best line, perhaps, ever spoken in contemporary comedy.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> (laughs)</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I don’t know if you understand why that character resonates with so many people; its because we’ve all been that fucked up, that belligerent, and that, I guess, unconcerned.  There’s this disregard, that I’m sure comes with drunkenness with Jim Lahey, that just seems to be… its pathetic, but it’s also freeing…it is truly the most pure form of escapism with Lahey.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, I have to give credit where credits due here because Mike Clattenburg…the most disparaging thing you could call actors nowadays are meat puppets… and if you actually look at the industry and you see what people have to do to be a success in the in industry, whether its (being) beautiful, like Jolie and all those, ya know, the movie stars…  But Mike Clattenburg actually said, “John, give me a six on that for drunkenness and give me a four for anger.”  Ya know, he actually told me what it was he wanted and that’s what I did.   I taught a lot at the university and directed a lot over the years and I never minded giving readings— because, two people cant… there’s no way, I can say like “I love you” in a certain way and you can say the line with the same cadence that I said it, but when people see them (on stage) its meaning is totally different. So somehow there was this lucky coincidence between Mike Clattenburg saying “John do it this way” and me doing it that way; and then he would laugh and then I would know that I hit the right note.  But I just really have to give the credit to the script and to Clattenburg…uh, because I’m an actor and, to the best of my ability, I do what I’m directed to do.  It’s a diarchy, it is. It is two people contributing to the role.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well one looks at you play that role, and I know you’re not much of a drinker, but I’d have to imagine that you’d spent some time in that state to know it and portray it as well as you do.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">Barb&#8217;s got great breasts.</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> I can’t remember anymore than a couple times I got drunk in my life, and I only did it once on purpose when I had 16 draft when I moved away from home and went to Toronto, Ontario, and I got arrested that night for jumping on a policeman’s motorcycle and going “<em>Vroom Vroom</em>.” But, another time I was on a Russian ship and they were plying me with orange juice laced with vodka, and another time I got drunk inadvertently, but… a half a dozen times in my life.  And I don’t enjoy being drunk because…I love playing drunk, and I tell all my audiences (Lahey voice): “Look boys, its more fun to pretend to be drunk than it is to be drunk ya know why, cause you get to say stuff to people. Ya get to say, “Listen you know that hundred bucks you owe me? Ah fuck I shouldn’t have brought that uh ah cause I’m drinking.”  or you can say, “Ah listen honey, I really, listen, please excuse me, but I think you’re the most beautiful woman I ever saw.”  You can be very, I think ingenuous is the right word here.  It’s fun to pretend to be drunk because you can get away with anything and then you can drive someone home.  But people phone my daughter, my daughter Sarah who plays Sarah on Trailer Park (Boys); every once in a while one her friends will say, “I saw your dad on the street driving his car, Sarah he’s drunk out of his mind you’ve gotta do something.”  But I value my license, I think that might be one…I mean, I don’t like the taste of beer.  It’s an acquired taste and I never acquired it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You’re a liquor guy.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I like a little Blackstrap rum with my Coca-Cola; but I love Coca-Cola.  My favorite drink is a chilled glass with ice and a freshly popped tssssh, Coca-Cola.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Nice are we talking glass bottle or can?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Oh I don’t care.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Really well you have to go with…the bottle is phenomenal.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I can tell the difference between Pepsi and Coke and I can tell the difference between Coke that’s been open for three hours and Coke that’s fresh.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You’re a connoisseur</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Ya, I am.  I started drinking it when I was two years old.  My dad was a psychiatrist and worked in Topeka, Kansas at the Menniger Institute there way, way back when I was a kid. And so we’d drive back and forth to Nova Scotia, which was thousands of miles I guess, long ways, and I’d go into the service station at two years old and say, “Coke, man.”  And I still have all my teeth.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, what do you think the perception most Canadians hold of Americans is?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Pepsi and Coca-Cola</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Commercialism?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Um&#8230;which one’s are the republicans the Pepsis or Cokes; and which ones are in Russia, Pepsi or Coke; and one’s in China, tell me.  I mean, if you start drawing the lines down between Republicans and…, or Catholics or Jews, it just seems to me that there’s just too much combativeness.  Ya know, the United States prides itself on freedom of thought and stuff, but it doesn’t; it isn’t; it doesn’t wanna be.  People are convinced, and I think that that’s the problem that’s wrong. Canadians aren’t convinced of anything, except, in the winter it gets cold, and, if you can you go south.  And the thing about it to me is, when you’re convinced, “My country right or wrong,” then you’re going down a path to perdition.   You have to say right comes first, and than family.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I think there are…though it might not appear so, I think there are many different sects in terms of what people believe and how they’re reacting to the U.S. government and really the ideology that we seem to be purveying to the world.  But, I know that a lot of us get lost in art, and, as I said, some of us have become so apathetic that we get lost in things we can control.  Because when George Bush got elected the second time you really felt helpless, and then with Obama there was this onrush of hope and ambitiousness, and then…we’ve been kind of disappointed.  I can’t speak for all Americans, obviously, but I have… I thought there was some real, for lack of a better word, change coming.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> When the American people will put up with lies, knowing they’re lies, but lies told by guys on their team, whether it’s the Packers or the Steelers, then, then your in trouble.  Because, if you can’t say the truth is more important than the team, than your in trouble.  And that’s the zeitgeist in the states right now for me, is that although they know that its right to do this…I mean how many people are still saying there’s no such thing as climate change? Tell me.  And when there are things happening in the Gulf of Mexico and Louisiana gets inundated with oil, which, probably in three or five years from now, probably… I mean… I don’t know how many people down there made a lot more money saying they lost money; but the thing is that over in places like Somalia or places like that they report; there’s a spill over there every year, every two years. So why is the environment of the U.S. more important than the environment of the world?  Because aren’t we world citizens, isn’t the world important?  Doesn’t America believe in equality for all?  Or is it just equality for Americans?  I mean, its not fair.  I mean, I think that the government…and I’m not trying to pull anything here, I don’t think Canadians are superior for a minute, but I just think that if you dumb down a population on purpose, your going to get a dumbed-down population.  And the education system, unless it embraces the truth as something that’s sanctified, unless we are allowed to tell the truth…people here…I was in a town the other day, its called Swastika, during the second world war the government came in and tore down all the signs and put up a sign calling it Winston, Winston Churchill of course, not Swastika.  Swastika was named after…it’s an Indian name and it means a meeting place.  When these guys go down to the states wearing there Swastika shirts they almost get killed.  Now why does a symbol, why does a word…Why do people get so upset with things that really, in and of themselves, are not threatening at all?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Whereas, they don’t become angered at all by things that truly are?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Exactly, why do we have all of these people being hired to repress our citizenry at the airports, at… ya know there’s stories of people a hundred miles from the border being pulled over with plates on and being run through the mill students at universities down there from Canada who are being thrown in jail for days&#8230;Why is it in Canada right now are we training ten times more people that we need to do security? If I wanted to go on an airplane and bring that plane down, I could. Why do they pretend that they can protect us? They take away my little jeweler&#8217;s screwdriver from my little jeweler&#8217;s screwdriver set from my sunglasses and I can&#8217;t go through. I&#8217;m allowed to take one of them on the plane with me but I can&#8217;t take the set of three. There&#8217;s a tiny little blade about an inch long on it, but when I sit down in first-class and I have breakfast they give me a stainless steel knife with a serrated edge. Now you tell me what the hell is that all about? It doesn&#8217;t make any sense. All of that is based on this kind of let us assuage the population and let them think that we are taking care of business, when we in reality&#8230; the future is the future and there&#8217;s no way you can&#8230; You can&#8217;t defend yourself against a hurricane that hits and inundates New Orleans. You know? You can make political hell out of the aftermath, but the things that are happening in the world are things that you have to, aw, man&#8230;</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">I think there is a paucity of dopamine in North America. I think it&#8217;s drained by the negative aspects of our reportage and of all of our media.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> I don&#8217;t think there&#8217;s the level of political activism. It peaked a little bit when Obama was running for President, but I just don&#8217;t think we&#8217;re a very politically engaged country.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Who isn&#8217;t?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> America.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Are you kidding?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> No. In terms of being heard and standing up. Well, look. We declared war on Iraq in March of 2003. The true outcry didn&#8217;t begin until, I want to say, January of 2007, when people would actually go protest the war. We&#8217;re very late actors, it seems. So in terms of maybe partisan engagement&#8230;:</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> We’re delayed because who controls your media? That&#8217;s why you&#8217;re delayed. People that were saying there&#8217;s no weapons of mass destruction did not get a platform in the United States media, and they didn&#8217;t get a platform because it wasn&#8217;t <em>au currant</em>. It wasn&#8217;t what&#8230;. Oh, man. There&#8217;s so many things. I mean you hear about the fall flag and you realize that the USS Maine that blew up in Havana harbor&#8230; I mean, who made the money on that? I mean, who started the newspapers down there?  What was that chain of newspapers&#8230; Hearst. I mean it all comes down to money. Who&#8217;s making the money out of the Iraq War? Who? Halliburton and Dick Cheney, and don&#8217;t I hear that. Oh, man. When you say that the American people are not politically engaged, you&#8217;re absolutely right, but they&#8217;re convicted. They have conviction. “My party is right and nothing you can say or do is going to change my mind.” Period.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> And there is opposition. Not all Americans are like that.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Oh, I know. Are you kidding? I know. I absolutely know.</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">We have a Prime Minister that stole money from us who&#8217;s walking the streets! And they say there&#8217;s no double standard in the world of politics and free democracy. It&#8217;s a sham.</div><p><strong>BE:</strong> It&#8217;s incredibly frustrating. Isn&#8217;t it interesting, the dynamic that&#8217;s there? Whereas most Americans couldn&#8217;t tell you who the Prime Minister of Canada is, and yet here you are, with insight on every significant historical event that&#8217;s taken place here? Educated insight. I just think it&#8217;s interesting.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Well, I love the American people, and I love the Canadian people, but I hate the politics of both countries because&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you feel that Canada and the Canadian government is kowtowing to the Americans?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> I hate politics. If you&#8230; In Canada, right now, there are attack ads by the conservatives against the liberals, IE the Republicans against the Democrats. And the conservatives win every time, because they scare people.  They say, “We&#8217;re going to get rid of crime in the streets!” And who doesn&#8217;t want that? But they lie about the crime in the streets. In Canadian politics now, the lies that are being told and perpetrated&#8230; We have a Prime Minister that stole two-million dollars from the Canadian people. Karlheinz Schreiber, of Germany, talked the Canadian government into buying the Airbuses. Right now, I&#8217;m going to deviate for a sec, the F-35 or whatever that new plane is that cost eighteen billion dollars, and don&#8217;t forget there&#8217;s going to be a hundred percent cost overrun. It&#8217;s going to be over thirty billion. We have a Prime Minister that stole money from us who&#8217;s walking the streets! And they say there&#8217;s no double standard in the world of politics and free democracy. It&#8217;s a sham. Don&#8217;t get me wrong. Winston Churchill said democracy is awful but it&#8217;s the best possible form of government, and I agree. But true democracy is when people have a government that represents what the will of the people is. I mean that stolen election down there in Florida or New Jersey or wherever it was&#8230; It&#8217;s sick! And yet American people, when they look abroad and see people stealing elections in Haiti or wherever, they stand up and say, “This can&#8217;t be!” but why can&#8217;t they do it in their own country? Because they&#8217;re afraid. Because there are so many people who will bat them down.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> All your points are well-taken.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> It&#8217;s the same thing in this country. The only difference in this country is that you might get a brick through your window, but no one&#8217;s going to shoot you. And when they do have something, like we had in Nova Scotia last year – a couple young guys put a cross in somebody&#8217;s lawn and burned the cross – now the person that they put the cross in the lawn of was black, and with a white wife, and so people immediately said it was a hate crime. These guys are going to jail. They&#8217;re talking about it in the papers, making a big case of it. But instead of talking about the true racism that exists, they take this little incidence, which isn&#8217;t racist at all, and they pretend that that&#8217;s what the essence of it is.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, back to Jim Lahey.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">What we can do is we can ignore the last twenty minutes, and we can move on.</div><p><strong>JL:</strong> What we can do is we can ignore the last twenty minutes, and we can move on, and we can talk about art, because I think that that&#8217;s where it&#8217;s at. All of these people in the States right now and in Canada who are out of work, who have nothing to do, who spend their time watching TV and wanting to have the latest gadget, and not being able to afford it, and who are all sucked in by twenty-three percent interest rates on their Master Cards instead of being told and warned and educated&#8230; I mean the government of Canada, right now the provincial governments are killing people in this country by getting them to buy lottery tickets and to play the electronic gaming machines – we call them VLTs – there&#8217;s thousands of people in Canada who kill because of their addiction to these machines, the government knows the machines are addictive, but the governments themselves are addicted to the money and the revenue that they get, and that is the problem in a nutshell. The government&#8230; In democracy the government is supposed to stand up for the rights of people, and protect them against hawks, and that&#8217;s what&#8217;s wrong in North America today: the hawks have taken over, and Eisenhower was right when he called it the industrial-military complex. So let&#8217;s move on from this into something wonderful, like art!</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, I think in a way what we have been talking about relates very closely to art, because art is a response to political and social turmoil, but also because the funds are being suffocated and choked off because of a lot of poor political decisions. I know the state of Michigan, where I live, our arts budget went from 19.6 million in 2005 to 2.4 million.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> But here&#8217;s the thing: populations under attack are much more fecund. If you take a tribe and you start to oppress it, there will be way bigger birthrates, and it&#8217;s the same thing in art. I actually read it in <em>The New Yorker</em> last month, and it compared the amount of money that is given by different governments, and it turns out that countries that have less money have more artists. And I could be misquoting this, but what I&#8217;m simply suggesting is that in this time, when so many people are out of work, and in desperate situations, they can improve their lives by being creative. Because this thing that is called dopamine that makes us feel good about ourselves, I think there is a paucity of dopamine in North America. I think it&#8217;s drained by the negative aspects of our reportage and of all of our media. Even when you look at reality television, it isn&#8217;t real at all. It&#8217;s pretending. Like when we present our guys from Trailer Park Boys as losers, and depicting that as the reality, it feels good because it&#8217;s true! These other things about these big busted or blond beautiful or Angelina Jolies or Sean Penns or the successful people, when we hold up Two&#8217;s Company or&#8230; I don&#8217;t even watch television, I don&#8217;t know, but there are so many people living vicariously through these dreams that are not true. Like I talked to a guy last night. He wants to be a porn star. I said, “Do you know what the chances of you being one and what the rewards are of actually being one? Buddy, look at the given circumstances in the world.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Was he in school?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> What?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Was he a college student?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Yeah.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I bet his parents are going to be happy with his career choice.</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">The book I told you we&#8217;re working on, it&#8217;s called <em>Dick-shit-nary</em>. It&#8217;s a hundred and twenty-four pages hard cover with gold emboss, and it&#8217;s illustrated.</div><p><strong>JL:</strong> Well, he&#8217;s not going to get to be one. He&#8217;s probably under-endowed. The thing that I&#8217;m getting at is that if we are taught in school that creativity and following your bliss, if you like, that&#8217;s not one of my words, but if you know what you can do to help other people and to make yourself feel good, then that&#8217;s the way you should go. If that&#8217;s what we&#8217;re taught, instead of “You&#8217;ve got to make lots of money” and “You&#8217;ve got to be like these people who you watch on TV”, that&#8217;s why Trailer Park  works: because it doesn&#8217;t say that. It doesn&#8217;t make you unhappy with your life. It makes you happy with your life, because you say, “Hey! I&#8217;m not that bad.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What do you think art&#8217;s primary function is?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Oh I couldn&#8217;t tell you. I just know that I push myself in every direction that I can, that I feel comfortable, from sculpting to painting seascapes. I do it. Last week I engaged in all of it. Writing and painting and sculpting&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you find that when you spread your talents out, and I guess your intentions out, that the quality of your work suffers?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Well, what they say about multitasking, and you read the studies on it, and you can&#8217;t do anything when you&#8217;re multitasking, you lose thirty percent efficiency – I disagree. I think when you can go from one thing to another thing, to another thing, you&#8217;re carrying with you as you move through that a kind of inertia, a kind of confidence, an ability, and the ability to express yourself&#8230; Some people don&#8217;t have it verbally. Some people have it in their hands. I find that if you don&#8217;t express yourself that just taking that first step sometimes is impossible to do because you have no dexterity at all. You don&#8217;t have the ability, but if you do it, if you say, “What I want to do is I want to create in me a feeling of feeling at home in my community, or in my environment, and I would like to&#8230;” Shakespeare said it best. You hold the mirror up to nature. That&#8217;s what art is. Of course, life mirrors art. It&#8217;s what&#8217;s happening now.  And that was Oscar Wilde who said that a hundred years ago. And he was right, and now days, they say, “Big Brother is Watching You”, well that might be true but worse than that is that we are watching Big Brother.  All of our values are being inculcated by the silly&#8230; I mean you watch television now days and you get programmed.  There&#8217;s not any question that that is true.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I couldn&#8217;t argue with that.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> But television done well is art. I&#8217;m in a series now called <em>Haven</em>, and I think the guys that put it together decided they were going to put together a hit show. That&#8217;s what they did. Now, some people decide that they&#8217;re going to write what&#8217;s in their heart, and they&#8217;re going to follow something that they sincerely believe in, and that&#8217;s what happened with <em>Trailer Park Boys</em>. How it became a hit I have no idea, because it was Michael Clattenburg following his heart.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, that happens, and I think that that&#8217;s when the best work occurs – when someone follows their heart. Well, at least the best results, and it&#8217;s adopted by a larger audience. So where did your legendary shit analogies originate?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> The book I told you we&#8217;re working on, it&#8217;s called <em>Dick-shit-nary</em>. It&#8217;s a hundred and twenty-four pages hard cover with gold emboss, and it&#8217;s illustrated, and we did it. We decided to spend one month on the project, kind of as an homage to Lahey. It&#8217;s strange because although I&#8217;d like to re-brand Lahey to Dunsworth so that I can continue to work as an actor, former lecturer, teacher, whatever, because everyone knows Jim Lahey but no one knows John Dunsworth, what we&#8217;ve done is that we&#8217;ve gone all the way, we&#8217;ve pushed the envelope as far as possible. Although the book does not have any grothy shit stuff in it. It is an attempt to be clever with the word that wasn&#8217;t even in dictionaries until ten years ago. For some reason, this thing people can call it ca-ca, or feces, or excrement, or poo-poo, or whatever it is, but the word shit for some reason is not as accepted as&#8230; I can go around staying, “Jesus Christ!” I can go around saying, “Oh, God!” But to me, that&#8217;s way more blasphemous than saying shit, because everybody shits. Does the word&#8230; Like people can say frig instead of fuck but it means exactly the same thing, and if you say excrement instead of shit, why is it more polite? And the reason it&#8217;s all right is because of <em>O Tempora O Mores</em>. For some reason, that little word, that little word shit gets so many people so upset. “Listen, honey. I&#8217;d like to watch the show Trailer Park because my friends like it, but I just can&#8217;t get by the language.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Here I am thinking you said, “Oh, I write short stories and I sculpt and you said, &#8216;I have a book&#8217;” and I&#8217;m thinking it&#8217;s this novella, this work of literary fiction, and here it&#8217;s called the <em>Dick-tionary. </em></p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">if you don’t have an imagination, and you need one, you point at random and the dictionary will give you lots of food for thought.</div><p><strong>JL:</strong> Dick-shit-nary. If you look up dictism, it will say, “A word coined by John Dunsworth to describe his philosophy or religion of dictism,” and I totally believe it. I mean, with tongue in cheek. But if you take any dictionary, and you ask a question and point at random, nine times out of ten it gives you some really insightful, specific word, and I discovered this way, way back in university. I started. I looked up the word theater, and I noticed that the word before theater was the, the most specific word in the English language, and then one day I just looked it up in a different dictionary to see where the word theater was, how they described it, but it was the theater of politics, the theater of education, or the theater of the absurd, and I discovered that there&#8217;s a word between the and theater, and that&#8217;s theanthros,or theanthroplogoy. It&#8217;s the combined study of god and man. And that really got me interested, because I decided that if I ever have to play a character, he needs to have a spiritual as well as a physical being. So when I&#8217;m playing a character, I like to ask the question, “What does my character believe in?” And when I do that, I have to ask myself, what do I believe in? But how many people actually&#8230; one guy today I was talking to&#8230; I went to an antique store and I found this beautiful white tiger, ivory tiger, and I was showing this guy and I asked him if he was happy. I said, “Are you happy?” and he said, “Well jeez, I don&#8217;t know.” I said, “Oh. If you could have anything in your life right now, what would you want?” He said, “Ah. You mean physical or emotional?” And I said, “You pick.” And he said, “My head hurts.” I said, “No, it doesn&#8217;t hurt. It loves it. You&#8217;re just misinterpreting it. Think about it for a second,” and he thought about it, and he said, “Can I want something for someone else?” And I said, “Now you&#8217;re talking, buddy.”  Because what are your values? Like, nowadays we talk about what&#8217;s selfish. What is it we want? What is it we desire? What is it we have? And a lot of times it comes down to the exclusion of everybody else, and when that happens the world becomes a frightful place where everybody&#8217;s just moving ahead, trying to accomplish their own goals, and if you extrapolate that, what it comes down to is that we have a society that needs growth. It needs growth for progress, and that is the wrong paradigm. We need to make sure no one in the world is starving. That&#8217;s what we need to do. But it doesn&#8217;t become a principle in this free world, because we are the ones with it, and everything that we are doing here is to preserve our way of life, to go back to the old days if we can, put let us not let those other heathens, those other people who want what we have, we can&#8217;t let them have that. Anyway, I get political here. But what I wanted to simply say was about creativity, that this dictionary, if you don&#8217;t have an imagination, and you need one, you point at random and the dictionary will give you lots of food for thought.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you think people would be surprised to know, after watching you play Jim Lahey, that you seem to posses a real, intellectual curiosity. You think people would make that connection, or people do make that connection?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> I like playing Scrabble. I like playing bridge. I like chess.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I love chess, too.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> And I don&#8217;t know if that&#8217;s intellectual curiosity or not, because it is a pastime&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, no, you&#8217;re engaged. Just listening to you speak, you&#8217;re clearly someone who&#8217;s thoughtful and engaged.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> But I&#8217;m only half-there. I mean, it&#8217;s a constant, constant thing. Even today I heard on the radio someone talking about the contemporary state of the art in philosophy, which is the same as it has been since Alan Watts suggested it in the fifties, is that you have to be in the moment, which is a zen thing. But the truth of the matter is you have to know where you are. You have to know what&#8217;s going on in the world at this moment, and if you&#8217;re not then you&#8217;re living in a dream-state and so you&#8217;re not connected and to me people can live that whole way through their life in sort of a dream-state and they can live and die and they haven&#8217;t missed anything, I suppose. But that&#8217;s not what I want to do. I want to feel like I&#8217;m in charge of my destiny. I want to feel like I&#8217;m the star of my own movie, that I get to choose where I go and who I hang with, what I read, and what I eat. And when I drive somewhere I want to drive down a different route. If I&#8217;m going downtown I like to take different streets every time just because, to me, the most important thing to my life is variety. I think that is the spice of life. I have not excelled in any particular&#8230; I mean I think I&#8217;m a better stage actor than anything, and I think that I&#8217;m a really good voice for radio, I like doing very strange voices and I really appreciate playing different characters, that is from England or Russia. I didn&#8217;t do a Russian one there, but all you do for Russians is you go down deep into your chest, and you say “I&#8217;m drinking a lot of vodka until they doubled price last year. The Russian government changed the rules on what could consumption because sixty-four percent of Russian men are alcoholics. That&#8217;s why the Russian women are all going to the poor Chinese guy.” There&#8217;s four-hundred million extra Chinese guys now than women. Where do you think they&#8217;re getting their ladies from? These big strapping blondes from Russia coming down there boys! Ha ha ha.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> How&#8217;s Barb?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Barb&#8217;s got great breasts. I want you to know, but she run off, she&#8217;s run off with that caveman. Now see talk about creativity here. You know Sam Lasko from the show? They gay man? His real name is Sam Tarasco. Well, a couple weeks ago, Sam phoned me and he said, “I need you to do me a favor.” I  said, “What&#8217;s that?” He knew I was making little documentaries, like I have a young videographer that hangs around with me. He&#8217;s making a doc on me so I put him to work and we&#8217;ve made a whole bunch of little docs on some interesting people, like three-stringed guitars with electrical hook ups. So I bought one and I&#8217;m teaching myself how to play it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Are you funded at all by the Canadian government?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> No.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Could you apply for funding?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> I have advice to anybody who wants to apply to funding for anything: don&#8217;t.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Why&#8217;s that?</p><div
class="pullquoteRight"> If you&#8217;re in a morass or living in a dead end community and nobody has any dreams, move.</div><p><strong>JL:</strong> Because it&#8217;s a waste of your time and talent. The people that you apply to are all getting paid to make you rework your stuff, and then they&#8217;ll move on and the program will be discontinued. Do you know how many thousands of people do prep only? They get money to develop a script and then the script never ever ever makes it past&#8230; maybe they might get a pilot made. But there&#8217;s ten thousand, a hundred thousand in Hollywood, a hundred thousand scripts a year, ten thousand get played with, one thousand get done, and one hundred are good. But regardless, if you want to, you could buy a video camera for two-hundred dollars, and you could put something on that video camera, and you can download it and put it on the internet, and you can share it with the world, and that to me is the new way to express. This other thing about having millions and millions of dollars to put a program on prime time television, for people to actually&#8230; if that&#8217;s what they really want to do, that&#8217;s why they do when they&#8217;re going out and asking for funds to do stuff. I mean it&#8217;s so much easier to get a group of people – I think the most important thing is the people you&#8217;re working with – that they&#8217;re progressive and they share your ideas and they share your enthusiasm, and nowadays if you are hanging with a group of shit apples or shit weasels or shit monkeys or shit birds – birds of a shit feather flock together – if you&#8217;re in a morass or living in a dead end community and nobody has any dreams, move. To be able to express yourself in your own art, in your own way, is way better than going to somebody with a proposal and saying, “Hey! Check this out. Can you give me some money for this?” I learned when I went to the Canada council back in 1972, when I had a theater in Halifax called Pier One, and I applied for some grants, and, man, it was so disappointing when they turned me down and all the work we did toward it, and then again I applied. I had a publishing company, and it was called Solid Image, and these guys got in touch with me out of the blue from the government and said, “Hey! We&#8217;ve got funds. You should go to the stationery and variety show in Toronto and show your wares. If you fix them up like this and you do this and you make some business cards and you do this&#8230;” We only had about ten grand in the bank, but we weren&#8217;t drawing anything. We were putting all our profits there. I was traveling around the province when I was directing and acting, and we had a whole product line. We went to Toronto to a trade and variety show, where nobody came except for the exhibitors, we came home, gave them our bill, they didn&#8217;t pay it, they said their criteria had changed, it cost us all our profits, and we swallowed up in our own self-pity and closed down. And that has happened so often. I went to CBC with a great idea for a script about Wilhelm Reich, who was one of your American FDA victories when they shot him down because he said he had a cure for cancer, and I wrote this great little script, and they reported after I did three rewrites that it was still too turgid, so I put it away and about six months later didn&#8217;t I hear a program on Wilhelm Reich.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Really?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> I get so disappointed when I hear people saying that they&#8217;re going to do this and all they need is the funding to do it. Just do it. I mean if you think you&#8217;re a great director go to grade three, and get the third grade kids together, and write a little play with them, and put it on for their parents, and charge ten bucks and move on. And if you&#8217;re good at it, if you do what you love to do and what you want to do and you just do it for that reason, like when people come to me and say, “Do you want to help me do this?” and I say, “What is it you want me to do?” and they say, “I&#8217;m auditioning for a part in a movie,”  and I say, “Great. Why are you auditioning? Why do you want the part?” And they say. “I want to be a movie star,” I say, “I don&#8217;t want to work with you.” If you want to do this audition to do the best work that you can, and get better at doing auditions, and act, then I&#8217;ll work with you. But I don&#8217;t want to&#8230; People come to me all the time and say, “I want to go to LA.” Well, go. How many people there, how many broken dreams&#8230; stay in your own community. That&#8217;s what I learned with <em>Trailer Park Boys</em>, that in Nova Scotia, in this little backward place on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, there&#8217;s so much art and creativity going on there by people who not only are from there, but have come from all around, at the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, and there&#8217;s a feeling, kind of a renaissance feeling of freedom that you can express yourself there, and I just love being a part of it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Well, hey, John it was an absolute pleasure talking to you.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">I have a really good eye for physical comedy when I’m directing people, but when I’m doing it myself, it’s kind of mechanical and I don’t see it as funny.</div><p><strong>JL:</strong> We haven&#8217;t finished. We haven&#8217;t even scratched the surface. I wanted to make a point.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Go ahead.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> It&#8217;s this: you can, I can, I have, I have spent a lot of my capital, my energy on lots of things that – they&#8217;re disparate in nature. But every time I&#8217;ve attempted one of them, I learn skills in that area, and every single time that I&#8217;ve discovered that I&#8217;m not good at something, that&#8217;s a revelation too, and the ability to know that the world is a place of amazing potential and possibility, but that we have to sometimes chose what it is we don&#8217;t do. That&#8217;s where I started in this conversation. Now I&#8217;m sixty-four years old. I get to be a little more selective in what I do, and what I try not to do is to do it for the money. I try to do it&#8230; I try to do it now because I&#8217;m going to enjoy doing it.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Absolutely. And I think you have. At least, what you say suggests that you have.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> I&#8217;m thinking of putting my seascapes up&#8230;</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You know what I was thinking about as we&#8217;re having this conversation? I think it would be neat to put up all of your art, at least selections, maybe a short story, and a portrait, or a gallery of portraits you&#8217;ve done and just kind of illustrate your diversity as an artist, and I think it will help people relate to what you&#8217;ve been saying.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> You know, when people ask me – I&#8217;m an actor; I like to say I&#8217;m an actor – but more than that I know in a kind of faux-humility, I know that I&#8217;m a student of the theater. I know that, and I know that every role I play is a brand new experience, and I take with it all the doubt that&#8217;s from the very beginning at every audition I do. I have a doubt, and I have found in my career that the plays and the performances that I&#8217;ve had the most doubt over are the ones that are really the most successful, because it propels you and pushes you further than if you&#8217;re confident. The worse thing that can happen to me when I&#8217;m halfway through developing a role in the theater, say after a couple weeks rehearsal, is for someone to say, “You&#8217;re really great,” because it takes the drive away. Only incrementally, but it does. And this book, if anyone wants to back, this Alan Watts book from 1958 I think, <em>The Wisdom of Insecurity</em>, I call it the wisdom of doubt, is way better than conviction. Like for you to be convinced of something that is black and white, is really unhealthy, I think.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Oh, I agree. There is no true objectivity, and you have to always be willing to reformulate your web of beliefs if new information should enter, and there&#8217;s a real unwillingness to do that.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> And the sad thing is if I was in a room right now with George Bush, after an hour I&#8217;d leave thinking, jeez he was right to go in there. It&#8217;s true. It is sad, but I have fun.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You have a show tonight?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Yeah, I have a show.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What time?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Eight-thirty.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> So do you go out and hang out with the audience when you&#8217;re done?</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Well, the reason we&#8217;re going to have a full house tonight is because, when we did this show here last year, we went out afterward and partied with them, and so they&#8217;re all calling the venue saying, “Are they going to party tonight?”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Better strap on your Lahey shoes.</p><p><strong>JL:</strong> Well the thing is that since I don&#8217;t drink, I can outlast any of them. They&#8217;re only twenty</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What’s your favorite line you’ve ever uttered as officer Jim Lahey if you had to pick one.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> The next one</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> The next one?</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">When I have tears running down my face, or he has to turn away from me because he’s laughing too hard, I know that we’re doing it right.</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> The next line… The reason I’ve loved touring with Pat Roach is because we change every night. Like last night, ten different things happened that never happened before at any of our other shows.  When I have tears running down my face, or he has to turn away from me because he’s laughing too hard, I know that we’re doing it right.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> What do you think the compliment Randy provides is? How would you best characterize it?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> This guy in Britain wrote a book on Laurel and Hardy and he compared us to Laurel and Hardy.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Really</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I don’t know any secrets about comedy. When I have a good script, If it’s an… that’s a different kind of comedy.  I love when Mike says “Trip over the lawnmower” and I just pretend it’s not there and just go for it.  I get used to the lawnmower first and I step on this wheel and I step on that wheel and I step on the top of it and I see what happens if I push down on that handle and then I just go for it and whatever happens.  Or I’ll catch my bathrobe on the door, you know. I’ll put it on there, hook it on and pull away a little bit at it and see it go, but when I’m directing people for comedy, I have a really good eye for physical comedy when I’m directing people, but when I’m doing it myself, it’s kind of mechanical and I don’t see it as funny.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I just see it as kind of interesting because that’s what it comes down to.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> When you’re giving the speech and the lectern is moving and you’re pushing it along. (laughs)</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> I did that the other night too. We were in a beautiful theater up in Kirkland Lake, which is… I drove for seven hours straight to get there through the snow and it was wonderful. A stage, a theater, I started doing Shakespeare because I loved that theater.  But, the acoustics were incredible; you could turn your back to the audience and 50 seats away, they could hear you whisper.  That’s how good the acoustics were.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Wow</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> And when you’re in a theater like that, you can control the audience because you go “shhhh” and there won’t be a sound and you can say “Randy, can you feel how the shit clings to the air bud?”  People love it when I go shit barometer.  I don’t know why but I think it’s because in a way we’re all bad little boys and we like to talk about poop and stuff.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> It’s injecting the creativity and the spontaneity and using it with a very otherwise dull word.</p><div
class="pullquoteRight">Like the shit abyss, when you think about it, everybody who hears that term will have a slightly different idea of what the shit abyss actually is.</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> Yeah.  Like the shit abyss, when you think about it, everybody who hears that term will have a slightly different idea of what the shit abyss actually is.  There are some people who are truly anal, you know, they’ll know exactly what it is to them.  The way I envisioned the shit abyss and the way I say it, you know… or if I talk about a shit spark, and say “Ricky grew up as a shit spark he started as a shit spark and fanned by the flames of his monumental ignorance, he grew into a raging shit firestorm Randers.”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> (Laughs)</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> You know, what makes that funny?  I have no idea. Or, shit moths.  Like, to me, shit pupas or talking about the metashitmorphosis. (Lahey voice): “I’m telling you buddy, when I get control of this park, I think it’s gonna be the shit spark that is gonna change the world because, just by example, one utopian trailer park. It will ride like a wave of righteousness in the world. And Randy, ya know bud, I’m thinking of running for prime minister of Canada.  Who knows? Like, I could say I was born in Hawaii and then I could be president of the United States of America.  Kenya just imagine that?”</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Do you guys ever perform in Windsor?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Kenya.  Was that the country?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, it was Kenya</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> There you go, I am funny and I didn’t even know it.  Yeah I do, I’ll tell you one thing… What was your question?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I’m wondering if you guys ever perform in Windsor, near Detroit.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Yes, several times.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Really, do you have anything coming up there?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> No, but there’s a good chance we’re doing four venues in the states this fall, me and Randy.  And then there’s a chance that we’re doing a Christmas show with the boys. But I can’t tour after the end of March because I’m in two different television series in Nova Scotia this summer. <em>Haven</em>…</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Yeah, what is <em>Haven</em>?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> <em>Haven</em> is a sci-fi Steven King thing. We’ve done 13 episodes and we’ve got a really great fan base already. The guys that are putting it together are out of LA and they really know what they’re doing.  It is so much fun, I mean, I drove three minutes to get to the set from my house.  They’re shooting on the south shore of Nova Scotia and they picked the most beautiful place to shoot.  The whole team is really very excellent, I mean, the director of photography, to the directors that they get in, to the producers, the whole thing is just top notch and what a joy.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Are you familiar with Tim and Eric? Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim down in the states?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> No</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> I think you would be perfect… They do this comedy like you’ve never seen.  It’s absolutely hilarious.  And we just talked to another songwriter who works a lot with them and I think it would be something interesting to hook you guys up.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, you know, I love working.  I’ll go to the ends of the Earth to do a play.  I’ve been so lucky in my life that I’ve had so many fantastic experiences in film. You know, I got to be in a film this year with Michelle Williams?</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Oh, <em>Blue Valentine</em>?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> No, amazingly, I don’t think it’s out yet, it’s a film… the title just escapes me. It’s one of Leonard Cohen’s song titles.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> &#8220;Chelsea Hotel?&#8221;</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> No, keep going.  Good for you. I love Leonard Cohen</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> As do I.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> See though, that guys a flaming narcissistic, oversexed, piece of poop. But I saw him in 1967, in the very beginning, at a university,  him and Joni Mitchell.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> Oh wow.  I just got <em>Blue</em> on vinyl today.</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> The guy’s an inspiration, He was a poet… But, I can’t remember what my point is.</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> You went and saw Leonard and Joni.  I mean, look who Canada’s churned out.  It’s phenomenal.  Neil Young, Joni Mitchell, Do Make Say Think, Broken Social Scene, so many, you know?  Mmm… I’m throwing in a plug of tobacco.  So, did you used to gamble?  That’s what I saw on Wikipedia.</p><div
class="pullquoteLeft">my brother-in-law stole a half a million dollars from my wife’s family and gambled it.</div><p><strong>JD:</strong> Well, my brother-in-law stole a half a million dollars from my wife’s family and gambled it.  And I started doing a little bit of poking around and I found out that 80% of the billions of dollars that the government are taking is from people that are stealing money from their families.  And I thought that maybe I should, since I played the machines myself and have probably lost over 50 grand over the years.  I think I did that for the dopamine, I’m sure.  But, I never spent anything more than what I had in my pocket.  I didn’t use credit cards or spend rent money or anything like that but I decided to set myself up as a little bit of a poster boy if I could.   And I did.  I’ve done several documentaries.  One of them was on CBC last year, and it was very effective.  I deal with quite a few people who call me every once in awhile and talk about their problem and give them a little bit of help here and there.  I’m a very poor gamble but I love cards. I like bridge… I love bridge.  I play duplicate competitively and I find the most incredible thing about when you’re playing bridge is that all the other things in the world go away because it takes all of your concentration to do it. And the difference between that and gambling, it’s a tiny difference, but somehow it pulls you out of everything and puts you in this state.  So that if I had two hundred dollars in my pocket, the whole thing can go in the machine.  I’ve done purposeful studies going in with a hundred dollars in my pocket and said, “I’m only going to spend twenty,” and walked out spending the whole hundred.  I’ve never been able to not do that.  The only time I’m able to do it is when I have a camera crew with me</p><p><strong>BE:</strong> When you able to stop?</p><p><strong>JD:</strong> Yeah, I’ll say, “We’re going to go in and I’m going to put twenty bucks into the machine and we’re going to time how long it takes.”  The last time we did it, about three weeks ago, I put a twenty-dollar bill in and it lasted two and a half minutes.  And that was just a $2.25 bet. I could go on for days about the government being culpable.  In the same way that residential schools and the priests abusing people and how that has come to be criminalized and recognized.  The same thing is going to happen, I think, with gambling.  It’s going to 
