UMass Amherst: The Magazine for Alumni and Friends

Summer 2008

FEATURES
Masterful
How poets and novelists learn and live the writing life
by Faye Wolfe

Photo: Stacy Madison
Writers, up-and-coming and established, enjoyed Dara Wier’s dinner al fresco at her and Jim Tate’s Amherst home, as the annual Juniper Festival got underway last April.

“ Let me tell you about a dream,” says Marianne Boruch ’79. “We are all sitting in James Tate’s writing workshop and he’s throwing babies up in the air, and they’re circling over his head; they’re very joyful babies, all laughing. There was a great spirit of release and joy—when I woke up, I was quite happy. I think that dream characterizes how it was for me.”

The “it” Boruch is recalling is the master’s in fine arts program in creative writing at UMass Amherst. When Boruch, who has published six collections of poems, was a student here, there were just a handful of MFA programs in the country. Today, there are over 100, and some 700 creative writing programs nationally.

 


[ Marianne Boruch ’79GNatasha Tretheway ‘95GMatthew Zapruder ‘99Noah Eli Gordon ‘04 ]


 


Since the program began in 1964, UMass Amherst has graduated more than 600 MFAs. By many measures, the program seems to be doing something right. To give just a sampling of alumni accomplishments, last year, Natasha Trethewey ’95G won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry; in 2003 Valerie Martin ’74G took home England’s Orange Prize for her novel Property. The faculty have their share of success stories, too. Director Dara Wier was awarded The American Poetry Review’s Jerome Shestack Prize in 2001 and a Pushcart Prize in 2002. Sabina Murray’s short story collection The Caprices won the 2003 PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction; James Tate was awarded the Pulitzer in 1991 and the National Book Award in 1994. When it comes to rankings, UMass Amherst’s writing program placed among the top 10 in the nation in 2002, the last time U.S. News & World Report rated MFA programs. Two years ago, MFA alum Tom Kealey ’02 ranked MFA programs by several criteria, including location, funding, and teaching quality; UMass Amherst was 13 on that list. And when the Poets & Writers website asked readers to pick the top 50 programs last fall, UMass Amherst was number five.


Beyond the awards and ratings, though, are the intangibles, the substance that makes the program a standout: what its students learn in their three or four years on campus, what its graduates take away and apply.


When poet Joseph Langland started the program, he took as his model the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop, the first creative writing degree program in the country, but departed from that model in a couple of ways. He made it a requirement, for instance, that students take courses besides writing workshops. MFA students still take at least three courses in poetry and fiction and six in other subjects, as well as workshops. Boruch remembers, “The literature courses were useful, although I’m sure we complained bitterly about having to take them. Reading literature, you realize, ‘I’m not the first to think of that idea!’ It’s very humbling, but thrilling too.” For that and other reasons, when Purdue University asked Boruch to set up its creative writing program, she took UMass Amherst’s as her model.


“I could take classes in so many disciplines,” Natasha Trethewey recalls. “It helped me figure out what my real concerns were.” Trethewey explores, in her words, “the intersection of public and personal history.” In her Pulitzer Prize–winning book Native Guard, for example, poems about her mother mingle with poems about the Louisiana Native Guards, one of the first black regiments. An American Studies class with Professor Judith Davidov, Trethewey says, made her appreciate how rich a source history could be; now historical research is integral to her creative process: “I bring so much to staring at the page when I’m doing research and reading widely.”


Beyond the coursework, says MFA faculty member Noy Holland, the program excels in offering “many kinds of experience,” such as the Juniper Literary Festival, jubilat magazine, and Writers in the Schools, to name three. “It’s the job of the program to give people exposure to various ways of making a living, such as advocacy and small presses.”


Over the years, the program’s graduates have benefited from this exposure. A case in point: Matthew Zapruder ’99, who is an editor for the small press Wave Books. He started Wave’s predecessor, Verse Press, during his time here. Being at UMass Amherst was also formative because it gave him teaching experience (he teaches writing now, at the program’s own Juniper Summer Writing Institute, and at other universities). First and foremost, though, his MFA education was invaluable because, he says, “the faculty taught me how to be a poet. I was given practices and ideals to live up to.”


For Trethewey, it was a time when she came into her own. “The poems I wanted to write were not necessarily fashionable. I had to dig my heels in and say, ‘This is what I want to do’—that wasn’t a negative thing. The experience helped to shape me.”


Boruch remembers how the poetry faculty—Donald Junkins, Langland, and Tate—“honored different things. What one liked, the others might not. It was troubling and freeing. Langland was all about the sound and the music. Junkins would say sometimes, ‘I don’t believe it for a minute.’ His telling the truth was incredibly useful. And Tate was about invention, play. However dark, there was delight.”


In Wier’s poetry workshop, all these elements are present: discussion of practices and ideals, delight in sound and music, moments of creative assertion, play, invention, and truth-telling. Wier, who has published 13 books of poems since 1977, starts things off by saying: “So let’s hear poems.” Students read one after another, then Wier poses a question about verb tenses, noting that a shift from past to present can radically change a poem’s effect.


The conversation moves on to form—one of the poems is a rondeau—and meter. There’s mention of Whitman, Ashbery, Browning, and Wallace Stevens’s “The Plot Against the Giant”(“I shall whisper / Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals”). Sooner or later, each student’s work comes in for comment. Wier gently guides the discourse, sometimes just saying, “That’s sort of great.” She tells a funny story about her children, recommends books and writing exercises. It’s not obvious how the class gets there, but toward the end emerges one of those charmed classroom moments—someone is scribbling book titles in a notebook, others are asking, “What’s the word? How do you spell that artist’s name?” There’s a collective buoyancy, a feeling akin to Boruch’s “spirit of release.”


Holland has seen such moments again and again. “The atmosphere in a class can be so charged. It’s a grown-up endeavor. The program has serious, serious students. They’re clear they’re going to be writers, there’s no question in their minds. They may wonder ‘How will I make a living? Will I be able to publish a book?’ but the first question is answered.”


Gustavo Llarull, an Argentinian with a PhD in philosophy, is one of those serious students. Describing his first year, he says, “Last semester I took Noy’s [fiction-writing] workshop. She’s got the very rare ability to take a piece on its own terms, regardless of its aesthetic, and give useful feedback, instead of trying to steer the piece in one direction or the other. It is very inspiring—and very concrete: you can see what works and what doesn’t. It’s incredible how you see your writing changing, as if you were developing a muscle.”


Another first-year student, Jess Fjeld, graduated from Columbia University in 2005, then worked at a literary agency. When she won a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship in 2006 she decided to spend some of her “flexible years” in grad school. “What cemented my decision to come to UMass was being offered the managing editorship of jubilat.” Appealing in its own right, the position also meant that she needn’t go into debt to get her degree.


The program has more than met her expectations. There are the classes, the faculty, and “Dara, the heart of the program.” Weir is not only a gifted poet and teacher, says Fjeld, but “an amazing cook.” Fjeld has also been learning about writing not just in classes—and at Wier’s dinners for visiting writers—but from pupils at Heath Elementary School, where she teaches once a week. “They’re natural poets,” she says. Citing a first-grader’s description of a mountain as “15 pounds high,” Fjeld says, “There’s a logic embedded in it, although what he said may not be what was expected. Reading poetry, you’re looking for that embedded logic, the poet’s system, a set of rules.”

While Llarull and Fjeld can say what’s great about the program now, James Tate, an MFA faculty member since 1971, has the long view. “I was fairly young when I came here; I didn’t know what to expect. The students were a bunch of wild asses! Maniacs!” he says laughing, quickly adding there were some very good students then. Still, he says, “Now things are infinitely different. There are so many serious writers. In the last 10 years, we must have had 20 writers publish books, good books … we’re really on a roll.”


Tate’s not sure why so many grads are publishing these days, but maybe his own teaching approach—“I listen to them…I just help them to grow”—hints at an answer. Writers do grow. They develop their writing muscles and sets of rules for themselves, plumb their personal histories and tap into the resources of the world around them. For many writers, all this takes time. The successes of the past decade may in truth be the coming to fruition of years of hard work by UMass Amherst MFAs. And a sign of the coming of age of a program that knows how to grow fine writers.


Snowfall in G Minor


Overnight, it’s pow! The held note
keeps falling. And only seems
slow. Because it’s just
frozen rain, what’s the big deal? the checker
in Stop and Shop told me


`
Save warmth

like stamps. The fade of their color
in the 1920s. Airmail. The pilot with his
skin-tight goggle helmet on his
miniature head could be
snow-blind


All heads are small. Mine’s


lost as a thimble
in this weather. Where
a finger should be and be
sewing, every thought
I ever thunk.

Just this word

thunk. Never used.
It lands, noisy
metal in a bucket. That’s
the last of it. No echo
for miles of this

snowfall—as in

grace, fallen from,
as in a great height, released
from its promise.


Marianne Boruch

Marianne Boruch ’79G from Grace, Fallen From (copyright 2008 by Marianne Boruch and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press. All rights reserved.)


Natasha Trethaway

Natasha Tretheway ‘95G
from Native Guard (Houghton Mifflin, 2007)

AFTER YOUR DEATH

First, I emptied the closets of your clothes,
threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised
from your touch, left empty the jars

you bought for preserves. The next morning,
birds rustled the fruit trees, and later
when I twisted a ripe fig loose from its stem,

I found it half eaten, the other side
already rotting, or—like another I plucked
and split open—being taken from the inside:

a swarm of insects hollowing it. I’m too late,
again, another space emptied by loss.
Tomorrow, the bowl I have yet to fill.


APRIL SNOW

Today in El Paso all the planes are asleep on the runway. The world
is in a delay. All the political consultants drinking whiskey keep
their heads down, lifting them only to look at the beautiful scarred
waitress who wears typewriter keys as a necklace. They jingle
when she brings them drinks. Outside the giant plate glass windows
the planes are completely covered in snow, it piles up on the wings.
I feel like a mountain of cell phone chargers. Each of the various
faiths of our various fathers keeps us only partly protected. I don’t
want to talk on the phone to an angel. At night before I go to sleep
I am already dreaming. Of coffee, of ancient generals, of the faces
of statues each of which has the eternal expression of one of my feelings.
I examine my feelings without feeling anything. I ride my blue bike
on the edge of the desert. I am president of this glass of water.

Matthew Zapruder

Matthew Zapruder ‘99


Noah E Gordon

URGE TO CALL
Cohere who can say
—Myung Mi Kim
begin with the phrase: it’s light outside
with a window, the reshaping of water
to map the shoreline between finger & figure
to say there is so much loss in the current
anchor-ripped coral or coral-ripped hull
adjacent, resolute, an idea preceding vocabulary
the inclination of a knee to bend or body to decay
one would question sleep as one would step
an image, angled—inverted in a spoon
the subject, suspect of syntax
one tests the wind with a finger as a ship settles
between shoreline & the lines on a map
the terms, twinned to coax out meaning
the leakage of water through slats of wood
one must begin with the current, the word cohere
a child who says: the window shows it’s time to get up
Noah Eli Gordon ‘04

When I entered the MFA Program for Poets and Writers in the fall of 2006, I had soaked up copious volumes of modern and contemporary poetry, but was not entirely aware of the emerging and engaging poets that were part of the campus’s writing community. One such poet that has stood out for me is Noah Eli Gordon ’04G. He possesses remarkable range in tone, form, and contextual difficulty, and his commitment to his art extends to the essay and review forms.


His most recent collection of poems is Novel Pictorial Noise, selected by John Ashbery for the National Poetry Series. This book in particular shifts between the prose poem and lyric fragments, which complement the multiple ways that we use language to create meaning. Speaking about why he often returns to the prose poem Gordon says: “It’s with prose that we posit, develop, and interpret our understanding of the world, it is prime target for poetic investigation.”


Gordon, who is in his early thirties, has already published five books of poems and collaborated with other poets and visual artists. He has published more than 50 reviews and essays in a variety of publications, and regularly writes a chapbook review column for Rain Taxi: Review of Books. “Collaboration
turns the romantic notion of the poet in solitary recollection inside out,” says Gordon. “The camaraderie of the process forces everyone involved to jettison solipsistic ownership.”


His time at UMass Amherst was central to his experience, says Gordon. He studied here as both an undergrad and graduate student. In fact, three of his books were written during his time in the MFA program and, he says, were much improved by the feedback from professors and peers.


For me, Gordon exemplifies the modern poet, an artist engaged with the world, not an isolated writer in the solitary act of thought. Gordon’s commitment to a democracy of poetic possibilities inspires me to follow his example and experiment with form and content in my own work, while speaking within a larger community of creative writers.


—Matthew M. Gagnon ’09G


For a complete transcript of the interview with Noah Eli Gordon,
visit umassmag.com/noah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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