Dear Mr. Wordsworth,
It turns out there is no tranquility.
When you read any of Martha Silano’s books, all of them fizzing with brio and invention and awe, you want to start a salon just so you can invite her. As Diane Seuss says about Gravity Assist, Silano’s fifth poetry collection is “popping with kinetic energy.” The physics references are sometimes metaphors for rising and falling in mood and body, but they’re not just metaphors: Silano’s worldview is scientific, balancing skepticism with infectious curiosity (am I allowed to use “infectious” as a happy adjective right now?–never mind, I’m sure Martha would tell me to go for broke). I read this book shortly after its 2019 publication then again this week, right after teaching Whitman, and this time I was especially moved by all of Silano’s Whitmanian reaching after connection through study, epistle, and even psychedelic mysticism (“prayer/ is like a bread line, a penny for your/ exploded mind”). There anger and grief here, too, especially about human destruction of the more-than-human world, but this restless, brainy poet often responds to crisis with praise of what continues to amaze. No one can solve all of life’s multitudinous inexplicabilities, but Silano’s asymptotic approaches are always wonderful to observe.
If you were ordering thematically appropriate refreshments for this shindig, what would they be?
First, we would sit down to a plate of antipasti: Genoa salami, calabrese, provolone, garlic-stuffed olives, roasted red bell peppers, Italian bread. For the main course: puttanesca served over linguini, paired with a mixed-green salad with vinaigrette. For dessert: fresh peaches, fresh cream, and squares of dark chocolate. Oh, and plenty of Chianti.
If, after your breathtaking reading and the subsequent standing ovation, a friend pulled you into a curtained window seat and asked, “How are you really?” or “Are you able to write these days?”, what might you answer?
I’m doing better than I would have imagined. At first I was too anxious to write, but once I began drafting a poem a day things got better. I also attribute my wellbeing to going running at a nearby wooded park. Thankfully, my kids pretty much take care of themselves, and I teach online for a living. The California poppies are blooming here in Seattle. If they can be bright and cheery, so can I.
How can your virtual audience find out more?
My website is marthasilano.net.
Q&A,Tethered Letters: https://tetheredbyletters.com/author-qa-martha-silano/
I have new work up at:
Women’s Voices for Change https://womensvoicesforchange.org/martha-silano-when-i-begin-to-dig.htm
The Los Angeles Review http://losangelesreview.org/dear-diary-martha-silano/
Reviews of Gravity Assist are up at:
DMQ Review https://www.dmqreview.com/micro-reviews
My books are available at
Independent Publishing Group (IPG) https://www.ipgbook.com/silano–martha-contributor-487072.php
Two Sylvias Press http://twosylviaspress.com/martha-silano.html
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