Thursday, November 11, 2010

Writers & Depression

Before reading any further you should check out this short essay from The Rumpus:


I stumbled upon this article on a Facebook post by Shawn Mitchell, a fiction writer in the MFA program at SIUC. The rather interesting points in the article reference a book titled The Midnight Disease by Alice Flaherty. Apparently, that book makes the claim that writers in general are ten times more likely to be Manic-Depressive than the general population and poets are forty times more likely. Whether or not those claims are true is not entirely the issue. As I see it, there is a difficulty for writers in attempting to show their "genius." In a conversation with a poetic colleague of mine, Max Schleicher, we came upon the following observations (most of which speak more for myself than for Mr. Schleicher though I will interminably use the pronoun "we" throughout):

1. We haven't been reading the same things or in the same way we used to months ago

We have exclusively immersed ourselves in the art of poetry. That is what we came to an MFA program for. But, we shouldn't leave our non-poetic influences behind. Novels, creative non-fiction, newspapers, etc. are all genres that once delighted us, and without them we are just a little more stressed out. Primary genre should in no way be exclusive genre.

2. We haven't been writing the same way we used to months ago

There is a temptation to write poetry that poets would like. Or, perhaps worse, to write something that we believe workshop could come to a positive consensus upon. Neither of these things are, of course, truly possible. Poets will invariably hate certain poets and kinds of poetry, and it is hard for me to believe that a workshop will ever value the same things in a poem in the same way.

Are these things that every writer struggles with? Maybe, at some point in their career and development. Are these types of stresses that a number of other careers place upon people? Absolutely. So why are writers more manic-depressive than mail carriers, or firefighters, or secretaries?

One answer is that they are because we want them to be. The writer's life is romanticized so often, that everyone who attempts to make a living by telling stories must have the background of Ernest Hemingway, or be as troubled, penniless and unappreciated as Edgar Allen Poe. That simply is not the case, and, in my opinion, those types of writers are the exception and not the rule. That is not to say that this data is unverified or false. I have no way of knowing as I have not encountered that book. But, it does seem suspect.

For now, at least, I can be comforted that I have my sanity and believe that I can hold on to it for a very long time. I have been lucky enough to never struggle with depression and a suicidal thought has not come into my mind in these twenty-five years. My father used to say "Dance with who brung ya." And, that is very sane advice. Whatever keeps you mentally healthy, continue to do it. Whatever produced good writing in the past, continue to do it. Evolve, obviously, but do so in remembrance of things past. Poets and writers, believe that we can be normal functional citizens and that we can create characters and voice and plot without suffering a nervous breakdown. As Stephen King once said, and I paraphrase, We're all insane, it's just a matter of to what degree. That should never slow us down.

To lighten things up a bit, (and to take this post's tone in a completely different direction) Here's a video about how to make a how to video about making bacon. Though I think they forgot a step. Enjoy!





LOVE those dance moves.

video courtesy of Sequoia Nagamatsu and Rick Pechous

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Houdini = Halloween

Harry Houdini and Halloween go together like cheese and crackers, monocles and opera, tortillas and peanut butter - you get the idea.

Harry Houdini passed exactly 84 years ago tomorrow, and still today, despite his protestations against such practices during the last years of his life, there will be many who gather in seance to try and coax a message from the King of Handcuffs beyond the grave.

In honor of him, and the spirit of the season, a portion of a fabulous documentary:



By the way, in the interviews there is a man whose profession is listed as "Magic Historian." How in the world do I get that job?

Friday, October 29, 2010

The First Cut

My first blog post in when, forever? I have a feeling that all of you will be getting more insight into a first year MFA writer's existence than you ever bargained for. Try to love me despite the banality.

Let's set some precedent here...


Today marks the second day of the Devil's Kitchen Literary Festival here at Southern Illinois University (of the Carbondale variety). Hearing Pulitzer Prize winning poet Carl Dennis read today was a treat, as was simply seeing him in real life, and despite what the hilarious cartoon above claims, he did not necessarily use his boring voice (shout out to Hubris of Apathy for the image. Don't sue me, Kempfert). Professional poets tend to be overwhelming to me as a general rule, being occasionally arrogant and essentially far more cerebral than I can comprehend. Carl Dennis was quite the exception, however. He was accessible and sweet at that podium.

A moment occurred during his reading that I must steal for use in my classrooms. An audience member's cell phone obnoxiously erupted before he began a poem. He looked in their direction with slight bemusement and then addressed us all: "You see, when I read, even machines break out into song!" Beautiful.

On another note, Halloween is basically here. Excuse me while I clear the thrift stores of all their potentially useful Han Solo costume garb…and never wear it.

We should do this again soon.