Madison Smartt Bell's blurb

Kate Wyer’s Black Krim is an elegant study of alienation and reconnection—with a warm human heart beneath the Zen-like detachment of its style.

––Madison Smartt Bell

NaNoWriMo 2014

I was able to pull this off again. I love the challenge of writing 50,000 words in a month. It pushes everything else out of the way. I didn't play the drums at all, and didn't miss them except when I went to my weekly lesson and sucked. Oh well, my teacher is great and understanding.

This year I wrote about a homeless woman who had made one of those fenced in runoff basins you see in suburban developments her home. Her shelter, I guess. It's third person, which is a shift for me. Back in 2011, I wrote 50,000 words about a couple who became pregnant (intentionally) at the same time. I'm going to return to that soon and see what I do to revise it. I haven't read it since I finished it.

The first chapter of Black Krim is up on Cobalt's website

First Chapter of Black Krim

Click to read a PDF version! 

First blurb!

Jen Michalski, author of The Tide King said this of Black Krim:

"Heirloom tomatoes lack the hardiness of grocery store hybrid varieties. They are grown in an archaic, inbred fashion; and yet, for all their isolation, they surprise one with their dramatic shapes, colors, and intense flavors––kind of like the characters in Kate Wyer’s novel Black Krim. As the roots of their stubborn, closed systems slowly entangle, their surprising desires and tenderness bloom fiercely from these small, hard seeds."

Black Krim is available for preorder with a discount and free shipping

Cobalt Review's website

Here is the final cover! Katie Feild designed it. She also designed the inside, which has illustrations. I couldn't be happier with it. The central image is the drawing of a Black Krim tomato flower. Behind that is a manipulated photo I took of my own tomatoes. The bottom, textured white band, is snow with footprints.

Right now if you preorder, you get a five dollar discount and free shipping. This book's release date is still on schedule to be December 21st. My book release party will be sometime the week of December 15th though, to avoid the last minute holiday rush.

Please visit Cobalt Review's website and take a look around! The website got a complete overhaul several months ago and is really beautifully designed. The navigation is also improved.

Interview about Radio Ferry, Tern Mouth

Interview on Unsaid Blog

Brian Kubarycz asked me some very thoughtful questions. I had to take my time and really reengage with my story in order to answer them. I enjoyed this very much and his questions ended up giving me insight into my own process and how I can be perceived.

October 1st Reading

Okay, this happened already, but I thought I'd put up the flyer anyway. It wasn't my book tour; I was asked to join Eric Shonkwiler as he made his way through the state. I'm grateful to Leah Angstman for putting it all together. I will have my own Artifact reading after the release of my book in December.

Radio Ferry, Tern Mouth

Please click to read my latest story in Unsaid. I'm grateful to be nominated for a Pushcart for it.

People's Climate March NYC

Huffington Post interviews my publisher, Andrew Keating

Andrew was interviewed in the Huffington Post as part of their Publisher Talk series. Loren Kleinman asks him some great questions about his vision and the direction the press is taking.

Fantastic News!

It is with much happiness that I announce: BLACK KRIM  has been accepted for publication by Cobalt Press. My novella will be released December 21st, 2014. That date is the winter solstice. It is also my late father's birthday. 

Cobalt Press is Baltimore-based. I will be their first novel. They have just released a collection of fiction and poetry titled, Four Fathers. Here's a description from the website:

Four Fathers, and each of its authors, delivers fatherhood in a multitude of thought-provoking, heartfelt ways: from Tom Williams’ pair of long short stories which define a man by who he is as a son in relation to his father, and who he is as a father in relation to his son; to BL Pawelek’s poetry, dedicated to his daughter, Abbey Road. Then you have Ben Tanzer's flash fiction pieces, which all seem to reflect up on the idea of "I'm a dad…what the heck do I do now?" and Dave Housley's novella begging the Osbornesque question "What the f*** is a 'Bieber?'" There are moments of absolute sweetness, and moments of perversity. There are points where you’ll want to laugh out loud, but you’ll stop once you realize you’re only laughing at yourself, your own fears, your own misgivings about what it means to be a dad.

Here's a tiny bit about my book:
When Corbina finds a man standing barefoot in a field across from her farmhouse, she makes a choice that will challenge every part of her lifestyle. Black Krim follows three characters, in alternating first-person narratives, as they uncover each other’s motives and desires, as well as their own.

It is a truly incredible feeling to have your book believed in-- to have others want to bring it to the world. I look forward to my partnership with my editors. I wrote a book and that book is going to be published. What joy! What gratitude! 

I'm hosting a clean energy event this Saturday 5/17!

Please click here for event details

On Saturday, May 17, join communities around the country to ask the president and local officials to reject the Keystone XL pipeline, offshore drilling, and other dirty fuel projects that threaten our communities and destabilize our climate.

This Day of Action against Dirty Fuels is being jointly organized by the Tar Sands Coalition and Hands Across the Sand / Hands Across the Land. Hands, founded in 2010, grew into an international movement after the BP oil disaster in April of that year. People came together to join hands, forming symbolic barriers against spilled oil and the impact of other forms of extreme energy.

We invite activists across the nation to organize rallies, marches, and vigils that call on the president to reject KXL and other tar sands pipelines, while at the same time asking our state and local leaders to say no to the dirty fossil fuel projects that endanger our local communities. Whether it's Arctic drilling, mountaintop removal, dangerous tar sands pipelines, fracking, exporting liquid natural gas, or shipping crude by rail through our hometowns, we all have reason to be concerned -- for the health of our families, and the health of the planet.

Join hands! Join us!

We will rally for about an hour and a half. I know that parking will be an issue, but I encourage you to find a way! 

SLS Contest 2014

I got some happy news yesterday. I was awarded another fellowship to attend the Summer Literary Seminars in either Lithuania or Kenya! I entered this year because Fence Magazine was one of the partners again, and they were the magazine I had luck with in 2011.

More on Irony and Distance

This is from Peaches and Penumbras, an article on BOOKFORUM. 

The last line of the essay hurts because it is true, but it doesn't have to be. 

"The poetry of our time is dominated by a deep and sometimes rich skepticism about the self. When Ginsberg was a countercultural hero in the '60s, such skepticism was embodied by the work of Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Lowell, and W. H. Auden, among others. Its presence has grown only more pronounced during the last thirty years through the examples of John Ashbery (whose first book, Some Trees, appeared the same year as Howl and Other Poems) and Jorie Graham and a renewed appreciation of Wallace Stevens and George Oppen.

Ginsberg's strength was the evocation of vulnerability, a sensibility that could never accommodate skepticism because it grew out of his belief in the inherent innocence of the self. Frank Bidart writes in his contribution to The Poem That Changed America that, for Ginsberg, "within spirit itself there is no unresolvable dilemma, no dilemma inherent in the demands placed upon it by its own nature or the nature of being." The limitations or failings faced by the self are not native to it but planted there by an external force, whether that force is Moloch or Birdbrain or America. In turn, Ginsberg's dissatisfaction with the world often manifests itself as betrayal instead of despair. Ginsberg doesn't consider the world to be utterly indifferent to his fate; rather, the world singles him out and inhibits him from realizing his nature. Ginsberg's vulnerability is also at the root of his interest in visions: He hungers to be possessed and awed by the appearance of something miraculous in the world. The skeptic's experience of being overwhelmed by an inherent and insurmountable human inability to comprehend the world with any certainty is alien to him. And his vulnerability is what compels him to portray the body as a stage where cosmic dramas play themselves out, as with the wounded innocents in "Howl" who have "purgatoried their torsos night after night" in the hopes of experiencing metaphysical bliss.

The wounded innocents who populate Ginsberg's poems seem out of place, even alien, today, but that is no reason to declare smugly that the Age of Ginsberg is a closed chapter. "Howl" blew through an entire culture with fury and exuberance and eloquence and charm, and it was the work not of the guru but of the young poet. During the last half century, no poem, not even Ashbery's "Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror," has been able to match the prominence and resonance achieved by "Howl." These days, few artists, let alone poets, are hailed as heroic prophets, and no amount of cheerleading during National Poetry Month will change that. Instead, it's the gurus—scrubbed, smiling, and outfitted with respectable titles like "motivational speaker," "life coach," and "personal trainer"—who continue to mesmerize."

This article is so on the mark

Awhile back, I wrote about DFW's quote about how irony was hurting creativity by making people embarrassed to be sincere. He called for people to risk being seen as sentimental.

I have felt (still feel?) the pressure to write in that particularly current ironic voice-- especially when I write poetry. I fail. The sly jokes fall flat. The observations don't hit their marks.

If I write about a heartbroken, brutalized rhino, it turns out okay. I'm not saying I am the new anti-rebel, as DFW put it, but I don't do well talking through a cool, distanced wall. I am that heartbroken rhino. I am that grieving, angry mess of a beast.

http://www.salon.com/2014/04/13/david_foster_wallace_was_right_irony_is_ruining_our_culture/

The two authors of the article also talk about the use of irony in contemporary painting. It really is a heartening piece of writing. It made me feel good and hopeful.

Necessary Fiction: Atlantic City

Hello!

Necessary Fiction picked up my piece titled "Atlantic City". I wrote it as part of Peter Markus's summer workshop, and with his insightful comments and keen ear, I was able to polish it up to this final story.


Atlantic City


If you know me, or know anything about me, you know that I grew up in South Jersey. I did work at a Texaco, too. It was strange to write a piece of fiction with true elements. I try to keep things entirely separate from real life, but it did feel good to have the permission, so to say, to write something that could be true.

Interview: Part Two

I was asked to interview for the second part of Land Beast.

Here is it: The Collagist Interview: Part Two

I talk about writing as a beast and the economy of bodies.

Rhino post

I was going through my notebooks from my MFA and I found this quote:

"E... had a theory about rhinos. They see through smell. Their tiny eyes don't bring in enough light. But smells linger longer than light, allow more depth of knowledge. Five days of smells can be presented in front of a rhino's nose and he sees them all. This 'extra time dimension' allows a different perception-- on that appears differently, depending on where you are. Days overlap, extend, flow into one another. Rhinos are not limited by light. Chemicals track pathways to the brain, illuminate objects internally."

If that isn't poetry, I don't know poetry. I wish I had sited the source of the quote! Some of it is paraphrased.

I also had this: 18 million years old. 30 million years ago, no horn, long neck.

And a lot about mud.

I knew that I did a small writing project on a rhino I saw at the zoo, but I was surprised by the connections to my current writing.