Jack Bedell Interview by Dixon Hearne
We would first like to
thank you for agreeing to an interview. We are honored to spotlight you
as Delta Poetry Review’s Feature Poet for the Summer 2020
issue.
DPR: Eudora Welty once said that one
place understood helps us to understand all places better. You are a
native Louisianian. How do you think cultural influences from the south
play a role in your writing? How does that differ from regional
influences in other parts of the country? What is particular or unique
about the southern experience as it relates to writing—whether narrative
or poetic work?
BEDELL: I was born and raised in south Louisiana in Terrebonne Parish.
The people, traditions, values, ecology, and priorities of that place
shape who I am and what I write. Every word I’ve put to paper has been
written with an urge to honor my upbringing, my region, and my family.
French Acadian and Creole
cultures in south Louisiana don’t really fit into any definition of
“southern” culture, except maybe in our reliance on the land and its
resources. Our food is drastically different, our music is unique, and I
truly feel our sense of family unity is special. I think I realized this
at an early age, and have lived most of my life trying to preserve
traditional folktales and stories in my work. Like the folks doing such
great work keeping Cajun and Creole French alive and vibrant in south
Louisiana, I’ve always thought it was my job to perpetuate narratives
and family traditions, not just as an archive of experience, but as
living, vibrant paths to the future.
DPR: How important do you think it is to
experiment with form, or to at least have background knowledge of the
way certain forms of poetry work?
BEDELL: I took my MFA at the University of Arkansas—Fayetteville. I went
there specifically to study under master formalists Jim Whitehead and
Miller Williams. Whitehead particularly gave me an appreciation of the
beauty of language under the pressure of form. As an old football
player, Jim was able to coach me in ways I understood to value design
and to use structure to accomplish any goal I might have. What I learned
from Miller and Jim, and my thesis advisor Heather Ross Miller, went
well beyond accentual syllabic forms, though. All of these teachers
helped me realize the power of the line to control meaning and pace, the
value of beats in providing a pulse for language, and the vibrancy of
movement caused by balance and enjambment.
Of late, I’ve really been
infatuated with use of space in my poems. Like Charles Olson detailed in
his essay, “Projective Verse,” the page is a field of energy, and I
really believe we should use every bit of it we can to bring poems to
life.
DPR: You’ve been a teacher for over
twenty years now. What, if anything, about teaching inspires or
influences your own writing? Do you think that teaching helps your work
at all? If so, in what ways?
BEDELL: Every day I’ve stepped on campus I’ve learned something. Whether
it’s from students, staff, or co-workers, I’ve been blessed every day by
their courage, their knowledge, and their spirit to grow.
Teaching most certainly
helps me as a writer. Every class I teach is based in community. My
lecture courses, my form and theory courses, my workshops—they all start
with building an interconnected community of sharing and learning in the
classroom. When you create this sense of community, every member of the
class (including me!) profits from the gains of every other member.
In fact, I wish I had a
dollar for every time I’ve been inspired by my class to try something
new, some way of stretching form, or of using point of view, to execute
a poem. My bank account would be as full as my soul!
DPR: Your poetry has been mostly
grounded in your home state of Louisiana. Most recently, it seems as
though your work has become more directly focused on the state’s ecology
than it was before. Do you feel a sense of urgency, as a writer, to
address what’s happening to our coastline? Does that concern have larger
implications?
BEDELL: Like everyone else in south Louisiana, I’ve known about coastal
erosion and wetland loss for decades, but it was all abstract knowledge
based in diagrams and maps. It wasn’t until a family member sent me a
photo of open water a few years ago that this awareness became personal.
When I texted back to ask why I was being sent a picture of water, I was
told it was a picture of where the point used to be that we used to
navigate the base of Bayou Decade. The last time I’d been in that place
it was a large land mass with buildings on it. Now it was open water as
far as the eyes could see. More than anything, that moment made this
whole issue personal. That lost land wasn’t color on a map; it was land
from MY life. Writing about coastal erosion, preservation, and living
through this crisis with our home in tact became an urgent task, and I
set about writing the poems for No Brother, This Storm
immediately.
In the middle of writing
poems for this collection, my mother passed away suddenly and
unexpectedly. While I did my best to try to keep these losses separate,
the notion of living through great loss, of preserving memories as well
as futures, took over the book. No Brother, This Storm became a
collection about living through storms, literal and figurative, and of
finding ways of appreciating what’s left after great loss and what can
be done to preserve resources for our future.
How we live through our
current environmental crisis has a direct impact on how we’ll be able to
maintain our senses of identity and community. If we spend all of our
time archiving nostalgia, we’ll wake up surrounded by open water. We
have to do more than preserve memories; we have to restore and preserve
the beauty that’s all around us. We have to find ways of appreciating
what we have and what we can create. I hope this is what my poems are
doing, always.
DPR: Most of your newer work is much
shorter than your older poems, more “elliptic,” to borrow from one of
your own titles. Does working in a shorter form provide new challenges
that you hadn’t anticipated? If so, what are they? What do you like most
about writing shorter poems? And how does that fit into narrative
writing?
BEDELL: I’ve always been a narrative poet, really focused on my poems
having beginnings, middles, and ends. When I started work on the poems
about storm damage and coastal erosion, I wanted to challenge myself to
write in a style where the page had lost parts of these stories I was
writing, where I was forced to move forward without all of my language.
It really was an experiment in how much could be left out of a poem
without losing its intent.
Shorter poems create all
sorts of frustrations for me: lack of space to develop ideas, loss of
perspective, direct statement, etc. As Whitehead would put it, though,
these strictures and limitations are pressure under which poems can do
much more than we realize they can do.
More than anything, I
hope these shorter, elliptical poems represent the dilemma we all face
dealing with loss. We all have to make sense of what’s left, of what’s
there. We have to find beauty in what remains.
DPR: No Brother, This Storm is your
most recent book publication. Tell us about this collection. It’s such
an evocative title. Where did it come from? Does each of your published
books influence the content or poetic style of subsequent poetry
collections?
BEDELL: The title of the collection comes from a line in one of the
poems, “Dark Current,” about seeing a snapping turtle stranded on its
back in my backyard after a storm. A few years ago, we had a huge storm
cause tragic flooding in our area, flooding that ruined the property and
lives of a big percentage of our residents. Watching that turtle
struggle to right itself in the aftermath of the flooding seemed like a
fitting metaphor for the whole collection. I hoped the line would convey
my belief that while the storm/flooding was certainly no friend of ours,
no brother at all, it also didn’t control our urge or our ability to
recover and to move forward. Like that snapping turtle, we all had to
fight to right ourselves and get on with things. That storm, the flood,
the loss—they all had an impact on people, but none of those things
could control our responses, could not stop us from recovering and
restoring our lives, with or without anyone else’s help. That really
sums up what the whole collection builds toward.
I’ve always written poems
in the context of a collection or theme. Sometimes direction gets
hijacked, broadened, or re-routed in the middle of writing a collection,
but as I’m composing new poems it’s always within the context of a
collection. I hold off writing poems that fall outside of this context
while I’m working on a book. Whenever I feel a collection is complete,
or a theme has run its course, I do my best to shift focus or form so I
can start the next collection fresh.
The book I have coming
out at Mercer University Press in January 2021, Color All Maps New
continues some of the themes from No Brother, This Storm, but
the focus of the poems leans heavily toward modes of recovery and
restoration, not just realization of loss and the need for moving
forward. I’d say where the poems in No Brother, This Storm hold
out hope, the poems in Color All Maps New celebrate successes
and recoveries
DPR: In what ways, if any, has being
Louisiana state Poet Laureate influenced or affected your poetry
writing? What have you gleaned from this experience?
BEDELL: It was a tremendous honor to serve as Louisiana State Poet
Laureate, 2017-2019. The term was full of unbelievable experiences and
encounters. My production definitely ramped up during those years with
all the writing I did with poets in workshops and writing marathons. I’m
not sure being Laureate changed much in regards to what I was writing,
but it definitely increased the opportunities I had to get to work!
Traveling all over the
state, I had the real privilege of bringing attention to all the
wonderful voices Louisiana produces. Our state is so full of talent and
spirit; it was a joy getting the chance to share stages with poets of
all ages. There were great poets in every community I visited. The best
part of the laureateship is helping to bring much-deserved attention to
these poets, to their necessary voices.
Book Review by Larry D. Thomas
No Brother, This
Storm. By Jack B. Bedell. (Macon, Georgia: Mercer University
Press, 2018). Pp. 59. $16.00, paperback.
Ever
since the 1998 publication of Bedell’s first book-length collection
of poems, At the Bonehouse, which was selected by David
Bottoms as the winner of the 1997 Texas Review Poetry Prize
(Texas Review Southern and Southwestern Poetry Breakthrough
Series), this reviewer has followed the poetry of Bedell with much
interest and respect. With that first book-length collection of
poems, he launched his now considerable reputation as a significant
poet of “place,” family, and the colorful Cajun culture of southern
Louisiana. No Brother, This Storm continues and solidifies
that reputation, and, in this reviewer’s opinion, is one of the
strongest of his numerous book-length collections of poetry to date.
This reviewer was not surprised when Bedell was appointed as the
2017 to 2019 Louisiana Poet Laureate.
Bedell seamlessly arranges this collection
into three sections: “There and That,” “Gone to Gulf,” and “Fables.”
The first section, “There and That,” is comprised largely of poems
triggered by Bedell’s love of family. In the opening poem,
“Remnant,” the poet reminisces about his deceased mother. She is
busy preparing “chix buns,” and the poem resonates with startling
imagery and detail. The egg yolks are held “gently
in her palm,” and she places the dough when it is “gold and dense
enough” on a plank she lifts to “the warm spot on top of the
refrigerator.” As she strains for the placement, the poet writes,
“Straining like this / she is so much like herself I can barely
breathe.” Other poems in the section are inspired by his sons,
daughter, an uncle, his father, and his wife. Although the poet’s
deep love of family is apparent in his every word, he skillfully
avoids the pitfall of excessive and maudlin sentiment.
In the next section, “Gone to Gulf,” Bedell
explores both the violence and the beauty of his homeland situated
on its southern boundary against the Gulf of Mexico. The Gulf looms
throughout the section as an ominous threat, birthing powerful
hurricanes which leave the poet’s yard a “backwash of river and a
foot of rain” and, in nearby places, “Lines of reeds where land /
releases to the Gulf, back wash / into salt and wave,” leaving “…no
way to lure coastline / back into place, recall silt / already gone
to Gulf.” Bedell is keenly aware of the experts’ claim that the
Louisiana coastal shoreline loses a football field's worth of land
every hour and a half. Despite these ravages, the poet portrays his
fellow citizens as profoundly resilient in the face of disaster,
confident that the “bruised skies” will eventually become a “dawn
bursting purple” when the “cold morning becomes psalm.”
The third and final
section of the book, “Fables,” is dedicated to the poet’s Cajun
culture, both historical and contemporary; the stories and folklore
which sustain the locals through the travail of land erosion and
violent weather. Bedell enhances his authentic depiction of his
beloved cultural heritage by employing words of Cajun French, both
as poem titles and in the body of the poems: words and phrases such
as “crapaud,” “ouaouaron,” “Prédire,” and
“Des Exilés Acadiens dans le Port du Boston.” In the
haunting poem, “Lutins” (hobgoblins in French folklore),
the poet notes that the creatures are “cats without color” which
turned “to goblins in moonlight” and “troubled the horses so much /
the animals couldn’t walk / rice fields in the morning.” He adds
that “…No keyhole was ever / small enough to keep lutins
out / if they wanted in.”
As aforementioned, “No Brother, This
Storm” significantly strengthens Bedell’s already distinguished
reputation as a poet of seriousness and consummate artistry. His
seemingly simple diction, although sonically rich and lucid as a
bell of fine crystal, is muscular and direct, belying the wisdom and
penetrating insight embedded in each and every poem.
Larry D. Thomas
Member, Texas Institute of Letters
2008 Texas Poet Laureate
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