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Future Abandoned: The Untimely Loss of a Rare Mentorship

Future Abandoned: The Untimely Loss of a Rare Mentorship

posted on December 20th, 2011 by Vanessa Blakeslee

Jeanne Leiby was one of my greatest mentors, yet I never had a single class with her. While I studied writing and later taught at the University of Florida for nearly six years, I was never a member of her staff at The Florida Review, nor a student in her fiction workshop. But I got to know Jeanne through classmates who worked at the journal, and she always seemed to be around, eager to talk about teaching and literature. I remember she stopped me in the hallway to congratulate me on my MA thesis defense, and I mentioned I still wanted to pursue an MFA somewhere but wasn’t sure about moving. “You should check out the top low-res programs, Warren Wilson, Vermont College, and a few others,” she answered. I was barely even aware of such programs and not even close to considering them. But I took her advice. Six months later, I arrived at my Vermont College residency and began one of the greatest adventures in my literary career. ( Read more )

Ten Lessons of Fictional Writers in Film

Ten Lessons of Fictional Writers in Film

posted on December 12th, 2011 by Ashley Inguanta

Guest Post by Cynthia Hawkins

 

Funny Farm

In Funny Farm, Chevy Chase plays a writer who moves to the middle of nowhere in order to jumpstart work on his manuscript in solitude.  When he’s finally done, he rents a hotel room, chills champagne, hands his wife his manuscript, and sits with his hands folded together in anticipation—watching intently, reading her facial expressions as the pages turn, leaning to check whether or not her laughter erupts in just the right places.  Lesson?  Don’t do that.

 

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Choreography as Poem

Choreography as Poem

posted on December 6th, 2011 by Vanessa Blakeslee

Today I wrote a new poem. Only not with words, but with my body.

This poem is set to music, a slow, snake-like song called “The Sensual Chifti” which I fell in love with a few weeks ago upon stumbling across it on iTunes. My complete rendition comprises two minutes, thirty-eight seconds—not an epic by any means, but an average length, with enough rhythm, repetition, and surprise to sink your teeth into. The “writing” has taken place over several days in the clear but cramped space between my dining and living areas, close to where I’ve written the bulk of my novel, plenty of stories, and this column, to mention a few. Like any poem worth writing, the initial phrases flowed rather easily until I eventually hit a sticky spot or two where I wasn’t sure how to move forward. So I stepped away for a few days and when I returned, was able to push through and figure out the rest. There’s plenty of revising and polishing left to do, but all works of art, if they’re going to amount to anything, have to at least get off the ground. Or so said Billy Collins a few years back, at one of the Rollins College Winter with the Writers’ sessions. ( Read more )

Recalling My Barber

Recalling My Barber

posted on November 28th, 2011 by J. Christopher Silvia

At first, I wasn’t sure that I liked seeing billboards for the local funeral parlor’s cremation services.  They are near some of my favorite restaurants, and feature creepily tasteful urns. They have advertising slogans on them like “contact us for more information.” Cremation never seemed like the sort of thing you might need to see a billboard for.  It seemed like the sort of thing you would research on an “as-needed” basis.  Like “oh, my loved one has died, and also they specified that they would like to be cremated.  Let me get the phone book out and find out how one goes about doing that.”  A billboard suggests that cremation is something you might have had at the back of your mind, or worse, something you might not have considered at all. “Oh, you know what?  I have that loved one just laying around, all dead and whatnot, and seeing that billboard about cremation was a huge help!  I had no idea what to do up until I saw that helpful, informative, colorful billboard.” It just so happens that this is precisely the situation I was in recently. ( Read more )

Audition Season

Audition Season

posted on November 22nd, 2011 by Vanessa Blakeslee

Several weeks have passed since this October’s production of An Evening Unveiled, the twice-yearly show presented by my dance school, Orlando Bellydance. As darkness falls sooner and the nights grow cooler, so too the rhythm of our school slips back into a quieter routine of classes and workshops. But underlying the quietude there grows a pervading hum, the question those of us who have been dancing for a year or more at the Master-level have the opportunity to ask ourselves: am I going to audition? Are you? ( Read more )

Subject: Trees — a poem

Subject: Trees — a poem

posted on November 16th, 2011 by Dina Mack

I do
miss November,
she still lives
South. ( Read more )

On Nonfiction, or Taking Center Stage in a Gold-Sequined Bra with a Sword on Your Head

On Nonfiction, or Taking Center Stage in a Gold-Sequined Bra with a Sword on Your Head

posted on November 8th, 2011 by Vanessa Blakeslee

I’ve been writing a lot of nonfiction lately: short memoirs, essays, and book reviews, in addition to this column. This isn’t a particularly noteworthy or interesting revelation, except when you consider I have shirked the realm of “creative nonfiction” in all its forms up until now in my writing career. Even during my MFA program, in which we turned in a lengthy craft essay and lecture which incorporated the informal “I” in lieu of a more stringent academic voice—I had loved writing both critical essays—I cast aside any thoughts of delving further into nonfiction. ( Read more )

MFA Programs, Stream of Consciousness, Submitting to Lit Mags

MFA Programs, Stream of Consciousness, Submitting to Lit Mags

posted on November 4th, 2011 by Mr. Nonsequitur

Dear Mr. Nonsequitur:

I was recently accepted into K***** University’s MFA program. Do you have any preparatory advice? Any reading lists or tips?

–Freaked Out Frosh, Princeton, NJ ( Read more )

An Interview with Heather Aimee O’Neill

An Interview with Heather Aimee O’Neill

posted on November 2nd, 2011 by Ashley Inguanta

Heather Aimee O’Neill is the Assistant Director of the Sackett Street Writers’ Workshop and teaches creative writing at Hunter College. Her work has been published in several literary journals, including Many Mountains Moving and The Truth About The Fact: An International Journal of Literary Non-Fiction. Her poetry collection, Memory Future, was selected by Carol Muske-Dukes as the winner of the University of Southern California Gold Line press award and was published this summer. A freelance writer for various publications, she writes the monthly book column Across The Page for MTV’s AfterEllen.com. She lives in Brooklyn with her partner and their son. This interview was conducted over e-mail. ( Read more )

Jeanne Leiby, and the Responsibility of Storytelling

Jeanne Leiby, and the Responsibility of Storytelling

posted on October 31st, 2011 by Nathan Holic

Memories of Jeanne Leiby, 4 of 4, by Nathan Holic

 

Back before Jeanne Leiby convinced me to come back to the University of Central Florida for grad school, I spent a year and a half working for a national fraternity headquarters. During that odd (and pretty awesome) time in my life, I got to hang out with a few fraternity brothers from the College of Charleston, one of whom gave ghost tours on the weekends. Each of his ghost stories was a fully developed experience with a complete cast of characters, various moments in each story reliant upon the sights and sounds of the city of Charleston to finish the experience: “And you see that building over there? That’s where it all took place. And if we step close enough, we can just make out the face of a child in the window…” ( Read more )