Q & A with Thaddeus Rutkowski on “Tricks of Light”

BY C.M. MAYO — January 24, 2022 
UPDATE: This blog was then entitled Madam Mayo (2006-2022).

This blog posts on Mondays. Fourth Mondays of the month I devote to a Q & A with a fellow writer.

“I’d rather read in person than on Zoom. In person, the audience can (usually) see the whole body, not just the face, of the reader, and I like to think that larger picture is part of my delivery. “— Thaddeus Rutkowski

Thaddeus Rutkowski reading “Right and Wong”

It was in an AWP Conference Book Fair some years ago that Thaddeus Rutkowski first popped up on my writerly radar. Then, at the 2019 AWP, I attended the Gival Press authors reading. Wow! Rutkowski reads his poetry like no one else. No surprise to later learn (check out his bio on his website) that he is a one-time winner of the Nuyorican Poets Café Friday slam, the Poetry Versus Comedy slam at the Bowery Poetry Club, and the Syracuse poetry slam.  He lives in Manhattan but travels afar to read. If you ever have a chance to attend one of Rutkowski’s readings, or can catch one on Zoom, throw your schedule to the buffalos!

Rutkowski’s latest publication is a collection of poetry, Tricks of Light (Great Weather for Media, 2020), and apropos of that:

C.M. MAYO: What inspired you to write Tricks of Light? Can you talk about its genesis?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: In 2018, I started writing poems for a new book. I’d published my first book of poems, Border Crossings, in 2017. 

Jane Ormerod of the small press Great Weather for Media heard me read from Border Crossings and asked if I had another book like it. I didn’t, but I thought I could write one. I told Jane I would work on it, and I kept in touch with her about the project. 

I began with pieces about the sights and sounds from my daily routine in Manhattan’s Lower East Side. But I needed some pieces to fill the beginning of the book, which goes back to my childhood. After about a year, I completed a new manuscript and sent it to Jane. She was very patient in waiting for it.

C.M. MAYO: If a reader were to read one poem in this collection, which one would you suggest, and why?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: I’d pick the one the editors of Great Weather—Jane, Thomas Fucaloro, David Lawton, and Mary Schlecta—chose to promote the book, “Farmers and Dove.” I wrote this poem while sitting on the front steps of my mother’s house in central Pennsylvania. Across the road, a couple of farmers were harvesting corn. At the same time, a mourning dove was calling. The scene reminded me of my childhood in this same village; it also reminded me of my brother, who had recently passed. But the reference to my brother isn’t spelled out; I refer only to “what’s lost.”

The publisher made a handout of this poem to give away with any book purchase—mainly at book or poetry festivals. 

C.M. MAYO: Which of these poems is your personal favorite? Why?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: What comes to mind are the poems that are family snapshots. A number of the poems are snapshots of my current family: my wife and daughter. So all of those would be favorites. 

While I was working on this book, our daughter was living with us. She is now in college in Ohio.

C.M. MAYO: As you were writing, did you have in mind an ideal reader?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: This doesn’t answer your question, but as I was/am writing, I have in mind an obligation to the reader. That is to be clear as I can be, so that the meaning that is taken is what I intended. This is not to say that everything is spelled out, but that the tone is clear, whether it is ironic, humorous, observational, etc. Ideally, I will be able to connect with the reader cleanly and directly.

C.M. MAYO: Which poets have been the most important influences for you? And for Tricks of Light in particular?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: When I was younger, I read books of poetry by Richard Brautigan and Raymond Carver. I never heard Brautigan read live, but I understand he was a great reader. I heard Carver read prose, not poetry—I believe he is better known for prose.

Also when I was younger, I would photocopy W.S. Merwin’s poems from the New Yorker—the trade magazine where I worked had a subscription. I probably still have those photocopies. I also saw Merwin read aloud once, at the New School in Manhattan.

I have enjoyed hearing a number of poets read live: Paul Beatty, Russell Edson, Reg E. Gaines, Tess Gallagher, Thom Gunn, Joy Harjo, Charles Simic, James Tate. But perhaps the most compelling was Patti Smith—I’m talking about her spoken-word performances, not her singing, though I’ve also heard her with her band. When she spoke, you paid attention, and there was the feeling that, true or not, she had some wisdom to pass along.

C.M. MAYO: Which poets and writers are you reading now? 

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: For myself, I’m reading only Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She opens up the world from the point of view of an African Black woman who travels the United States. The view is as complete as it needs to be; it is expansive. It is sort of the opposite of my own Minimal approach.

C.M. MAYO: How has the Digital Revolution affected your writing? Specifically, has it become more challenging to call down the Muse with the siren calls of email, texting, blogs, online newspapers and magazines, social media, and such? If so, do you have some tips and tricks you might be able to share? 

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: I understand the internet is distracting—for me as much as for anyone. But I also see the upside. Research has become easier; I can look up facts, people, concepts more quickly than before. Also, it allows people to connect with one another—an effect that is both good and bad. Good in the sense that one has more connections. Bad in that much information is misunderstood and misused.

Good or bad, the digital universe is part of life. I can’t imagine (anymore) the times without it. 

C.M. MAYO: Have you done readings on Zoom? (How has it been to read poetry on Zoom? Do you see the future all Zoom-y?)

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: I’ve done a number of readings on Zoom. The launch of Tricks of Light was on Zoom in 2021, and it went well. It allowed people from all over to “be there.” We haven’t had an in-person launch for this book, and at this point I doubt we will. 

That said, I’d rather read in person than on Zoom. In person, the audience can (usually) see the whole body, not just the face, of the reader, and I like to think that larger picture is part of my delivery. I saw on the TV news yesterday that the stock value of Zoom is going down. This could be a sign.

C.M. MAYO: For those looking to publish a book of poetry, what would be your most hard-earned piece of advice?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: My advice, other than to take as much care as possible with the writing itself, is to be aware of and connected to the poetry world. Go to readings, take workshops, read in open mics, keep in touch with like-minded people. Your writing might be strong enough to find its place without these other factors, but if you’re like me, you’ll need all the help and support you can get.

C.M. MAYO: What’s next for you as a writer / poet?

THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI: I think my next book will be a collection of flash fictions, but hopefully it will be something more than a collection. I’ve been gathering short prose pieces and arranging them in what I hope will be a linked sequence. It’s what I’ve done with my earlier books Roughhouse, Tetched, Haywire, and Guess and Check. My book Violent Outbursts was different; it was a collection of unlinked short prose pieces, most of them begun as exercises with my workshop students.

 My next project probably won’t be a book of poetry, because I’m mainly a fiction writer. Still, I write poems, and I save them, so maybe they will be collected in another book. 

By Thaddeus Rtkowski
From Tricks of Light

FARMERS AND DOVE

When sunlight hits the higher points
and the lower places remain in shadow,
two farmers harvest corn together.
One drives a pickup truck,
while the other follows alongside,
stripping ears off stalks
and tossing them into the truck bed.

On a telephone wire above the farmers, 
a mourning dove coos for what’s lost,
for some unspecified thing that’s missing
The calls aren’t sad for the dove,
only for those who are listening.
For those of us who know what’s missing, 
the sounds of the bird remind us of what’s lost.


EMPTY NEST

I have a feeling that something is missing,
because our child is no longer living with us.
I was focused on her, and on her only,
and now I’m not focused on her
unless she contacts me,
and she doesn’t contact me often.

I could contact her, 
but I would need a good reason.
She and I aren’t in the habit of waving
at each other over distance, in cyberspace
just for the sake of waving.

I can see this emptiness as freedom,
a space in which to do what I like.
I don’t need to fill the space
with someone else to take care of,
someone like a pet: a dog or a cat.
I don’t need a pet to feed
and/or walk on a regular basis.
I don’t need to worry about a pet’s survival
when I go away from home for a while.
A pet wouldn’t make me happier,
though I would make a pet happier.

Visit Thaddeus Rutkowski at www.thaddeusrutkowski.com

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AWP 2019 (Think No One Is Reading Books and Litmags Anymore?)

After attending for more years than I can count, in 2014 I swore off the annual conference of the Association of Writers and Writing Programs in lieu of fewer, more narrowly focused, and smaller writers conferences.* If you’re not familiar with it, AWP is huger than HUUUUGE, with an eye-addling and foot blister-inducing bookfair, plus endless panels, scads of receptions (free cheese cubes!), readings, and more readings, and even more readings. Finding friends at AWP oftentimes feels like trying to meet up at Grand Central Station at rush hour. Of the panels that appeal, dagnabbit, they somehow occupy the same time slot. Then try finding a table for an impromptu group of 13 on Friday at 7 PM! But sometimes, never mind, it all aligns beautifully and you can find friends and inspiration and new friends and all whatnot!

*For example, the American Literary Translators Association; Biographers International; Center for Big Bend Studies; Texas Institute of Letters; Women Writing the West.

Never say never. What brought me back to AWP this last weekend in March of 2019 was to celebrate Gival Press’s 20th anniversary with a reading from my book Meteor, which won the Gival Press Poetry Award, and a booksigning at the Gival Press table in the bookfair. I also went to see friends and to scout out who’s publishing translations these days, since I have a couple of manuscripts of contemporary Mexican fiction that I’m aiming to place. Yet another reason was for a spritz of inspiration. (And I won’t go on about the lovely and fascinating city of Portland, since this is already a longish post.)

Think no one is reading books and literary magazines anymore? Here are just a few of the multitude of aisles of the 2019 AWP bookfair this year in Portland’s Oregon Convention Center:

The above views are typical, in my experience from AWPs in Austin, Chicago, Palm Springs, New York City, Denver, Seattle… I’m sure I left one out… they all kinda meld together in my memories…

Alexandra van de Kamp and Yours Truly.

I spent most of my time at AWP this year in the bookfair. Among the shining highlights for me was finding Alexandra van de Kamp, one of my favorite poets, and a fellow literary editor and Spanish translator– we met at a book fair in New York City back when she was editing Terra Incognita and I, Tameme, and we’ve kept in touch for all these years. I think it’s been (ayy) 20. Alexandra now teaches poetry workshops at Gemini Ink, the literary arts center in San Antonio, Texas, where she also serves as Executive Director.

Here’s my favorite table in the bookfair, a cozy red tent constructed by Nicholas Adamski, poet and Chief Creative Officer of The Poetry Society of New York. We had a most excellently awesome conversation about typewriters.

Nicholas Adamski, Chief Creative Officer, The Poetry Society of New York.

What I had not seen before at an AWP bookfair was this central platform for filming author interviews:

WHY ATTEND AWP?

It takes a pile of clams to attend AWP, plus travel costs, plus time– and that includes recovery time. Everyone has their own reasons for attending, and these might vary from year to year. I’ll speak for myself: In early years I attended AWP in order to promote my literary magazine, Tameme, and that meant standing at the table in the bookfair all day every day– which was fun, mostly, but exhausting (I developed an immense respect for vegetable sellers, I am not kidding). Later, after Tameme danced its jig over the litmag rainbow, I focused on participating on and attending panels as a writer (here’s one I did in for AWP on writers blogs in Seattle 2014; in previous years I participated on panels on writing travel memoir; writing across cultures; translating Mexican writers; and audio CDs– the latter on the eve of the advent of podcasting); exploring the bookfair (among other benefits, you can pitch editors sometimes, and sometimes it actually works); and meeting up with my editors, and with fellow poets and writers and translators. (The American Literary Translators Asociation, which has its own annual conference, also runs a mini-conference within the AWP conference. Ditto the Council of Literary Magazines and Presses, for which many editors and marketing staff attend.)

AWP is the MFA scene (Masters in Fine Arts in Writing). Most of the people attending seem to me to be students, graduates, or faculty of MFA programs. Those who are not, such as myself, are literary writers, poets, translators, and editors, and some staff of university-affliated conferences and independent nonprofit literary centers and organizations. While books and magazines are sold at AWP, this is not the commercial publishing scene. The publishers in the bookfair are for the most part university presses and university-associated literary magazines, and small independent presses and literary organizations. It’s not unheard of at AWP but extremely rare (as in albino antelope) to encounter an agent, or any commercial genre writing (romances, mystery, detective). You certainly won’t find much if anything in the way of the business books, commercial fiction, and celebrity tell-alls that are stock-in-trade for most bookstores.

OFF-SITERIE

A big draw for AWP is the delicious menu of off-site events, which are listed in the conference catalogue. The first night I arrived, I attended the readings by Leslie Pietrzyk from This Angel on My Chest, and Brad Felver, from The Dogs of Detroit, both winners of the University of Pittsburgh Press Drue Heinz Award for Short Fiction, at Mother Foucault’s Bookshop — a charming venue for two brilliant readings. Here’s my amiga Leslie:

Leslie Pietrzyk reads at Mother Foucault’s Bookshop, Portland, Oregon, 2019

Another offsite event was the Gival Press 20th Anniversary Celebration at the Hotel Rose, in which I participated with a batch of poems from Meteor. (No photos of Yours Truly. Bad hair day.)

Here’s Thaddeus Rutkowski reading his poem, “White and Wong”:

Thaddeus Rutkowski reads his poetry, and brilliantly, at the Gival Press 20th Anniversary Reading.

PANELS

Only two panels for me to attend this year. First, an homage to the late John Oliver Simon, a fine poet, translator, and teacher. (I published some his work in Tameme and the second Tameme chapbook, his translation of Mexican poet Jorge Fernández Granados’ Ghosts of the Blue Palace.) Here are the panelists with Simon’s portrait:

On the right is Arlyn Miller, founding poet of Poetic License.

And here is my amigo novelist, short story writer, essayist, and literary activist Sergio Troncoso talking about “How to Overcome Discouragement and Use It as a Motivating Tool”:

AWP Panelists Sergio Troncoso at the podium, left, Charles Salzberg; right, panel chair Christina Chiu and M. M. De Voe. This was my favorite AWP panel ever. And M.M. De Voe’s talk was hilarious, a grand performance. Thank you all! I walked out feeling like the Energizer Bunny! And I think everyone else did, too!

AT THE AWP BOOKFAIR

Poet Lore, America’s oldest poetry journal, established in 1889. That’s Emily Holland on the left; Zack Powers on the right.
The Paris Review and assistant on-line editor Brian Ransom. One of my short stories appeared in this venerable litmag one waaaaay back in… I think it was 1996, the issue with the naked Egyptian lady on the cover. I actually spoke to George Plimpton on the phone once!
Cecilia Martínez-Gil with her book of poetry, Psaltery and Serpentines, at the Gival Press table. Love the ice-blue suit! Viva!
Another amiga, poet and teacher Karen Benke. One of my poems is in her rip-roaring anthology for children, Rip the Page!
Karen Benke (right) shared a booth with Albert Flynn DeSilver, author of Writing as a Path to Awakening. They both traveled from northern California. DeSilver is also the author of the memoir Beamish Boy.
Another Californian here in Oregon: Catherine Segurson, founding editor of Catamaran Literary Reader. Recent issues include my translations of stories by Mexican writer Rosemary Salum and my essay “Tulpa Max or, the Afterlife of a Resurrection.” I felt like I had already met Catherine, we had corresponded so many times, but this was the first time we met in person. Another shining highlight of AWP 2019!
All the way from Virginia: Stan Galloway, Director of the Brigewater International Poetry Festival. Note his T-shirt that says “Pay the Poet.” Viva!
All the way from Maryland: Potomac Review: Another litmag that published one of my stories waaaay back… maybe 2010? They are going strong!
Host Publications is doing good things in Austin, Texas.
From Washington DC: My amigos Richard Peabody, poet, writer and editor of Gargoyle Magazine, with Karren Alenier, poet and editor of WordWorks. Everytime I see Karren she is wearing that fabulous chapeau. Viva!
From Buffalo, New York: Dennis Maloney, editor/ publisher of White Pine Press. My sincere respects for so many years of publishing such high quality literature in translation.
Howdy there, Walt and Emily!
Love the pop of purple at Rain Taxi!
Free buttons! And plenty of Hersheys Kisses, Tootsie Rolls, Sweet & Sours, Starbursts, free pens, more pens, calls for submissions…
All the way from Michigan! Fourth Genre— a new generation keeps this grand journal of creative nonfiction cooking. (Years ago, ayyyy, 2002, Fourth Genre published my essay about Tijuana, “A Touch of Evil.” )
Giant toy chick head, yes! Beautiful books at the Berfrois table. On the left is Calliope Michail; on the right is S. Cearley, poet and ghostwriter.
Hippocampus Magazine and Books by Hippocampus. Their debut title is Air: A Radio Anthology. Check out what they’re publishing–a cornucopia of creative nonfiction– at www.hippocampusmagazine.com. Pictured right is founding editor Donna Talarico.
An eyecatching cover for Alison C. Rollins’ book, Library of Small Catastrophes at the Copper Canyon Press table.
Another inspiration: Joseph Bednarik at Copper Canyon Press shows me how Alison Rollins signs her books: a stamp, a blue date stamp, and grape-colored ink. Yes!
Typosphere alert! This is the table for Hugo House of Seattle.
BatCat Press: This is run by highschool students in Pennsylvania and damned if it wasn’t the most energetically staffed and one of the most altogether impressive tables in the entire bookfair. Their handmade chapbooks are gorgeous. Plus they sell haiku pins!
Ghost Woodpecker by Dustin Nightingale, a fine letterpress chapbook from BatCat Press.
Best no-show table. The message in crayon on the top informs passerby that UPS lost their books. (I hope they had as much fun as I did butterflying about the bookfair.)
Natural Bridge. Shown here is my copy of issue 40 that arrived at my house before AWP.

The Natural Bridge table was one of many that I missed visiting at the bookfair. Alas, ever and always, there are dear friends, fabulous events, and necessary bookfair tables that one ends up missing at such a hugely huger than huge conference. AWP is not for the FOMO-ly challenged.

UPDATE: Karren Alenier has a fascinating post about AWP 2019, from the point of view of a poetry publisher. If you’re at all interested in the literary magazine and small press poetry scene, this is a must-read.

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Find out more about C.M. Mayo’s books, shorter works, podcasts, and more at www.cmmayo.com.