5 Questions with Kim Addonizio, Author of Now Weāre Getting Somewhere
Kim Addonizio is the author of eight poetry collections, two novels, two story collections, and two books on writing poetry: The Poet's Companion (with Dorianne Laux) and Ordinary Genius. Her poetry collection Tell Me was a finalist for the National Book Award, and her 2016 collection, Mortal Trash, won the Paterson Poetry Prize. Addonizio's awards include fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation, among other honors. She lives in Oakland, California.
Kim AddonizioĀ is joined by Brittany Perham, Peter Kline, and Tracey Knapp to discuss the launch of her new collection Now Weāre Getting Somewhere: Poems (published by Norton)Ā in our City Lights LIVE! discussion series on Tuesday, March 16th
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Where are you writing to us from?
Iām hunkered down here in the Oakland hills with a couple of lovely cats. I havenāt been to San Francisco for nearly a yearāis it still even there? Iām glad City Lights is making it through in some way and will hopefully be stronger than ever on the other side of this. You guys are a beacon and an icon.
Whatās kept you sane during the pandemic?
Umā¦edibles? I generally tend to see reality as something to escape from. Now more than ever. So, the usual: binge-baking, binge-watching, binge-cringing at the political antics of the motherfuckers whoāve spent the last four years running the democratic experiment into the ground.
What are 3 books you always recommend to people?
Here are three Iāve recommended to friends recently:
Behind the Beautiful ForeversĀ by Katherine Booāthe subtitle pretty much sums it up: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity. I read it several years ago and it just blew me awayāthe lives of those people and the sympathy with which she renders them. Nonfiction, but it reads like a novel. Iāve never forgotten it.
Lately Iām recommending the one Iām reading now, Martha Gellhornās The Face of War. Sheās a beautiful writer who possibly had her work overshadowed somewhat by being married to Hemingway for a time. She gives you such a sense of what itās like for people in wartime, from the Spanish Civil War through WWII and Vietnam and a few other placesāwithout any sense of pity, just clear-sighted observation. In āThe War in Finland,ā she writes, āThe way people stay half-sane in war, I imagine, is to suspend a large part of their reasoning minds, lose most of their sensitivity, laugh when they get the smallest chance, and go a bit, but increasingly, crazy.ā
ThirdāIs it cheating to say Iām listening to this one? I love being read toāI became obsessed with Hillary Mantelās Wolf Hall trilogy. Every night I disappear into the sixteenth centuryās burnings, beheadings, and bling. Iām on the last one, The Mirror & the Light, and I donāt know if Iāll be able to recover from being ejected back into my own time. Iām thinking Iāll just start over with the first book, and by the time Iām through the second round, the listing ship of state will have hopefully been righted.
Which writers, artists, and others influence your work in general, and this book, specifically?
Itās hard to answer this without naming every book Iāve read, every movie Iāve seen, every piece of art Iāve looked at and every kind of music Iāve listened to. Iām influenced by everything and everyone, but mostly I donāt consciously remember that stuff; itās like my brain is doing its thing deep down in its little neural workshop and one day something surfaces. With this book, it often felt more as though I was channeling a messed-up, passionate and somehow bratty spirit who had a lot to say. I donāt know where she got it all from.
If you opened a bookstore, where would it be located, what would it be called, and whatĀ would your bestseller be?
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"Cranes in Augustā by @kimaddonizio, artwork from @xinsongart's āTree of Lifeā (2012) at the Bay Parkway (D) station in Brooklyn. #PoetryinMotion w/@poetry_society #MTAArts
I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap. . . . When I find it, Iāll pull that garment from its hanger like Iām choosing a body to carry me into this world, through the birth-cries and the love-cries too, and Iāll wear it like bones, like skin, itāll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. . . . . #poem #kimaddonizio #whatdowomenwant #red #reddress #redlips #redeyes #blackhair #wingedliner #choker
āI want to walk like Iām the only / woman on earth and I can have my pick. / I want that red dress bad. / I want it to confirm / Ā your worst fears about me, / Ā to show you how little I care about you / or anything except what / I want. When I find it, Iāll pull that garment / from its hanger like Iām choosing a body / to carry me into this world, through / the birth-cries and the love-cries too, / and Iāll wear it like bones, like skin, / itāll be the goddamned / dress they bury me in.ā (words: Kim Addonizio; photo: David Lachapelle) (soundtrack: https://youtu.be/jn4B2-LoGI4)
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āWhat we create may save usā ā Kim Addonizio, from āCranes In Augustā as featured in the new #PoetryInMotion poster now on view in subway cars around NYC. Ā Artwork by Xin Song from the āTree of Lifeā (2012) installation at Bay parkway (D) in Brooklyn.
Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, Ā
and I keep expecting some enormous Ā
black-and-white B-movie Cyclops Ā
to appear at the edge of the horizon,
to come striding over the ocean Ā
and drag me from my kitchen Ā
to the deep cave that flickered Ā
into my young brain one Saturday
at the Baronet Theater where I sat helpless Ā
between my older brothers, pumped up Ā
on candy and horrorāthat cave,
the litter of human bones
gnawed on and flung toward the entrance, Ā
I can smell their stench as clearly
as the bacon fat from breakfast. This Ā
is how it feels to lose itā
not sanity, I mean, but whatever it is Ā
that helps you get up in the morning
and actually leave the house
on those days when it seems like death
in his brown uniform
is cruising his panel truck
of packages through your neighborhood. Ā
I think of a friendās voice
on her answering machineā
Hi, Iām not hereā
the morning of her funeral, Ā
the calls filling up the tape
and the mail still arriving,
and I feel as afraid as I was
after all those vampire movies Ā
when Iād come home and lie awake
all night, rigid in my bed,
unable to get up
even to pee because the undead Ā
were waiting underneath it;
if I so much as stuck a bare
foot out there in the unprotected air Ā
theyād grab me by the ankle and pull me Ā
under. And my parents said there was
nothing there, when I was older Ā
I would know better, and now Ā
theyāre dead, and Iām older, Ā
and I know better.
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