to loosely quote poet Catherine Wagner.
In preparation for my upcoming radio show(!) on writing, I co-hosted the Moe Green Poetry Discussion with Rafael Alvarado yesterday.
We interviewed Catherine Wagner, who writes about the body, amongst several other topics, quite a bit. Catherine read a sequence of new poems called “Roaring Spring,” which delves into the language of the erotic and challenges processes of love-and-art-making. After her reading, she mentioned that the relationship between the writer and the audience isn’t ‘real’, only through the writing, the object, itself. There is no actual human relationship with the audience, she says.
She compares this art-making process, this object-making to romantic relationships. Human connection isn’t truly possible. You only know yourself. No one can experience your reality except you. One of Catherine’s poems from “Roaring Spring” begins: “Dear object, shaped of a man…” She says, it sounds like a bummer. But actually, it’s quite amazing.
These assertions floored me. Isn’t writing ALL about connection to the audience? But that’s what it is: THE writing as object. I’m interested in this notion of being connected only through the art-object. What is the object between two lovers? Sex? What do you think?