Thanks to everyone who stopped by the Cincinnati Review booth at this year’s AWP! The conference passed in a blur of old friends, new faces, and wonderful conversations. We also got to meet some of our contributors, including Aaron Coleman, whose poem “Very Many Hands” won this year’s Seventh Annual Robert and Adele Schiff Award in Poetry and will appear in issue 14.1.
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Thanks to all those who came out to listen and support at Monster Mags of the Midwest last night. As Jane Austen would say: it was a veritable crush. A reminder that we are once again running our famed AWP 3-for-1 deal. Stop by our, Mid-American Review’s, or Ninth Letter’s table to get an annual sub to all three journals for a mere $33!
Nicola Mason: An announcement on the heels of a week of change (on the heels of a week of change, on the heels of a week of change). After time in the trenches and a great deal of self-searching, Becky Adnot-Haynes has decided to step down as managing editor. She loved many things about the job—largely the parts having to do with reading/writing/editing. What she found less thrilling were the parts having to do with red tape/bureaucracy/meetings, which left all too little time to do the rewarding work of connecting with your rewarding work. It was, of course, hard for Becky to let go and hard for us to let her go. She will remain a close friend and passionate supporter of the mag. Stepping into the breach will be another eminently and wonderfully accomplished writer and editor, Lisa Ampleman. Lisa is the author of a book of poetry, Full Cry (NFSPS, 2013), and a chapbook, I’ve Been Collecting This to Tell You (Kent State, 2012). A graduate of the PhD program in English & Comparative Literature at UC, she served as assistant and associate editor of The Cincinnati Review from 2011–13, then taught part-time and worked as a freelance writer and editor. Of becoming our new managing editor, Lisa says, “I look forward to taking the torch wielded so ably by Nicola and Becky and to working with the talented staff of The Cincinnati Review to uphold the strong tradition of this phenomenal lit mag. It’s an honor to be handed the fabled blue pencil. To put it quite simply: this is my dream job.”
It’s our pleasure to announce that, as of next week, Becky Adnot-Haynes will be moving into the Managing Editor position here at CR. She’s replacing Nicola Mason, who’ll turn her attention to launching the book-publishing arm of the journal, to be called Acre Books. More soon on Acre. For now, let’s tell you a bit about Becky, who’s been an asset to the mag for many years. She began reading as a volunteer way back in 2009, came on staff in 2012—working as Assistant Editor, then Associate Editor, in our snug little office—and while earning her PhD in fiction published The Year of Perfect Happiness in 2014 (winner of The Katherine Anne Porter Prize in Short Fiction). After graduation, Becky worked in advertising, honing her writing and editing skills. Now she returns to 369 McMicken Hall to champion literature once more. When we forced her to make a statement, she had this to say about her “dream job”:
“The Cincinnati Review is one of the most awesome literary magazines around, and I’m honored to join its ranks. I look forward to upholding the magazine’s commitment to publishing fresh, diamond-sharp prose and poetry, and to working with the staff to continue to usher it forward. Thanks, CR, for having me!”
. . . for a bit of hinky (un)fun.
So you didn’t think 2016 could suck any more? Well, it’s time for another round of the tortures of the damned—our holiday round of hink pinks. For background and another set of these puzzles, see our August contest.
Again, as stolen from the master, Dylan Hicks of The Paris Review, a definition and rules: “Hink pink is a word game in which synonyms, circumlocution, and micronarratives provide clues for rhyming phrases. In the standard explanatory example, an ‘overweight feline’ is a ‘fat cat.’ Hink pinks on that babyish level aspire to lend vocabulary building an air of fun, but more sophisticated puzzles are sometimes mulled over on road trips, in trenches, and in other settings where boredom and tension might be mellowed, to paraphrase Dryden, by the dull sweets of rhyme. . . . A puzzle of disyllabic components is a hinky pinky, followed with decreasing dignity by hinkily pinkilies, hinklediddle pinklediddles, and hinklediddledoo pinklediddledoos. Even with longer puzzles, however, the goal, almost a mandate, is for each syllable to rhyme perfectly, though this perfection might depend on idiosyncratic stress.”
So—“Candle heist” (hinky pinky) would be “Taper caper.”
“First-year in a painterly inferno” (hink pink) would be “Bosch frosh.”
“Fawlty player’s sternutation” (hink pink) would be “Cleese sneeze.”
“Multitalented Jackson has mastered spotted Pacific salmon, too” (hinky pinky) might yield “Bo knows cohoes.”
Rhymes must generally be perfect, with the exception that an s—usually possessive—is allowed at the dead center. For example, “Undomesticated Donald’s Niagara plunge” would presumably be “Feral Trump’s barrel jump.”
Below are another sixty. As always, the first two people to submit forty correct answers get either a one-year subscription or a one-year extension of subscription . . . plus a free copy of the first title from our brand-new publishing imprint, Acre Books, A Very Angry Baby: The Anthology—due this spring.
- Ornamental cap for the gland that secretes melatonin (hinkily pinkily)
- Very poor job, colloquially, of hurling a carnival’s live-animal swallower (hinky pinky)
- Barmier chortling (hinky pinky)
- Wally Cleaver’s failed attempt to pass himself off as author of the Cultural Revolution (hinkily pinkily)
- Maltese Falcon actor’s anecdote about a Yankee shortstop (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Government payout after a Dadaist injured himself while hoisting a urinal in the British Museum? (hinky pinky)
- Hannibal native’s stint as Colombian rebels’ jefe (hinky pinky)
- Ingenious bug bedeviling Hannah Montana (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Literary whaler’s dig at a celebrity chef (hinky pinky)
- Feud between a pop icon and the author of Executioner’s Song (hinkily pinkily)
- Prison for promiscuous bovines (hinky pinky)
- Missile-riding actor, give a quick read to Bleak House! (hinkily pinkily)
- Verbal puzzle for Whedoniacs (hinky pinky)
- Germanic cube of rebaked bread (hinky pinky)
- Worldwide internet community clobbers Louisiana senator for his sex-play in a funeral-home vehicle (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Japanese general’s icy treat (hinky pinky)
- Depression-era president’s ice-cream-pastel blinds (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Barney Fife’s French witticisms? (hinky pinky)
- Would-be presidential assassin Fromme’s luau torch (hinky pinky)
- Maurice Gibb in Melanesia (hinky pinky—all rhyme)
- Mediterranean condiment is in favor of getting a Brazilian (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Cartoon superhero rodent’s mercurial marital partner (hinkily pinkily)
- Babylonian legal code namesake’s sidelight of experimenting with ionizing radiation (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Name for the occasion when a Fascist-friendly poet sprang for diet citrus soft drinks for all (hinkily pinkily–and with a slight rhyme cheat)
- Headline: Internet rumor clearinghouse confirms that the Vatican is now a nuclear power (hinkily pinkily)
- Campus jail in Blacksburg (hinky pinky)
- Psychiatrist of 20th-century American pragmatist philosopher Richard grabs a wee nap (hinkily pinkily)
- Policy analyst’s straightened Afro (hink pink)
- Fictive evangelist’s larder (hinky pinky)
- Little kitchen corner where the microscope’s inventor keeps his Ray Lewis jersey (hinkily pinkily)
- Sea herbivore’s self-regard (hinkily pinkily)
- 18th/19th-century German polymath’s state of Indian seclusion (hinky pinky)
- Classic TV kid’s dim captor (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Liza Bennet’s Bollywood suitor (hinky pinky)
- Apathetic island race of mythology’s welcoming committee for Michelle Obama (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- English diarist’s broken-down jalopies (hink pink)
- Jewel-encrusted aileron (hink pink)
- Roman magistrate’s cute car (hinky pinky)
- Bumbling inspector’s dowry (hinky pinky)
- Compulsively stockpilin’ hatcheter (hinky pinky)
- Recently retired Laker great’s smoothie-shop misadventure (hinkily pinkily)
- Terrible product idea: Small beanbag with glue on its underside (hinkily pinkily)
- What a manager (Domo arigato, sir!) had to do in 1983 when an arena-rock band jonesed for a crispy candy bar but none were available (hinky pinky, but all rhyme)
- Singer/Urban Cowboy club-owner’s shuddering fear of love bites (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Hootenanny featuring the Supremes (hinky pinky)
- Middle Brady sis is tryin’ for an inhalation high and a fiber-filled breakfast at the same time (hinkily pinkily)
- Post-dinger celebration failed to connect with Forrest (hinky pinky)
- Oddball list: Toothy present-day fish, toothy squeaky-clean songstress/star of the 1950s, toothy prehistoric meat-devourer (hinklediddledoo pinklediddledoo)
- Distaff soccer great’s Sorento fraud (hinkily pinkily)
- “Firework” diva’s milking operation, staffed by pirates (hinkily pinkily)
- Actor/Soulquarians’ rapper idly draws instant dorm-pasta (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Polka satirist quailed before 2001 computer (hinky pinky)
- World’s biggest-selling writer’s ululation on a workers’ holiday (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Underwood canned-meat-sponsored pageant winner’s unkempt Dracula creator, familiarly (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Outlaw Country icon’s verbal eruptions about a certain Grizzly Mama (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- A gathering of ten devout yellow henchmen (hinky pinky)
- Please outlaw Common Sense pamphleteer Tom’s sexist explications! (hinky pinky)
- What’s seen when a portly officer’s shirt rides up while securing an arrestee (hinkily pinkily)
- Plow inherited by John Scopes’ defense lawyer (hinklediddle pinklediddle)
- Beyonce’s husband upchucks country short-shorts (hinkily pinkily)
José Angel Araguz: Time again for another cento contest celebrating the release of our latest issue!
The cento is a collage form in which a poem is composed entirely of lines from other poems. It can be an homage to the originals, a subversive twist, or just a fun game. Contemporary examples of the form include “The Dong with the Luminous Nose” by John Ashbery and “Wolf Cento” by Simone Muench.
As in our previous post, I’ve gone ahead a composed a cento poem based on last lines pulled from 13.2 (with punctuation added here and there) in celebration of the new issue. We encourage you to compose your own 13.2 cento and post it on our blog. We’ll float a free issue to creators of the strongest three (either gift for a friend or added to your current subscription). Pro tips: 1. Remember to cite the authors you quote from the issue; 2. enjambment is your friend!
Here. Take it all.
cento sonnet, written with last lines drawn from The Cincinnati Review, issue 13.2
Stand in bareness after the plunging hoofs are gone
beside the body, talking to it.
No more swallowing blood and coughing up trenzas,
ashamed to be ashamed.
Pollution of the heart, yearning,
until the visions open, until the visions bleed.
I’ll sing myself hoarse with prayers of data and space, our soundless bell,
night after night. You know my name, remember?
The hands that fed me
across the dusky skies and spelled out my silent shame
killed it easily, that stag with horns of gold,
and woke finding no God to whom to pray.
About the time: It’s passing so quickly.
I don’t know what to do with my heart.
[sources, in order: Alex Lemon (title), Joseph Zaccardi, Okwudili Nebeolisa, Eduardo Martinez-Leyva, Carina del Valle Schorske, Tuvia Ruebner, Claire Hero, Jessica Rae Bergamino, Todd Hearon, Josh Kalscheur, Jim Daniels, Martha Silano, Marilyn Nelson, David O’Connell, Charlotte Muzzi]
We here at The Cincinnati Review are pleased to announce our Pushcart Prize nominations. As always, it was difficult narrowing to just six pieces from the wonderful work in our 2016 issues. We continue to be impressed by the high quality of submissions, and feel honored for the opportunity to publish your work. Congratulations to the nominees!
Steven Wineman, “Erving and Alice and Sky and Elisabeth”
Susann Cokal, “Fourteen Shakes the Baby”
Leslie Entsminger, “The Brief Second Life of Winston Whithers’s Wife”
Cindy Beebe, “Make No Bones about It”
Dan Bellm, “Fragrance
MRB Chelko, “Snow Be”
Musings by José Angel Araguz
Episode 5: Tarot
In this episode, I do a quick study of the ways I see tarot being connected to poetry. As tarot is more complex than can be contained in one blog post, I will focus on my personal experiences with two cards in particular and how I see them relating to poetry writing.
But first, some basics:
A Brief Tarot 101
History: While the tarot card system goes back to the fifteenth century, the tarot as it is practiced today has a history that is only a little over a hundred years old. Today’s main tarot-as-divination methods are split between two camps: practitioners who use the Rider-Waite-Smith deck, and those who use the Crowley-Harris Thoth deck. As the RWS is the most prominent in popular culture, its images and interpretations the most readily familiar, I’ll be referring to that deck. (Case in point: Xena: Warrior Princess’s take on the High Priestess.)
How It Works: Tarot presents a system of symbolic images that are used for divination and as tools for meditation. Typically, a deck will have seventy-eight cards divided into two groups or arcanas (“hidden truth” or “secret knowledge”). The first group, called the Major Arcana, comprises twenty-two cards. Starting with The Fool (card zero) and ending on The World (card twenty-one), the Major Arcana is often seen as representing the fool’s journey—a journey through life in which the Fool gains wisdom as they overcome obstacles. The second set of cards, known as the Minor Arcana, consists of fifty-six cards divided into four suits (similar to traditional playing cards). As my discussion below will focus on two cards from the Major Arcana, I will not spend more time on explaining the Minor. (Anyone interested in learning more about tarot in general, please check out the links throughout this article.)
Tarot & Poetry
I: The Magician
As the site Biddy Tarot explains:
The Magician is associated with the planet Mercury and carries with it skill, logic, and intellect. The number of the Magician is one, the number of beginnings. The Magician is the bridge between the world of the spirit and the world of humanity. . . . He takes the power of the Universe and channels it through his own body and directs it to the physical plane.
As can be seen in this brief description, this card implies action and manifestation. Mercury, as an element, is never still, always in motion; in a similar way, I see the poet in the initial act of writing a poem evoking this constant motion. The Magician is all about sitting down to the materials at hand and making use of them. The first draft of a poem can be seen as a setting down of the initial elements, seeing what there is to work with.
This view on the Magician/poet brings to mind a quote from Robert Bly, who in an interview sums up the creative act in terms of dancing:
There is a dancing among all the experiences you’ve ever had and a dancing among the gifts you’ve received from your family, from the wider culture, from your reading. And then the hope is that you can begin to work yourself back into your own life.
When I come across the Magician in a tarot spread, I immediately interpret the card as directing me to do the “poet” work of bringing together the elements of a given moment or reading to see them as a whole. Writing a poem, comparatively, can be seen as doing “Magician” work, conjuring the raw materials for inspiration and seeing how they “dance.”
As Biddy Tarot explains:
The Tower signifies darkness and destruction on a physical scale, as opposed to a spiritual scale. The Tower itself represents ambitions built on false premises. The lightning bolt breaks down existing forms in order to make room for new ones. It represents a sudden, momentary glimpse of truth, a flash of inspiration that breaks down structures of ignorance and false reasoning.
Considered one of the darker and more fateful cards in the Major Arcana, the Tower brings with it a sense of reckoning. In terms of poetry, I see this card as associated with revision. Sometimes the “ambitions built on false premises” that make up the first draft are hard to break free from. This is where the Tower’s informal “destruction” via lightning bolt becomes necessary. Lightning occurs randomly; similarly, an insight into a poem can also come randomly, striking when one is not expecting. The value of revision, then, can be seen as making opportunities for such lightning to strike.
The waiting involved in revision is how this “Tower” work differs from the more active “Magician” work. The distanced nature of revision is also implied by the Tower. If “Magician” work is done on a personal level, “Tower” work is done on an impersonal level. Or, one can say that a poem is revised in an impersonal manner until it becomes personal again. This take on revision echoes what Donald Hall said in an interview:
If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn’t wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.
Hall’s stern and task-oriented tone here is totally in line with the Tower.
For further insights into the connections between poetry and tarot, check out this article by poet, tarot, tea leaf reader, and creative mentor Tabitha Dial. Along with making connections between poetry, tarot, and Jung, Tabitha shares some tarot-oriented writing exercises.
Also check out The Poet Tarot from Two Sylvias Press.
Today on Cincinnati RevYouTube, Don Peteroy interrogates former fiction editor and somewhat successful writer [<–joke] Brock Clarke. One may think, looking at Brock’s creds, that he’s has little in common with the rest of us schlubs, but we’re here to tell you that Brock shares many of the characteristics of regular people. For example, he’s a biped. (We have seen him walk.) Actually, Brock is utterly lovely, and we’re grateful to him for letting us share this content with you. (Check back with us Friday for a video poem of contributor Jeannine Hall Gailey’s “Wonder Woman Dreams of the Amazon.”)
Unveiling . . . our YouTube channel! If you were one of those folks who attended the launch of Acre Books at Books by the Banks this past weekend, you saw an extended trailer that included a snippet of an author interview, a visualized poem (voem? pideo?), insight into our process of submission assessment, and a teaser for the live musical performance of one of our art songs. Today, we offer the first episode in a series we call Words Likely to Be Misused or Confused. Though the clip light in tone, we aim to inform as well as to entertain. And hey, there’s a lot more to come: look for a new video every Friday and Tuesday. Huge thanks to Ben Dudley, who made this channel possible by way of both his technical know-how and his comic genius!