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SEE + HEAR + DO (5/18-5/24)

BIG CITY FORUM – WRITERS EDITION (5/18 @ 7PM, LA)
LA Art Association, Gallery 825, 825 N. La Cienega Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90069

Big City Forum in conjunction with LAAA/Gallery 825 present an evening about the written word. Join a group of L.A.’s most talented up and coming authors as they explore the ways in which fiction shapes our thinking about personal and collective narratives. Presenters: Harold Abramowitz, Grace Krilanovich, Margaret Wappler, and Lauren Strasnick. Free.

CALARTS WRITERS SHOWCASE (5/19 @ 7:30PM, LA)
REDCAT, 631 West 2nd Street, Los Angeles, CA 90012

The School of Critical Studies holds a reading of the best new fiction and poetry by MFA candidates in the Writing Program. Free.

LARRY FLYNT AND DAVID EISENBACH (5/20 @ 7:30PM, PORTLAND)
Powell’s City of Books on Burnside, 1005 W Burnside, Portland, OR 97209

In One Nation under Sex (Palgrave MacMillan), free-speech activist and notorious Hustler magazine publisher Larry Flynt teams up with Columbia University history professor David Eisenbach to peek behind the White House bedroom curtains and document how hidden passions have shaped public life. They unpack salacious rumors and outright scandals, showing how private affairs have driven pivotal decisions — often with horrific consequences. Along the way, they explore the origins of America’s fascination with sex scandals and explain how we can put aside our political moralism and begin focusing on the real problems that threaten our nation. Free.

OPEN CITY 2011 BENEFIT PARTY (5/24 @ 7PM, NY)
Open City, 162 E. 92nd St., New York, NY 10128

Sam Lipsyte and Amine Wefali read at a party to benefit Open City and to mark the release of an anthology with highlights from the magazine, They’re at It Again: Stories From Twenty Years of Open City. Tickets start at $100. Funds raised will support the continuation of Open City Books.

SEE + HEAR + DO (5/11-5/17)

A LITERARY CELEBRATION! GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ’S ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE (5/11 @ 7:30PM, NY)
Leonard Nimoy Thalia, 2537 Broadway at 95th Street, New York, NY 10025-6990

Oscar Hijuelos (Pulitzer Prize winner of The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love), Esmeralda Santiago (When I was Puerto Rican), and Kevin Brockmeier (The Illumination) discuss Gabriel García Márquez’s masterpiece. This event will include a performance of Judah Adashi’s Songs and Dances of Macondo with music by Quintet of the Americas and a reading by Sonia Manzano. $25

CALARTS MFA STUDENTS READ FROM THEIR WORK (5/13 @ 7:30PM, L.A.)
Skylight Books, 1818 N Vermont Ave, Los Angeles, CA 90027

Students in the CalArts Master of Fine Arts writing program read from their work. Diana Arterian, Marco Di Domenico, Henry Hoke, Emily Kiernan, and Amanda Montei read. Free.

POETRY FESTIVAL: A CELEBRATION OF LITERARY JOURNALS (5/15 @ 1PM, WEST CALDWELL)
West Caldwell Public Library, 30 Clinton Road, West Caldwell, NJ 07006

In its eighth year, this showcase event displays journals, holds poetry readings, and makes editors available for questions about publication. Free.

LUNADA WRITING WORKSHOP (5/16 @ 6:30PM, SF)
Galeria de la Raza, 2857 24th Street (at Bryant), San Francisco, CA 94110

“Coming Home, Making Home” is a writing workshop facilitated by Cathy Arellano, Andrea Serrano, and Michelle Otero, featured poets of the Lunada  Lunada ~ Literary Lounge & Open Mic SPRING SEASON FINALE: “Búrque to The Bay.”  From the Mission District, and Albuquerque New Mexico, the featured poets of the Lunada Spring Season Finale will offer a special writing workshop, open to the general public, to nurture a poetic exchange between writers from the Bay Area and the Southwest ~ Búrque to The Bay! $10-15 sliding scale; no one turned away for lack of funds.

Loud and Quiet: An Interview with Anne-Marie Kinney

In “Zizou Président,” author Anne-Marie Kinney flexes literary skills as deft as Zizou’s footwork to capture the palpable energy of the World Cup without the maddening buzz of the vuvuzela.  Kinney’s story, published in Black Clock 12 and free to read online, brings us back to the summer of 1998 when Zinedine Zidane led France to its ultimate World Cup victory and became a soccer legend.  Though set in a specific moment and place in time, Kinney’s depiction of the raw frenzy of collective emotion that hinges on the superhuman achievements of select individuals is universal; marked by a kind of historical clairvoyance, it offers a glimpse of things to come for the next country and the next “president” to claim the championship title in July.  Black Clock recently spoke with Kinney about her writing, Zizou, the World Cup, celebrity, mass culture, and naming her dog Dee Dee Ramone.

BLACK CLOCK: What inspired you to write “Zizou Président”?

ANNE-MARIE KINNEY: I’ve always found Zinedine Zidane to be compelling.  Aside from the fact that his fame and influence can’t be overstated, I really see him as a poet.  He transcends the game.  I wouldn’t call myself a huge fan of any sport only because I’m too scatterbrained to know when games are on and get myself in front of a TV at an appointed time, but I do enjoy soccer because it’s so emotional and violent, and there was something extra with Zidane.  You could see the fury inside him, in his face, and the way he channeled it into the most precise, beautiful moves.  When I learned that Black Clock was seeking submissions for a sports issue, he immediately leapt to mind.

This story is sublime and so well-crafted.  In a few pages, it takes a very specific person, moment in time, and place to create a tableau of humanity.  How did you decide on your narrative approach to this piece? In other words, how the hell’d you do it?

I can’t say I ever decide on a narrative approach.  It just happens however it happens and then I see what I’ve got.  I started with my memories of being in Paris during the ’98 World Cup–which was the World Cup that really made Zidane a superstar–and just being wrapped up in the energy of it all.  For the opening ceremonies, they had these four sort of giant robots that were crouched in different parts of the city, and it seemed like they were there, motionless, for the longest time, so it was so startling and also such a release to see them finally come to life on the big day.  I watched it on TV and then went out, where it seemed like everyone in the whole city was in the street celebrating, and it got pretty out of hand.  It was hot, hard to move, there was glass flying, cops running–it’s kind of a blur.  I guess the story built itself from that peripheral blur, and the dangerous, anything-can-happen thickness in the air, and I went from there into Zidane’s head, into the quiet center.  I was inspired by things he’s said in interviews, what I knew of his life, the racism he’s faced, both overt and implicit, and also the documentary Zidane: a 21st Century Portrait, which is just a match shown with him in close-up the entire time with this very intense and hypnotic music by Mogwai in the background. I wanted the story to center on loudness and quiet, and the way each feeds the other.  That’s probably the most conscious narrative choice I made.

Did you write “Zizou Président” before or after the famous headbutting Materazzi incident?

I just wrote this a few months ago.  At first, I thought if I was going to write about Zidane I was sort of obligated to address the 2006 incident, but I ended up being more interested in his rise, rather than what some would deem his fall, though I wouldn’t.  I think he was forgiven pretty quickly.  He was and is far too beloved for it to taint his legacy too much.

Perhaps because it’s still relatively fresh in my mind even a few years later, the supposed “fall” (which I agree with you in that I don’t think it’s really his fall) was the elephant in the room when I read the story.  Not an annoying, crowding, why-aren’t-you-addressing-this elephant; more one that expands the story into a realm beyond the moment, making it both historical and prescient.

I wanted the Materazzi incident to be kind of hanging somewhere outside or beyond this story.  When it happened, people started talking about Zidane’s history of violence, and speculating about all the possible reasons he might have done it, or what Materazzi might have said to provoke him, so those elements–his response to taunting, his quick temper–are all here in the story, waiting, suggesting where they’re going to lead.  In the end, his head hurts from the two goals he scored with it, but I like to imagine that he’s also feeling the pain of what’s to come.

Have you written other work that considers the perspective of other famous individuals?

My characters tend to pay a lot of attention to pop music.  I did write an as yet unpublished story about a character who worships Dee Dee Ramone.  Which is only a little autobiographical.

Do you worship Dee Dee Ramone?

I don’t worship anybody, but I did name my dog after him.

What do you think makes an icon, draws us to some and not to others, generates a cult of personality?

That’s a really good question.  I’m not sure I know how to answer.  I think some of it is about a person having the right appeal at the right time, either socially or politically.  That’s definitely a part of it with Zidane, as an Algerian-French player who became the best just as tensions were building for Arabs in France.  I don’t know if I could break it down like that for every icon.  I guess they wouldn’t be icons without some indefinable spark.

What are you working on these days?

I’m working on a new short story, and I have another novel sort of brewing, slowly.  My first novel is currently making the rounds of publishers, so I’m just going to work every day and trying not to think about that.

And watching the World Cup?

I’m following it in the news, but the only match I’ve caught was a re-broadcast of England vs. USA.  It’s tough because the matches are in the morning.

Do you have a favorite team or player?  Any predictions?

I don’t have any predictions, but I can’t help but root for the home team.  I’d love to see the U.S. make a respectable showing.

Anne-Marie Kinney is a writer and copy editor from Northern California.  She completed her MFA in creative writing from CalArts in 2008, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Indiana Review, Keyhole, Satellite Fiction, as well as Black Clock.  She lives in Los Angeles with her husband.

by Kyoung Kim
Assistant Managing Editor of Black Clock

Claire Phillips is a Cyborg (Maybe)

Claire Phillips and I sip our morning cappuccinos at the ever-busy, ever-trendy Intelligentsia Café. I squint swollen-eyed over cappuccino steam and tell Claire how early 11 am feels to me. She laughs with the confidence of a woman who’s been wide-awake for hours. Her red lipstick is perfectly placed and her sleek, waved black hair does not frizz beneath the light February breeze. I suspect that she is the type who can stay up late, wake up early, and still look lively; possibly she is not human. Maybe she is a cyborg.

I’ve wanted to interview Claire since I first took her Science Fiction writing class at CalArts. Her syllabus offered a wide array of sci-fi names I’d seen, as well as many names I hadn’t. Claire opened the door to galaxies of fantastic worlds that any budding fantastical writer should have the opportunity to experience.

Now that I’ve sampled her brilliant reading list, I have the mastermind here in my presence, flocked by glancing hipsters who vacantly browse the web on their laptops. I wonder if they feel the telepathic vibrations of a genius among their ranks.

BLACK CLOCK: Are there any projects you’re currently working on? Are they science fiction related?

CLAIRE PHILLIPS: I’m finishing a novel called The Story of Dora that will appear in conjunction with the photographs of the Dutch artist Monica Nouwens. I’d call it a satire with science fiction tinges. I don’t think of myself as a straight science fiction writer because it’s not a mainstream work. It’s about a cyborg who predicts the stock market with her orgasms, and I based this on [international investment firm] D. E. Shaw’s stock market prediction machine from the ‘90’s.

I wrote the text on my own and Nouwens’ photographs interact with the text. It’s very much an artists’ book. We decided to collaborate because both my writing and her photography centered on Los Angeles. The Netherlands Architecture Institute picked it up and [the] publishing grants are still in the works.

Are you working on any science fiction related shorts?

I’m working on a couple of short pieces. I became very interested in some of the themes from the course I’m teaching at CalArts. One piece I’m writing is vampire-themed, another is sci-fi based, an homage to and mad rendering of James Tiptree*, you could say.

*James Tiptree, Jr. being one of the pseudonyms employed by author Alice Bradley Sheldon, who published speculative fiction via this male persona for nearly two decades. (eds.)

What initially sparked your interest in works of science fiction and “slipstream” fiction? Who inspires you?

My dad is a scientist, so I would read everything he had in his closet, namely Vonnegut and Asimov, all books he collected at airports in the ‘70’s. At age 16 I was sucked up into this sort of technocratic hysteria, the belief that you could predict the future with psychohistory and then save mankind, sort of messianic and elitist. I was really interested in Isaac Asimov’s The Foundation Trilogy. Maybe that’s something I needed to do, save the world, learn everything there was to know. Later on I became much more cynical, of course.

The Foundation Trilogy is actually related to The Story of Dora. Lots of physicists have entered Wall Street; they took their science and put it into predicting the market. If one scientist can own that, what does it mean for everyone else? Who would you want to give that power of prediction to, if it were possible? In the interview I read with one of the computer scientist’s working on the stock market black box, I sensed he knew it wasn’t morally right, but rationalized it, using Asimov’s “psychohistory”, which I found interesting and disturbing. It took me ten years to find my way into that story. Dora the cyborg is born of an interest in what is happening for physicists today, and my concern and interest is in how capitalist markets are run, and of course, the female orgasm. That dovetailed into teaching science fiction and slipstream.

On that note, how do you define “slipstream” fiction?

Well it’s not technically a sub-genre. Bruce Sterling coined the phrase to define what was happening in 1989 within the science fiction genre. Sci-fi is now moving into the mainstream, so in magazines there is still hard sci-fi, but the fantasy elements are taking center stage. I don’t know if that term will be very dated two years from now. People are trying to sell their anthologies and books, which I understand, it’s hard to sell books, but I think that students are interested in the tropes of the horror genre, fantasy.

I think everyone likes to write science fiction now. There is no such thing as sci-fi. We are no longer Future Shocked like in the ‘70’s when there was surprise over how quickly things were changing. Now people anticipate fast, technological change. If we start terraforming, then there will be nothing we haven’t done. Maybe we’ll get back to [Russell Hoban’s] Riddley Walker eventually, back to where it’s post-apocalyptic, to the Stone Age and nature and reinventing the wheel. I think sci-fi is an important vehicle for our study in history in America of genius inventors, rags-to-riches tales, part of the American fabric that will always be interesting to study. I think that we’ve moved out of seeing scientists in the same god-fearing way, and they are not the giants in charge of the culture’s focus or progress. It’s more diluted than that and I’m still trying to figure out why. Maybe technology has been more democratized.

Your novella Black Market Babies is a staggering piece of work. It tweaks the reader’s sense of reality in sly, artful ways, so that when one finishes the novella, she realizes she’s been on a tumultuous journey. Who is your ideal reader?

That book was written at a very different time for me and I no longer have the same goals as a writer. An improvisational work. I began as a poet. That is more a part of that work than what I write now. What I write now is more dialogue- and plot-driven. I would never put the reader through such hair-raising turns ever again. I don’t think I could do it, so, Black Market Babies would have a very different reader than I want, maybe. My ideal reader would be all readers. If it’s a good book, it has that potential to be read by everyone. Not my father, though [laughs].

Tell me more about your publisher for Black Market Babies, 11th Hour Press. Do they have a history of publishing works that dance around the science fiction genre?

They’re really a group of people who decided they would support me. Artist and illustrator Jonathon Rosen designed the book and did the cover illustration. I was living in the Bay Area at that time, which is a great area for small presses. Small Press Traffic helped. Ron Turner, who runs Last Gasp [Books], he discovered R. Crumb. Ron Turner publishes transgressive stuff, cartoons, low-brow art. I called him up and said, “I have this book and I really wanted to be included on the table at Virgin Books”. He said, why don’t you come with me to the Chicago Book Expo and I’ll give you a badge, so I went to the big book expo and we did business there. By the end of that weekend he bought 250 of my books off the bat, which was exciting, because most distributors don’t pay upfront. I got a lot of distributors and then it went from there. He was really instrumental.

Which literary journals, in your opinion, are most receptive to works of fantastical fiction?

I don’t write short fiction very much, and it’s all so experimental, so I don’t usually submit to these magazines. But I’d say Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, McSweeney’s, Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Strange Horizons.

Do you like cats?

As much as Cordwainer Smith, maybe more.

Claire Phillips teaches writing and science fiction at the Southern California Institute for Architecture (SCI-Arc) and CalArts. She is a recipient of the American Academy of Poets Award. A podcast of her recent fiction can be found on the Writer’s Block at KQED.org.

by Courtney Johnson
a writer and an Associate Editor of Black Clock

photography by Monica Nouwens

Writing Consciousness in Contemporary Literature

Black Clock and, by extension, the MFA Writing Program that produces it, supports experimentation pointed at uncovering idiosyncratic, mysterious elements, the likes of which come together in every issue to make a unique and prominent literary journal. Issue number 11 invited readers to “be dazzled by the mysterious connections lighting the horizon…” and to experience, “secret stories told by characters who find themselves driven out of their own times by their own pursuits.” It seems fitting then, amidst the index of innovative contemporary writers featured in Black Clock today, to examine figures of contemporary literature whose work has also focused on mysterious connections, paving the way for the traditions of experimentation that have blossomed in the recent past, fostered by publications such as Black Clock and programs like CalArts’ Creative Writing.

In a series of posts centered around the writing of consciousness, memory and human experience, I intend to examine individual writers who experimented with writing consciousness and cognition in ways that subverted old norms of narrative as linear, “realist” and marked by set beginnings, middles and ends.

I’ll look first to the past and writers Virginia Woolf, Dorothy Richardson and Gertrude Stein–women represented individually by wide and diverse bodies of work as well as collectively, unified by a common gender and a shared historical standpoint. Such intersections of style, period and sex will behoove us to ask what about the twentieth century propelled writers away from the “realist” narrative forms elevated and celebrated by nineteenth century literature.

Likewise, and with a shift towards an examination of contemporary writers such as Carole Maso, Eva Figes and Jeanette Winterson, who, like their predecessors Woolf, Richardson and Stein, produce non-linear, experimental fiction and are themselves similarly associated with the female gender, this series will unpack in relation to experimental writing and the evocation of human consciousness, questions of gender, sexuality and the dubious existence of an “ecriture feminine.”

INTRODUCTION

We write now wholeheartedly into our own obsolescence, our own obscurity- a place at once tender and absurd and fierce. We chronicle figments, and it is as if we have already disappeared and our shadow words are trailing us, leaving their extraordinary, flickering residue.
______________________________________________________________ – Carole Maso

That a novel can be fractal, composed of splices, sound bites and memory scenes, is certainly not a new idea. After all, our pasts remain to us more as phrases of moments, flickers of sensory experience, than streamlined stories beginning with a problem and ending upon its resolution. Still, within a literary community historically committed to the “realist” novel as the ultimate form of storytelling, works of fiction structured to mirror human consciousness have oftentimes been categorized as too obscure to satisfy a perceived need for conflict, climax and culmination. Nevertheless, the twentieth century saw writers such as Dorothy Richardson, Gertrude Stein, and Virginia Woolf experiment with writing consciousness and cognition in ways that subverted old norms of narrative as linear, “realist” and marked by set beginnings, middles and ends.

That each of these writers was female and each productive of work outside the linear lines drawn by the literary canon that preceded them certainly ushered in a myriad of theories concerned with connections between stream of consciousness prose and a feminine ecriture. Similarly, multiple connections between patriarchal constructs of traditional fiction and what subversion with non linear forms means to the establishment of a “feminine consciousness” have been made and surely bear consideration. For example, there is something to be made of Luce Irigary’s ideas of oceanic “feminine” experiences of pleasure, time and storytelling versus the climax and ultimate come down that characterizes the patriarchal, phallocentric structure of the modern Western world, narrative conventions included. Likewise, there are convincing connections to be made between postmodernism, the death of the subject, the infinitude of consciousness connected with it, and the centrality of narrative coherency given such changes.

And yet, in the face of such weighty concepts and questions, it seems to this reader that pivotal to the discussion of non linear narrative are not the theories of how culture creates form, or how social constructions influence our readings of said forms, but rather who creates them and how the work of independent writers simultaneously stands alone as examples of contemporary literature as well as components of an experimental tradition, connected by a shared interest in writing human consciousness.

EVOKING HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS, A TRADITION RAISED BY A WOOLF

At the birth of this tradition we find Virginia Woolf and her Mrs. Dalloway, a piece detailing a single day spent inside the momentary thoughts of several characters, each of whom meander mentally through time, blurring tense and distinctions between indirect and direct narration.

Mrs. Dalloway is centered around the character of Clarissa Dalloway but segues fluidly from the interior of her mind to those of other characters and back again. The book, written in 1925, marks what many consider to be Woolf’s first successful work of fiction and certainly her most experimental up to that point. Where the majority of novels at the time designated sections and scenes via chapter breaks, Mrs. Dalloway is organized into parts, elements of the piece’s structure that serve to mirror the fluidity with which Woolf moves from the interior of one character’s mind to that of another. Certainly, at the core of Mrs. Dalloway is Woolf’s interest in individual consciousnesses and their intersections. Likewise, the novel marks Woolf’s attempt to explore the difference between individual consciousness and its insertion into group settings. Throughout the text we are privy to each character’s internal narrative while watching them interact with others and navigate social settings.

To be sure, the thoughts of characters connected to the novel’s protagonist, Clarissa Dalloway, intertwine and intersect without their knowing. In rare, revelatory moments, however, Woolf’s characters experience the “moments of being” she writes of in her 1941 collection of essays as, “A philosophy; at any rate it is a constant idea of mind that behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we – I mean all human beings – are connected to this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art.”(Woolf, “Poetry, Fiction and the Future”) Said philosophy, described in Mrs. Dalloway as, “moments like…buds on the tree of life, flowers of darkness,”(Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway) is why the characters of Woolf’s novels cannot be disconnected from the network of thought, feeling and experience that binds them. The character of Clarissa Dalloway, for example, seemingly isolated and self contained, merges with the character of Septimus Warren Smith, via an unconscious association with his problems and perceptions.

Mrs. Dalloway, although certainly not Woolf’s most experimental work, is oftentimes credited with the advent of “stream of consciousness” prose and frequently compared to James Joyce’s Ulysses, which although similarly divided and structured, taking place over the course of one day, remains, in terms of perspective, seated in the interior mind of one principle character, Leopold Bloom. Mrs. Dalloway, widely considered to be Woolf’s response to Joyce’s novel, was criticized at the time for the perceived narrowness of its scope, given that it takes place within the sphere of the domestic, the everyday. That Woolf manages to address the interconnected pattern of human experience using the seemingly mundane, “feminine” experience of household and hosting duties is not only what sets her work apart from Joyce structurally, but is also what arguably makes it a more successful example of written evocation of human cognition, consciousness, and memory.

Indeed, Woolf actively refuted the “damned egotistical self,” she saw rendered by the work of Joyce as well as fellow female author Dorothy Richardson, concerning herself not with, “the single life, but with lives together.”(Woolf, Holograph Drafts) Such is certainly obvious in Mrs. Dalloway, a novel which, despite being focused on Clarrissa Dalloway as its primary character, drew connections between her interior mind and that of the myriad of characters whose thoughts Woolf also traced. Yet where Mrs. Dalloway focused on the intersections of distinct consciousnesses and was considered groundbreaking for doing so, Woolf’s later novel, The Waves, being more concerned with the collectivity and interconnectivity of time and thought, marked a development in her ideas of consciousness.

In 1926, two years after completing Mrs. Dalloway, Woolf finished her To the Lighthouse , the writing of which, according to her journals, propelled her into a deep depression. This depression, which took her deep into the intricacies and darkness of her own mind, must have retrospectively operated as a gift to Woolf, who emerged intent upon writing those moments in which one glimpses their own consciousness. The nothingness Woolf experienced during her depression, and the mental space that supported it are part and parcel of what she is writing towards in The Waves. And such is why, as is true of many contemporary works pointed at evoking the nature of consciousness, The Waves is without a distinct climax, taking instead a shape that mirrors its title, swelling and backwashing, arising and subsiding.

Prior to beginning work on The Waves, Woolf addressed the difficulties facing writers aiming to address the nature of modern consciousness her essay “Poetry, Fiction and the Future,” writing that the new form will have to encompass, “something of the exaltation of poetry but much of the ordinariness of prose. It will be dramatic and yet, not a play…it will stand further back from life. It will give the relation of the mind to general ideas and its soliloquy in solitude.” (Woolf, “Poetry, Fiction and the Future”) Her novel is the subsequent realization of this new form. Framed as a series of episodic soliloquies, The Waves undulates across six individual voices and charts six distinct, but intertwining characters over the course of their lives. Bernard, Susan, Rhoda, Neville, Jinny, and Louis begin the novel as children on holiday by the sea, moving then to their educational lives and ending with adulthood and a final section narrated by Bernard alone in which he directly addresses the reader, moving to “sum up…the meaning of my life.”(Woolf, The Waves) Where over the course of then novel each character emerges as unique and in possession of a distinct voice, Woolf’s intention was to write characters that mirrored the difficulty she experienced in, “collect[ing] oneself into one Virginia, even though the special Virginia in whose body I live for the moment is violently susceptible to all sorts of separate feelings. I wanted to give the sense of continuity.”(Woolf, A Reflection of the Other Person: The Letters of Virginia Woolf) Woolf’s intention to evoke this continuity results in a text marked by the intersections of consciousness and memory. This, “‘continuous stream, not solely of human thought, but of the ship, the night &c, all flowing together; intersected by the arrival of the bright moths’…”(Woolf as quoted by Julia Briggs on page 242 of her, Virginia Woolf, An Inner Life) illustrates human consciousness by evoking memories and rendering them stylistically in the same way they occur in one’s mind; fragmented, but intersecting. Arising in a series of interconnected waves, one recollection flowing into the next.

Originally, Woolf wrote an initial chapter featuring, “many mothers, and before them many mothers, and again many mothers, groaning and giving birth, like one wave succeeding another…And all these waves have been the prostrate forms of mother, in their flowing nightgowns, with the tumbled sheets about them holding up, with a groan as they sink back into the sea, innumerable children.”(Briggs, p. 243) This early introduction marks not only, “a vision of maternal genesis challenging the patriarchal narrative of scripture,”(Briggs, p. 243) but also the collectivity of the consciousness Woolf was trying to evoke. Despite the eventual omission of this opening scene, the motif of universality remains, reflected in collectivity of The Waves’ characters and evoked by the use of repetition and symbolic motifs that Woolf linked to each.

Indeed, where Mrs. Dalloway was structured by the mundane, everyday experiences it took place inside, The Waves used other motifs to give form to an otherwise uncontained narrative. For example, and of particular pertinence to the idea of consciousness in The Waves, is the idea of absorption. Woolf frames the story with distinct moments of embodied presence, points in time such as childbirth, first kisses, and acts of creation where one is entirely engrossed in their experience and is therefore, purely conscious, fully embodied. (Briggs, p. 245) Such is evidenced by the entirety of the children’s experience in the first section, in which each character is alive inside the present moment, moving effortlessly from one sensory experience to the next. It is the intersection of the children’s bodies with each other, as well as with the natural world, that combines with the continuous and collective consciousness of their experience by the sea, composing Woolf’s idea of child’s time, unfettered by constraints and clock hands but moving, with the section’s progression, towards an awareness of their respective positions within space and time.

Mrs. Dalloway showed the cotton before pulling it away to reveal the inner lives that lie beneath. By contrast, The Waves goes right for the interior, bypassing the external shroud, the transience of which was exemplified by Mrs. Dalloway. In other words, where Mrs. Dalloway was pointed at showing the deep structure of the thoughts that underlie our everyday activities. The Waves does away with the denotative layer of the habitual, the mundane, and frames moments of being instead.

Works Cited
Briggs, Julia: Virginia Woolf, an Inner Life, Harvest Books; First Edition edition (November 6, 2006)
Woolf, Virginia: Selected Essays, Oxford University Press (January 2008)
Woolf, Virginia: The Waves, Cambridge University Press (October 31, 1986)
Woolf, Virginia: Mrs. Dalloway, Harcourt (October 28, 2002)

by Allie Rowbottom
who received her BA in Creative Writing and Women’s Studies from New York University, is currently in CalArts’ MFA Writing Program, and in her free time enjoys yoga, horses and tea

BC V X

With both the occasion of our fifth anniversary and the publication of our tenth issue imminent, Black Clock has asked some of its most frequent (and prominent) contributors to describe their experience as readers of the magazine. The responses we collected are as singular, idiosyncratic and even a little mysterious as the contents of any given issue.

“Black Clock measures the temper of the turning world, ” a journal of ideas, provocations and cultural leaps, with some of the best writing anywhere.” – Don DeLillo

“There’s never before been a literary journal with exactly the power and elegance, even the force of enigma, of Black Clock.  Each issue arrives in the reader’s hands as an artifact throbbing with potential and strangeness, new names and old names in wild conjunctions and brave forays, a journal to drive the collectors of the future into acquisitive frenzies.” – Jonathan Lethem

“Black Clock is one of the literary magazines I can’t wait to see when it arrives in the mail, and the thing I read that night before all else.” – Susan Straight

“Black Clock provides a much needed fix of experimental fiction and adventurous writing.  If you’re getting the itch for some literary stimulation, cut down on the lattes and invest in a subscription.” – Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“One of the contemporary literary magazines with real vision — and they are in short supply.” – Rick Moody

Black Clock is published semi-annually by the California Institute of the Arts (CalArts) MFA Writing Program.

Black Clock 10 Darkening The Horizon

Born in the despair of the Great Depression, flourishing in the first radioactive blush of the nuclear age, Noir really is more a sensibility than a style, and the tenth issue of Black Clock operates on the premise that Twenty-First Century Noir is a mutated thing that still bears kinship with the original.  Robert Polito finds early signs of noir all the way back in Eighteenth Century America in “It Would Be a Queer World If,”  and Dana Spiotta takes a look at one of the classic Fifties film noirs in “First is First, Second is Nobody.”  In Diana Wagman’s “The Five Elements of Noir,” some noir archetypes find the movie they’re in has taken them over.  The genre gets decidedly weird with Michael Ventura’s cross-dressing private-eye in “One Marilyn Too Many,” and becomes altogether supernatural in stories by Denise Hamilton and Francesca Lia Block.  And amid work by major contemporary authors Scott Bradfield, Brian Evenson, Geoff Nicholson and others, Black Clock 10 also identifies 70 essential noir movies, novels, comics, poems, paintings, performances and pieces of music.

Now among the nation’s foremost literary magazines, Black Clock has showcased award-winning writing by established and emerging authors, with pieces anthologized in best-of-the-year collections and two excerpted novels going on to win National Book Awards.

Black Clock is published semi-annually by the California Institute of the Arts (CalArts) MFA Writing Program.

Lisa Teasley

Date: March 12, 2008

Location: Seminar Room, Butler Building, CalArts Visiting Writers Series

Los Angeles-born and -based writer Lisa Teasley is fearless. A risk-taker, at least. Or so it would seem. She skateboards, she paints (“a physical working out of the imagination through color”), and she writes about subject matter that many might think of as taboo. An audacious spirit tempered by an amiable nature, Teasley is a profoundly engaging performer, able, almost effortlessly, to command the attention of her audience.

On this particular March evening, Teasley is sharing her work and her magnetic presence with a rapt audience of CalArts students, teachers, and friends. She flashes a warm smile at them, and then gets to work. She immerses herself and her audience in a gripping story whose main character is a less than savory type: a not quite reformed offender who will become disconcertingly familiar by the end of the evening. Teasley reads with a calm that is nothing short of hypnotic. From the audience, there is none of the usual restless shifting in seats or fumbling through bags. The room is a collective hush, all eyes on Teasley.

There is a kind of intimacy to Teasley’s delivery, as if she’s looking into the cards to read each audience member’s fortune. But it is an intimacy marked by a unique maturity and complexity; these are not bedtime stories. They are enacting, disturbing, surprising in their quiet way of drawing you into ethical dilemmas and philosophical considerations. And Teasley accomplishes this all through a measured, steady delivery.

Ascending the road through the desert hills past the windmills, approaching the first peak, Jay pictures the arrogant young head of Kayla, Abel’s girlfriend, her hair platted tight to her scalp, making her look like a basketball star or boy hoodlum. It could be that her hairdo’s name also recalled for Abel, as it does for Jay, the cornfields of the kibbutz. Abel got food poisoning there that left him bed-ridden for two weeks. Something must have happened to Abel’s brain then. Some measure of the illness: their mother’s disagreeable blood, their father’s closet proclivities, and all that Paganini he’d listened to as a child. Like the fabled three hundred hospitalized after Paganini’s Paris concert, all diagnosed with “over-enchantment,” Abel escaped sanity.

— From “Heathen” by Lisa Teasley

When Teasley first started reading her work in public, she “was in the piece, but very aware of the audience. Now, I enjoy the story and get into it — inside the story — the way I was when I was writing it. I need to concentrate on whose skin I’m in.” This embodied way of reading translates to the listeners, who experience the story as if the words are absorbed through the skin. Mediation between audience and text seems to disappear as the listeners enter the story.

Writer Wanda Coleman has long been a source of inspiration for Teasley when it comes to performance. When Coleman reads, “it’s song. It’s all primal. She’s not reading. She’s channeling. She’s such a goddess of poetry and song. I feel like I’m hearing opera — a siren.” Teasley seems to channel as well, but in a profoundly disarming manner.

Teasley’s work has been dubbed sensual but gritty: a body of psychological noir that examines crimes of passion, violence, and vengeance. Her narratives approach and rub shoulders with characters impossible to like, but just as impossible not to view with fascination and consider with, is it.. empathy? Teasley’s characters are damaged goods, and yet she manages to treat them with an even hand, incredible humanity, and a complete absence of idealization.

After coming into contact with Teasley’s characters, one cannot help but leave the encounter feeling a little uncomfortable, a little thoughtful, and a little more open-minded. She often creates narratives that enter the consciousness of a perpetrator to explore his or her “raw interior state of mind.” In the process, Teasley’s work, while deeply concerned with revealing, creates genuine mystery. And one of the most generative mysteries this author’s work provokes is: “how did she do that?”

Whose mind wouldn’t wizen to a weed here in this blasted terrain of faults and folds under foot? Jay asks himself driving between hills of sand. Soon enough it would be the desertification of the whole world, anyway. A global warming into one dust bowl.

— From “Heathen” by Lisa Teasley

Teasley’s characters display the nuances of real-life individuals, with a wide and often contradictory scope of human characteristics, from frailty to monstrosity. One suspends judgment for the sake of story, following Teasley into a closet of horrors, trusting the hand of the author to guide him or her through the sometimes murky and unkempt recesses of the human psyche.

On this March evening, Teasley’s deliberate, blunted rhythm, with its offbeat syncopations and resonances does not betray the sins of her characters, but instead probes the depth of the human condition. As much of her work does so evocatively, this material dwells in that vulnerable, extraordinary, and sometimes frightening territory that is the landscape of being.

by Laura Vena
a writer, photographer and translator from Long Beach, California. An avid research junkie and literary cartographer, Vena is currently working on a hybrid manuscript that incorporates maps, original art, poetic fragments, disastrous prose and found text

photograph by Austin Young