Here is “The Absinthe Drinker“. Click on the title to visit the page.
#poetry #WeaveMagazine #napomo2014 Recently Laura E. Davis, editor of Weave literary journal and blogger at Dear Outer Space, asked me five questions as part of a mini-interview about my writing process and my new book, Velvet Rodeo. The piece is now live at her site: http://dearouterspace.blogspot.com/2014/04/interview-McQuain.html #sasfest
Looking for something to read on Throwback Thursday? How about some Twitter poems from NPR? They published one of mine a while back. Check out the sound files at http://www.npr.org/2012/04/02/148546091/muses-and-metaphor-2012?sc=tw&cc=share.
Hello, writer friends! The podcast of Edward Hirsch’s talk at the Free Library of Philadelphia is below at the link. I was happy to introduce him when he visited the Library recently, and I am likewise excited to introduce Pulitzer Prize-winning author Michael Cunningham on May 22nd. The new novel tackles religion, drugs and politics and is called The Snow Queen. The event is free! Maybe you will join me there? Learn more at http://libwww.freelibrary.org/authorevents/index.cfm?ID=42446&type=2
Edward Hirsch on The Poet’s Glossary (podcast)
#siblingrivalrypress #BLOOMLiteraryJournal #poetry #TomofFinland #HarveyMilk
Does anybody know anyone in Finland? Maybe we can do a poetry postcard exchange–Harvey Milk stamped postcards sent to pen pals for postcards with this Tom of Finland stamp on them. Who’s in?
This summer, you can show your support of Gay and Lesbian Civil Rights by sending your bills and birthday cards with a Harvey Milk stamp. And, if you go to Finland, you can make my day by sending me a postcard that will shock my mail carrier. Read more about each stamp at these links:
What other queer pioneers have appeared on stamps? Leave a comment!
[More from our trip to NYC back in March. Composed on the train ride back to Pennsylvania] Sunday John and I played typical New York tourists. We were staying at a new Marriott Courtyard near Times Square. Formerly a newspaper distribution center, the hotel made for easy walking as we spent our day dodging puddles and pedestrians on Broadway. On a whim we went to Madame Tussaud’s on 42nd Street, where we hobnobbed with the likes of James Bond, Dorothy Parker, the Dalai Lama and P. Diddy. (You’ll always remain Puff Daddy to me, Mr. Diddy). Marvel Comics characters had invaded the museum, making Bela Lugosi’s Dracula and Boris Karloff’s Frankenstein seem like nostalgic relics. I barely survived a smash-em-up with the Incredible Hulk. I wore out John making him take pictures of me with all the people I’m certain would by my BFFs if only they were lucky enough to know me. Over drinks, say, with F. Scott Fitzgerald and Dorothy Parker (both of who are there). We can put them on Leo DiCaprio’s tab.
Afterwards, we caught the matinee show of the musical Newsies. I really must commend the performance of recent Carnegie Mellon University grad Corey Cott in the male lead, Jack Kelly. Imagine a slimmed down, younger version of Hugh Jackman. Easy on the eyes, and with a tenor that is also easy on the ears. The musical debuted on Broadway in 2012 at the Nederlander Theatre and is based on the 1992 Disney film that helped launch Christian Bale’s career. It is but a tiny piece of Disney’s growing nine-billion dollar international musical theater portfolio. Alan Menken’s score was no shock, but I was surprised to find the book had been written by brass-throated Broadway vet Harvey Fierstein, an old favorite of mine, perhaps best known for playing Edna Turnblad in the movie-musical version of Hairspray (though to me it will always be his moving Torchsong Trilogy that anchors him to my memory).
The story of Newsies centers on an 1899 strike by newsboys who hawked papers for the media magnates of the era, bigwigs like Hearst and Pulitzer, and their actions helped shine a spotlight on unfair child labor practices, though significant reform would be slow to come. The newsboys have inspired fictional works before, like DC Comics’ Newsboy Legion in Star-Spangled Comics (1942), and they share a kinship with the likes of the Bowery Boys and the Our Gang serials in other media.
On one level, Newsies is the kind of feel-good do-it-by-the-numbers musical that Disney has become known for. On another level, it’s an unintentional ironic critique of today’s shifting media landscape. As I watched each song and dance number about the injustice of child labor practices, it wasn’t lost on me that today’s newspapers are, if not disappearing, evolving into hybrids that morph social media into their folds and redesign the means of distribution. It also wasn’t lost on me that a hundred years after the newsboys’ strike the kind of child labor practices they railed against may no longer occur here, but they have most definitely been outsourced overseas. Somewhere I’ll bet children are sitting in sweatshops so I can type on my iPad or the teenager sitting behind me at the show could talk on her phone during the final act.
Disney films and musicals don’t scratch very deep when it comes to their messages. With its theme of solidarity through brotherhood, Newsies is a pleasure to behold if you don’t mine it too hard. And the performances are top notch, especially the ensemble numbers that showcase the amazing acrobatic skills of its young cast, who tumble and dance and flip around with great zeal.
At times during the show, I wanted to flip something, too: namely the bird at the girl next to me who picked at her blond hair with all the fervor of an OCD spider monkey grooming its fur. At least she didn’t eat any nits. I also wanted to swat the young men in the a row behind me with a rolled up newspaper in hopes it would put an end to the loud conversation they were having in Farsi. Maybe if today’s kids had to sell newspapers for a dime they’d learn the value of the theater tickets their parents bought them. I may have left Madame Tussaud’s behind, but Hulk still wanted to smash.
RAINBOW BOOK FAIR
With the rough winter we’ve had, teaching at my college has been a bit of a bear lately, and I also had to deal with some recent eye surgery. So it was nice to go to NYC for the Rainbow Book Fair with John the last weekend of March.
The Cornelia Street Reading on Friday night was a blast, hosted by Sibling Rivalry Press and the gracious Bryan and Seth who run it out of Arkansas. My fuzzy vision had cleared up well enough for me to read in the cozy basement, there amongst the fifty or so attendees packed in. I heard a lot of new voices, and especially enjoyed sharing a table with poet Charlie Broadus.
On Saturday afternoon, I read at the Rainbow Book Fair and heard even more new voices. The poems by Steve Cordova and Vinton Rafe McCabe were especially provocative–I didn’t know their work before–and it was great to reconnect however briefly with David Bergman and Charles Rice-Gonzalez, whom I’ve known for awhile. I also have a longer list of standouts to investigate in the coming months…. All in all, I enjoyed making new friends and hanging out with old ones.
John and I also got to take a quick detour to the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, where the current installation depicts images of male beauty in popular culture over the last sixty years (http://leslielohman.org/). I quite enjoyed the sixty years of visual time travel from Tom of Finland drawings of the Fifties to contemporary artists working today. Those pioneers were working as illustrators for gay men’s magazines: pencil, watercolor and gouache, were chief among the media they used, and I always learn something new in examining such work in close detail.
Our day was capped with drinks with old friend Jeremiah, followed by dinner and more drinks with Eric, whose sharp wit and literary knowledge seem peerless. Who cares that it rained and rained and rained? Every time you get outside your regular life, you learn new things about yourself. You learn who your friends are and who are the fakers. You get to fall in love again with Indian food, new whisky cocktails, Ukrainian food, and the kind of unruly soul-revealing conversations one can only have over beer and wine. You find pleasure in the smiles of people that you’ve never had the pleasure of laughing with before. That’s what I’ll remember.
So what more could I ask for? How about a late-night ride in a NYC pedi-cab in the rain, weaving in and out of traffic up 8th Avenue. Think the pedaler will keep in the bike lane? Think again. If that wild ride wasn’t an adventure, I don’t know what is.
#poetry #napomo #bostonmarathon Last April 15th I was at a work reception thanking the benefactors who funded a student trip to the AWP Conference in Boston for which I served as the chaperone. At about the same time as the reception, the bombs were going off at the marathon, which I only learned about when I went home and turned on the news. This past weekend, I read a poem about one of the heroes and one of the survivors of that day. The reading was part of Philly Poetry Day and was held at Brickbat Books. Last night on the news, the police announced they had found the makings of another (unrelated) bomb just down the street from the bookstore. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Today, let’s celebrate heroes and hope–not bombs. Here is the poem:
Here is the picture that inspired the poem:
What’s hard to imagine is how some people have since accused the bombing of being fake. Others have accused Carlos Arredondo (the man in the hat, above, and the subject of my poem) a fraud. Such accusations disgust me.
In better news, Jeff Bauman, the man who lost his legs in the photo, is now expecting his first child and he is engaged to be married.
#napomo2014 @phillypoetryday #phillypoeryday #poetdelphia #Apiary
#GlobalPhiladelphia #PhiladelphiaLiterature #poetry #PhillyPoetryDay
Good news for Philadelphia. The Global Philadelphia Association (GPA) is helping to sponsor Philadelphia as a World Heritage City, a UNESCO distinction.
I had the privilege of meeting Zabeth Teelucksingh, the GPA’s executive director, at Community College of Philadelphia last week when she was a guest speaker for International Festival, an annual spring event. I was there to accept an award for a poem for a contest among faculty, and even better was seeing that two of my students had been selected by the contest judges for the essays they wrote about their international journeys to come to this country. Teelucksingh gave the keynote address, and I was delighted to gain insight into the application process GPA is undertaking to make this designation a reality.
Philadelphia already has seen Independence Hall gain designation as a World Heritage Site. The city now wants that designation broadened. The World Heritage City designation is one of six designations overseen by UNESCO.
For a long time, I have told anyone who will listen that I’d like to find collaborators to help make Philadelphia a UNESCO City of World Literature, which is an additional distinction and part of its Creative Cities Network program. Currently, only Iowa City has this feather in its cap. Philadelphia should not only be a World Heritage Site, in my opinion, but it should also be honored for its ongoing contribution to the literary (and other arts) as a Creative City or City of World Literarure. The Global Philadelphia Association is taking the first step in making the former happen, and it just might some day lead to the latter opportunities at some point in the future.
Philadelphia not only holds special significance as the birthplace of America, it’s also a city that has been the stomping grounds for writers as diverse as Ben Franklin, Thomas Paine, Walt Whitman, Edgar Allen Poe –and, more recently– the likes of poets Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams and Edward Hirsch, each of whom studied here, as did novelist John Edgar Wideman. Pearl Buck lived for decades in Bucks County, and Sonja Sanchez, Eleanor Wilner, and Elaine Terranova have all been literary prize-winners who have made the city their permanent home. (And I haven’t even scratched the surface of Philly’s Language Poets.) It’s the way language arts thrive in Philadelphia academically and on the grass roots level that make me happy to live here, and we shouldn’t forget the city’s history as a major publishing hub, either.
Efforts by folks like the people at the Global Philadelphia Association are welcome, and this idea of becoming a World Heritage City is long overdue. I’m confident it will happen, and that it will lead to even greater things to come.
#Apiary #LeonardGontarek #Poetry #Poetdelphia #PhillyPoetryDay
Friend of Poetdelphia, Leonard Gontarek, recently launched a new spotlight column on Philadelphia poets at Apiary. The man deserves kudos for getting the ball up and running for Philly Poetry Day, an amazing success this past April 12 when
Philadelphians Poetdelphians took to the parks, the front porches, the libraries and the bookstores to spread their love of poetry. Check out what Leonard is up to at http://apiarymagazine.com/philly-poetry-picks-leonard-gontarek/
While we are at it, let’s sing the praises of The entire Philly Poetry Day Committee: Charles Carr, Lillian Dunn, Leonard Gontarek, Jacob Winterstein!!!
A big thanks to Leonard, Lillian, Joey, Elizabeth, Nancy H. and everybody else who had a hand in the first #PhillyPoetryDay. Here are some photos! #215Festival @AmPoetryReview @PhillyPoetryDay
From the Brickbat Books Reading… that would not dare be canceled!! The first batchh of photos feature Chris McCreary, Kelly McQuain, Pattie McCarthy and Jenn McCreary.
This photo is from Charlie O’Hay:
Around 3 pm I moseyed over to the Sketch Club where I read with Wendy Fulton Steginsky, Juditha Dowd, and Helen Mirkil, the ladies in these photos. The Sketch Club! What a beautiful spot! The walls had eyes thanks to the small oil portraits on display.
PHILLY POETRY DAY APRIL 12, 2014
1:00 – 2:30 pm: Philly Poetry Day gets off to a fun start with a wienie roast and poetry reading at Port Richmond Books, 3037 Richmond Street, sponsored by the 215 Festival and American Poetry Review. Poet Laureate Frank Sherlock headlines, and I’ll be reading a couple of poems, too. It should be beautiful weather. Hope to see some friends there! Then I’ll be hopping down to Center City to take part in a…
POETRY READING AT PHILADELPHIA SKETCH CLUB
3:00 – 4:30 pm: Philly Poetry Day Gets a Little Sketchy: A Reading at the Philadelphia Sketch Club. On April 12, 2014, join four poets at the Sketch Club in the Exhibition Gallery surrounded by the works of the Small Oils Exhibition. Featuring Juditha Dowd, Kelly McQuain, Helen Mirkil and Wendy Steginsky.
Juditha Dowd is a Pushcart Prize-nominated poet with work appearing in The Florida Review, Poetry Daily, Cider Press Review, Spillway, Ekphrasis and elsewhere. Her full-length collection, Mango in Winter (Grayson Books, 2013), joins three previously-published chapbooks. She is a poetry editor for US1 Worksheets and a member of “Cool Women,” an ensemble performing poetry in the metro area and on the west coast.
Wendy Fulton Steginsky traces her passion for poetry back to her Bermuda roots and childhood days growing up on the water. Her poems have been published in two volumes of Bermuda Anthology of Poetry, And The Questions Are Enough, online at tongues of the ocean, The Wild River Review and featured in a multi-media exhibition, Making Magic: Beauty in Word and Image at the James A. Michener Art Museum in Doylestown, Pennsylvania.
Kelly McQuain grew up in the mountains of West Virginia. He holds graduate degrees from the University of New Orleans and Temple University. His recent book Velvet Rodeo is the winner of the Bloom Chapbook Prize and his poems have appeared recently in The Pinch, Painted Bride Quarterly, Assaracus, Redivider, MEAD, Paper Nautilus, and Kestrel, as well as in such anthologies as Between: New Gay Poetry and Drawn to Marvel: Superhero Poems. He also writes prose, essays, and book reviews. He occasionally designs book covers, illustrates comics, or draws for the sheer pleasure of it.
Helen Mirkil is both a poet and visual artist. Her recent book Sower on the Cliffs, poems and drawings (BookArts Press 2013) merges her two passions. Her poems have appeared in Apiary (online), Art Times, Bucks County Writer, The Griffin, and Ruah. She received a coordinate BFA from University of Pennsylvania and the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, as well as an MFA from the Academy. She was awarded a fellowship from the Academy to live and work in Raglan, Wales. Mirkil’s paintings and drawings are part of the permanent collections of several museums in the area.
For other poetry happenings in Philadelphia see phillypoetryday.com
I had the pleasure of listening to Poet Edward Hirsch talk about his new book, A Poet’s Glossary, last night at the Free Library. I can only imagine how lucky his students are. In an hour-long talk, Hirsch swept us through a global connection between poetry, folklore and cultural epics. I took three pages of notes to help start me on my journey through the 700+ page book. I had the pleasure of introducing Professor Hirsch, who is just as warm and welcoming as he is intelligent. I also got a chance to talk again to David Simpson, the blind writer who is the former poet laureate of Landsdowne. He was there with his twin brother, Dan. By chance, I had sat beside David on the long flight from Philly to Seattle for the AWP Conference earlier this year, and I enjoyed a long conversation with him (I was also impressed with how his assistance dog, a beautiful yellow Lab, was able to curl up contentedly beneath the seat in front of us the entire trip). I also met two area writers I look forward to getting to know more through their work: Autumn McClintock who was published alongside me in an Issue of Redivider this past year, as well as the charming Ru Freeman, a novelist who calls Sri Lanka and the U.S. her home. The Visiting Author series of the Free Library is a cultural gem–a place where you can make new connections, find like-minded souls, and hear an exchange of truly great ideas. I was grateful that people complimented my introduction for Professor Hirsch, and my thanks to Andy at the Library for asking me to take part.
In a few days, the podcast for the event should be here at the Library website.
Okay, I may have discovered it on an online furniture ad, but this song, “Suit” from the Perth pop group BOOM! BAP! POW! may be my new favorite song for spring. It’s a retro-esque number that makes me think of Nancy Sinatra, the B-52s, Oingo Boingo and Sweeney Todd–all rolled into one. Listen to it at the link here. I even went to Apple iTunes Store a couple weeks ago and bought the single, which I never do. If you like catchy guitar licks, check it out.
Now, when in the world will a Perth, Australia, pop group ever make it to Philadelphia???
Here are some screen snaps from the video link!
Okay, time to go put together a new spring playlist!