Writerly Blog Tour

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Quincy. BECAUSE WHY NOT?!

 

It’s been a very busy week and a half with the Toronto International Film Festival going on, but I did get a poetry reading in. I performed a few pieces exclusively for Lindsay Cahill’s HOMER’S ODYSSEY. It was a wonderful event where I had people yelling at a cardboard cloud I made. We’re all Abe Simpson, it’s true.

The great and all knowing AG Pasquella (an awesomely talented writer and funny guy) tagged me for this Writerly Blog Tour that’s going around. Here are my answers (written while high on Dayquil – summer colds suck).

What I’m working on.

I have a book proposal on a film I love and a poetry book manuscript making the rounds. In the meantime, I’m writing my first full novel manuscript. It’s hard for me to describe, but it’s set in various cities with a main character I’ve grown very attached to. I have no idea when it’ll be done, but out of the many manuscripts I’ve stuffed uncompleted in a drawer, this one has stubbornly wanted finishing. If I put it down, it nags and nags until I work on it again. It’s really weird, but I’ll take it.

SQUIRREL!

Look for one of my short stories in a modern bestiary anthology by Stone Skin Press coming out at the end of this year.

I’m still copying Ulysses by James Joyce by hand and almost finished remixing George Orwell’s 1984 with stories from The Wall Street Journal. I’m going insane with conceptual work like this, but it’s for me and I get an enjoyment out of it. There’s always new stuff that comes to mind and new collaborations that keep popping up because of it. I love playing with words and conceptualism is a fascinating way of doing that.

Film critiques over at Next Projection and These Girls On Film.

And poetry. As long as I live and breathe I will always write poetry.

How does my work differ from others in the genre?

I’m not sure! Although I’m of the camp of poets that believe that there’s nothing original that hasn’t been thought of before, I also believe in innovation and individuality. Innovation is  the birth of originality. You can only remake fire if you change the environment. So let’s birth a new way of writing stories or poems. The stars will shine at night and writers will come up with various ways of describing them, but in the end, the stars still shine at night. Let’s describe new things and come up with words or sounds or colours for the specific emotions we feel when we miss the ice cream truck. Let’s make a new alphabet.

I’m a looney tunes as it is. Knowing a lot of quirky writers like me, (hello AG and Shari!), I write down whatever comes to my head and sometimes by some freak accident a story I like comes together. I write about random things and the tiny things (real or unreal) in life that make my life interesting as a whole.

Like this keyboard. Damn I need to clean my keyboard.

Why do I write what I do?

I write whatever is in my head or what’s right in front of me. Writing, of any kind, is a release for me. When it’s work, like film or book criticism, it’s a way of expressing an opinion. I’ve got all this “useless” information on cinema gathered up since I was a kid that I try to put it to use.

I’m not a very talkative person, but I like expressing myself with words on paper (or on the screen). I can get frustrated with it, put it away, and then come back to expand upon thoughts or the worlds I’ve created. When it’s something with a deadline, it’s all I’ll think about until it’s done.

I spend most of my time observing since I often get tongue tied. If I haven’t said something in person, you can be sure that I’ll find a way to put in my stories, book, or a review. But most of all, I write because I’ve always wanted to and have.

How does my writing process work?

I wake up at 5am and go for a small run, get home and write whatever I thought about during the run. Shower, get the kids ready for school, and then sit down to write. If I have nothing to do, I’ll write until lunch time and if I’m busy, I’ll start writing at 7pm until bedtime. I also meditate three times a week. I find it gives me a clean slate.

Brainstorming is enough to get me going these days. If I get blocked (which I did once from the age of 15-30), I’ll re-write a favourite paragraph from a book I like and then go from there. It helps unblock and flush out the brain and it’s a good way of learning great narratives from the work you admire. This includes Andy Capp strips.

 

I hereby tag Richard Rosenbaum and Liz Worth. Two great writers with two wonderful books out.

 

Other writers on this tour:

Rebecca Rosenblum * Julia Zarankin * Maria Meindl * Ayelet Tsabari * Angie Abdou * Kathy Para* Theodora Armstrong * Eufemia Fanetti * Janie Chang * Lorna Suzuki * Barbara Lambert * Matilda Magtree * Alice Zorn * Anita Lahey * Pearl Pirie * Julie Paul *Sarah Mian * Steve McOrmond * Susan Gillis * Jason Heroux* Heidi Reimer* Suzanne Alyssa Andrew* Lindsay Gibb* Shari Kasman* AG Pasquella

 

Some thoughts of handwriting Ulysses and now published at no press!

 

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A dashing James Joyce.

On Getting Inside James Joyce’s Head.

James Joyce is a maddening writer to read. If you were to ask me why I love reading him though, part of that love is in the aggravation he causes with his writing.

Typing A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man was one thing, writing Ulysses by hand is quite the other. In A Portrait, I had the pleasure of not having read it, thus being exposed to the work was like being presented with an interesting set of data. The experiment was what that set of data, how it was arranged and collated, would affect me. The early chapters made my creative work suffer. The infantilism and repetitive structure of it at the beginning, handicapped my writing. I couldn’t come up with proper sentences for a while. After young Stephen Dedalus finds the poetic language within himself, I found my own writing took off as well.

When copying from a book to a page (whether that be on a computer or on a piece of paper), I digest the work in a sort of peripheral type of reading. I’m reading the words as visual objects while transferring them over to a new environment. I know the controls: pen, paper, and a somewhat quiet environment. While writing/typing it, I notice little ticks or weird punctuations in the work because I’m focusing on transcribing what’s right before me. Half of my brain is on that, while the other is reading the words and doing what our brains have been trained to do while reading: visualizing the scenes. A Portrait was interesting because in its newness to me, I was absorbed into the pages.

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On my fairytale wishlist forever: A first edition copy of Ulysses.

I’ve re-read Ulysses several times because there are always new things I’ve found upon the re-read. And I’m known to get a little obsessive with my interests. Ulysses happens to feed something in my head. The first time I read it was back in a third year course on modernism. I was in the middle of mid-term exams and suffering a long bout of insomnia. I had just finished a long exam on Nietszche and Hegel for a philosophy course and headed home on the eastbound train from Islington station. My commute from UofT Erindale College was about two hours (bus and subway to Jane station, then up to Weston Rd. and Eglinton. Torontonians will know this intersection as the giant Monster Donuts stop). I spent that commute reading my course work and I was at Episode 9: Scylla and Charybdis in Ulysses when I fell asleep. I dreamed. In the dream, Stephen Dedalus was watching the sea from a hill with books from the library tucked under his arm. His head was full of every single insight he had gathered in his conversations of the day and the sun shone blindingly in his face. It was still image, but what I remember most was the churn of the water and the tumultuous thoughts coming in and out of Stephen’s head.

When I woke up I was at Christie station, many stops away from where I supposed to get off, but I didn’t get up in a fright. I kind of floated in a euphoric state, on the cusp of an eventual epiphany. And it happened when I hit my head on the window sill of the train. It was like a rush of everything I’d read my whole life was in that book in my lap. The best I can come up with to describe that event would be as if you could smell a rainstorm approaching, hear the thunder and see the lighting for years and then suddenly the sky opens up and it’s raining every truth all around you. I felt truth all around me in that subway car for only a few seconds before it left me as quick as it came. Ever since then, Ulysses has had a special place in my heart and mind. I don’t know whether it’s because I want to relive the epiphany or if its a weird addictive curse born out of a compulsion for a spiritual high again, but either way, Ulysses upon the re-read has never failed to deliver to me many insights on writing, reading, and some pretty wacky perspectives of life. And hell, is Joyce ever wacky. Horny for spirituality and physicality, Joyce masturbates and orgasms his way through an ordinary day in an ordinary life.

I started handwriting Ulysses on December 9, 2013. Today I’m in the first half of Episode 9 and on the second green moleskine journal. The journals I’ve used have taken a beating because I’m a heavy handed writer. When I flip a page, I can feel my pen marks as if I had dug them into the page instead of just writing them. I’ve exhausted four pens in the process, and that’s not counting the ones I’ve lost as well. I began with a few constraints (writing down where I was writing it, or indenting the cited poems/songs), but I’ve decided to just stick with a random flow on each writing session.

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my heavy handed writing

I’ve found Joyce to be a difficult writer to transcribe. Ulysses is basically pulled together by the inner thoughts of people, some of them very random. Joyce tries to capture a reality that storytellers fail so often at capturing: the humdrum. If Leopold Bloom is thinking about the skirts of his mistress, he will go into detail about the smell and feel of the skirts, the colour of her hair against the light, the scent of her sex, while still making a point to list the errands he has to get to during the day. If it occurs to Mr. Bloom it will get recorded and archived. Beyond the incredibly entertaining conflicts that happen to Leopold or to Stephen, beyond the philosophical psychedelia that is the meat of the book, what glues it all together is this frustratingly mundane minutiae. It’s boring to read and frustrating to write, especially if you have a short attention span like me. Yet life in general is made up of mostly frustrating and mundane stuff. Life can be distracting in its grandness, it can be in the focus of its banality, and vice a versa.

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Two moleskines and a Joyce.

I was recently discussing this with Tony Burgess at a poetry night we did. He asked about Ulysses and I had had particularly trying session with the page I was writing that day. I said, “I yell at the book sometimes. Fuck off, James! Again with the murmuring and the sighing! Today I wanted to throw you across the room.” That day Mr. Bloom was observing the people around him eating and he was thinking of eating and what others thought of him eating. It was such insular blabber, but it’s what we do every day in our heads. This is the brilliance of what Joyce set out to do. The day in the life of Leopold Bloom is the day in the life of you and me, or rather what he perceived to be the every day person. Upon the reading his approach read with an eerie accuracy.

Many scholars have picked Ulysses apart and will probably continue to for hundreds of years to come. I’m not bringing anything new to the table, I think, but it is in my reading and in my transcribing that I’m finding myself attuned to the unique perspective in the minuscule parts of my day. I know now that I handwrite my “f” in two different ways. My handwriting is also a mixture of cursive and printing. I write sloppier towards the end of the page and neater when it’s in the middle.

This “uncreative writing” project has made me a transcribing machine. I am but a means for those words to end up on a different format. Are they read? That’s not the point. Neither is it the point for me to know more about Joyce through handwriting his work. No. Getting Inside James Joyce’s Head is just a title. For me, this endeavour has me learning that writing is copying what is in your head to make it material in the real world.

Manifesting the prosaic, (whether it be lists, errands, important dates on a calendar, etc.), by common means is an extraordinary endeavour. It is just one of many ways one can be intimate with a novel or a piece of art. People copy paintings and trace drawings to learn how to draw and paint. Writers sometimes retype work (the quotations in an essay are integral part to that essay’s defense). Hunter S Thompson retyped The Great Gatsby just to get the feeling of typing a great novel. Replication of thought and ideas is what Joyce did and it’s what many authors already do. My work with James Joyce’s work is mundane, ordinary, and perplexing to me, but it’s my work. I have infused Ulysses with my own thoughts in the margins and have been physical with its words through a pen that I hold and maneuver. I often think about monks transcribing important literature before the printing press. I am a printing press.

The concept of person as machine is an important one to note today. The objects we utilize (computers, televisions, phones, lights, dishwashers, trains, buses, etc.), were once dreams in somebody’s head and those dreams now conveniently help move the world. If we didn’t have the machines, we’d be spending most of our days in desperate pursuit of the next meal and busy transporting ourselves with our own two feet. Now with all this convenience, the machines have made it possible for us to explore. The machines themselves, ones we built with our brains and hands, are exploring too. 

It’s time to explore past the line of traditional and try new things and new methods of doing those things. I’m constantly reading books (not just Joyce), and usually have two or three on the go. I also find that the best books, inspire new ways of reading (having read a book backward online and remixed another).

Handwriting Ulysses may be the dumbest thing I’ve done, but Joyce was an idiot to write all the thoughts of Leopold Bloom and call it a novel. I really don’t know what I’m doing and I’m not keen on labelling it anything more than uncreative writing at the moment. It’s art in its performance. It’s a concept in my explanation of it. It’s writing in my execution of it. It will be a feat in its completion. It will most likely take me two years to finish.

 

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I am very excited and happy to announce that Derek Beaulieu’s no press has published four pages of my work. ULYSSES by Jacqueline Valencia is now available for purchase. Details at the link:

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photo courtesy of no press.

http://derekbeaulieu.wordpress.com/2014/06/07/new-from-no-press-ulysses-by-jacqueline-valencia/

 

Stone Skin Press: 21st Century Bestiary

One of my short stories is in this anthology coming out this year. Keep a look out for it!

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A 21st Century Bestiary

Few tomes are as magical as bestiaries, those encyclopedias of real animals, mythological creatures, and everything in between. From Aristotle to Pliny the Elder, from Saint Isidore of Seville to Anne Walshe, from Jorge Luis Borges to Gary Gygax, from ancient China’s The Classic of Mountains and Seas to the forthcoming 13th Age Bestiary, the greatest minds have produced monstrous taxonomies as timeless as they are fabulous. Now, as illuminated manuscripts have given way to ebooks, the time has come for a new addition to this worthy canon: A 21st Century Bestiary, from Stone Skin Press.

Author and editor Heather Wood has taken on the fearless task of compiling this illustrated volume, a rare literary chimera in the same genus as our previous The Lion and the Aardvark. Unlike any previously discovered bestiary, this collection will include both classic beasts that have evolved to cope in the modern world and the heretofore undiscovered creatures that thrive in the 21st century. Some entries are warmly evocative of the bestiaries of yore, while others are styled as decidedly modern short stories. This lexicon displays a range of tones from the amusing to the horrific, from the thoughtful to the diverting.

We’re keeping most of the contributors a secret for now, but since the manticore is out of the bag we can let a few names slips: Ed Greenwood, Emily Care Boss, Julia Bond Ellingboe, Dave Gross, Kyla Ward, Robin D. Laws, Nancy Kilpatrick, Kenneth Hite, and John Tynes are but a few of the noted literary naturalists and beast-watchers who are taking part. A 21st Century Bestiary is sure to delight any reader who appreciates the marvelous and the unique. Look for it in the wild later this year…”

 

An essay on film and women up at Lemon Hound.

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Up at Lemon Hound, an essay I wrote called: “The Need For Lonely Women Film.” You can check it out here:  http://lemonhound.com/2014/05/30/jacqueline-valencia-the-need-for-lonely-women-film/

WALL STREET: my new chapbook

My latest chapbook, “Wall Street” is a compilation of the found poetry poems created when I participated in The Found Poetry Review‘s Oulipost in April. Download it for free at the link below or buy a hardcopy from me via my backpack bookstore.:

 

WALL STREET by Jacqueline Valencia (pdf)

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Beyoncé’s poem

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Mark Wilson / Getty Images

(UPDATE: This poem was written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer: http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/ Which makes this whole thing pretty cool that Beyoncé rewrote the poem word for word to post on instagram. Either way it makes for an interesting rewrite of a rewrite and a condensation afterwards.) You can see where she gives credit in the third post of the poem: http://instagram.com/beyonce

Some friends posted the buzzfeed article of Beyoncé posting a poem on her instagram. I thought it would be neat to condense it a bit into the words that interested me and came up with this:

 

Beyoncé Wants to Know

It doesn’t interest me

what you for
I want to know
what you for
and if you
of your.

*

It doesn’t interest me
how you.
I want to know
if you
for
for your
for.

*
It doesn’t interest me
what
your…

*
I want to know
if you
of your
if you
or
of
I want to know
if you
or
or
or

*
I want to know
if you
or your
if you
and
of your and
to be
to be

*
It doesn’t interest me
if you
I want to know if you
to be to
If you
of
and your
If you
and
I want to know if you.
*
And if you your
I want to know
if you
yours
and
and
“Yes.”

*
It doesn’t interest me
you
or  you.

*
I want to know if you
of and
and
and
It doesn’t interest me
you
or you.

*
I want to know if you
of
and.

*
It doesn’t interest me
or or
you.

*
I want to know
you

*
I want to know
if you

and if you

you.

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Source credit: http://www.beyonce.com/

 

Here is the handwritten version done after I typed the above:

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OULIPOST: Day 26 (beautiful outlaw – belle absente)

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Google image search: MATT world

 

 

MATT

Have you heard that we are “using up” the world’s resources

Behind all is fixed oil, clean air, land

convene a grand powwow.

 

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* Ridley, Matt, “The World’s Resources Aren’t Running Out,” The Wall Street Journal, 25 April 2014: THE SATURDAY ESSAY (online)

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-26-beautiful-outlaw-belle-absente/

OULIPOST: Day 22 (antonymy)

 

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Google Image search: yes no anonymy

 

Yes. No.

“Yes, the country featured some of the cheapest factories in the world, she argued, but the athletic-gear maker could ill afford another public pasting over its labor practices.”

No, the metropolis overlooked all of the priciest farms in the universe, he agreed, but the sluggish non-possessions waster could not healthily lose one private unsticking under its unemployment disorganization.

 

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Banjo, Shelly, “Inside Nike’s Struggle to Balance Cost and Worker Safety in Bangladesh,” The Wall Street Journal, 21 April 2014: BUSINESS (online)

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-22-antonymy/