On the Road
Stephanie Burt
It takes guts to name your blog after a book by Henry James; as well as guts, Steve McLaughlin has the time, the energy and the open-ended Greyhound bus ticket to crisscross the USA and Canada interviewing semi-prominent figures in experimental, or semi-experimental, poetry for a series of podcasts. McLaughlin, who recently graduated from the University of Pennsylvania (which is sponsoring the podcasts), has been recording his travels on his blog, The American Scene. There you can see his photographs of graffiti and his portraits of the people he has interviewed in Montreal, Toronto, Boston, Maine, Georgia, New York City and New Orleans; you can even read his brief, flattering notes about his interview with me.
McLaughlin learned how to read, and how to write, contemporary poetry (so he told me) first by taking classes with Kenneth Goldsmith, the poet, performance artist and theoretical prankster whose books include a set of misunderstood rock lyrics and an exhaustive record, sentence fragment by sentence fragment, of every physical action he took on a given day, from brushing his teeth to masturbating. (The day was Bloomsday, the project a homage to Joyce.) Most of the figures McLaughlin is interviewing are champions of the self-consciously experimental, the post-avant-garde.
For such an ambitious road trip, you need some inspiration, a model or lodestar, in travel; for writers (and interviewers) of previous generations, it might have been Kerouac, but for McLaughlin it’s Dishwasher Pete, a.k.a. Pete Jordan, who wrote a very funny self-published magazine in the 1990s about his ‘quest to wash dishes in all 50 states’. He gave up after 30 and moved to the Netherlands with a woman he met through the zine. Jordan’s jobs – or anti-jobs; he loves few things better than quitting – include stints on a hippie co-op in Missouri, a ski resort, a salmon fishery in Alaska, and a campsite for teenagers in California where the operator makes the mistake of trusting him to lock the place up in the off-season. Four years ago the zine was turned into an excellent book.
McLaughlin is more reliable than Dishwasher Pete used to be, but both writers have an enticing informality, an indie ethic not immune to humour and a sense of low-budget adventure. After leaving me McLaughlin went on to Montreal, where he took the photograph that appears at the top of this post.
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And then, what sort of comment would you like us to leave? Maybe millions read these no doubt excellent and erudite entries and think to themselves, mmhmm, right-ho, and go on their way refreshed. But do they need to commit these thoughts to text? It’s not as if the value of an entry stood in direct proportion to the amount of scurrilous ranting it attracts, else the Independent’s daily policing of the national thought would be the most valuable resource on the Interweb, when we all know it’s abysmal crap.
So no, go away, I have nothing to say about this (188 words, sorry, it’s the best I can do).
If you have a phobia about contemporary poetry, despite knowing nothing about it, try this: for "contemporary poetry" substitute a euphemism, a synonym that doesn't include the horrifying imagery -- "reflective and thoughtful writing" or something like that. You wouldn't run away if I said "I'm reading a book of reflective and thoughtful writing", you'd want to find out what it was called. You'd never say "I have absolutely no interest in reflective and thoughtful writing. Also sport."
1. Plug for someone we won't have heard of.
2. Link to Kenneth Goldsmith - Kenneth Goldsmith, remember him?
2a. Link to Joyce just in case we don't.
3. Link to Pete Jordan - hey, Dishwasher Pete! Actually we probably won't have heard of him either, but he is established, or well-known - or at any rate more established and better-known than the subject of the post - so he'll fit in here.
4. And back to the original plug. Job done.
(I do like the photo, though.)
Loxhore, I didn't know about the other American Scene: thanks for the link. I'll keep an eye on it.