Showing posts with label Ryan Black. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan Black. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 April 2022

Ryan Black : part five

How does your work first enter the world? Do you have a social group or writers group that you work ideas and poems with?

I don’t have a writers group, but I am lucky enough to work with a handful of truly brilliant scholars who I can flesh out ideas with. Once I realize what a poem is asking for, I know immediately which colleague to go to for a reading list.

Wednesday, 13 April 2022

Ryan Black : part four

How do you know when a poem is finished?

I don’t think I ever know when a poem is finished. Or if it’s finished, at all. I do recognize that I’ve taken a poem as far as a I can when it’s no longer demanding my attention, when it settles down a bit, feels content in itself, warts and all.

Wednesday, 6 April 2022

Ryan Black : part three

How important is music to your poetry?

I remember reading Richard Hugo as an undergrad, who claims, “truth must conform to music,” and I was so utterly convinced by his argument I haven’t thought otherwise. Recently, I’ve become more and more drawn to spareness in poetry. A quieter, subtler music. More Chopin than Liszt.

Wednesday, 30 March 2022

Ryan Black : part two

What other poetry books have you been reading lately?

I’ve been re-reading Sandra Lim’s The Curious Thing, alongside George Meredith’s Modern Love, for a new manuscript I’m working on. And Vanessa Angélica Villareal, as well. And Anne Carson. And Thomas Hardy. And Donika Kelly. And George Herbert. My desk is a little crowded right now.

Wednesday, 23 March 2022

Ryan Black : part one

Ryan Black is the author of The Tenant of Fire (University of Pittsburgh Press), winner of the 2018 Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize, and Death of a Nativist, selected by Linda Gregerson for a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship. He has published previously or has work forthcoming in Best American Poetry, Ploughshares, The Southern Review, Virginia Quarterly, The Yale Review, and elsewhere. He is an Assistant Professor of English at Queens College of the City University of New York. 

What do you feel poetry can accomplish that other forms can’t?

Is poetry uniquely capable of accomplishing more than other forms? I think it’s uniquely comfortable remaining in a place of unknowing. Or maybe it’s unique in that it’s sense of accomplishment or completion is different from other forms, but we’d have to ask a painter or an architect or an athlete about that.