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#112 Backstory of the Poem
“RELICS”
“RELICS”
by Kate Peper
Can you go through the step-by-step
process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first conceived in
your brain until final form? I tend to project a lot of emotion onto inanimate things, particularly
things that “look” discarded, alone and unloved such as abandoned homes,
amusement parks, shoes, toys, toothpicks. I can’t help but ponder their
origins or the fact that this object was new and loved at one point.
The visual image of a used toothpick on a cocktail napkin popped into my head one evening and I thought, "Where did this toothpick come from? What kind of tree is it from? Who chopped down the tree that eventually became thousands of toothpicks?" This tiny piece of wood was from a tree that is gone and the toothpicks it was fashioned into are also gone. I wrote in my notebook all the feelings I felt for my imaginary soon-to-be-discarded toothpick and the birch tree from which it came. I tried getting as far out there with my free-associations before I stopped and looked at what I wrote. It was clear I saw the birch trees as beautiful, spiritual and something that could easily be destroyed. The toothpick was a symbol— small, tangible and easily disposed— of our natural world.
I typed it up
without line breaks as I wasn't sure what form the poem would take. I took it
to two of my critique groups, plus one editor, and with their feedback I pulled
out all the flabby language and set it in couplets.
Where were you when you started to
actually write the poem? And please
describe the place in great detail. I remember it was
evening when my husband was gone and our dog sleeping, so I had a bubble of
quiet in which to write. I sat in my favorite corner of the couch and started
free-writing the first draft.
What month and year did you start writing this poem?
How many drafts of this poem did you
write before going to the final? (And can you share a photograph of your rough
drafts with pen markings on it?) 6 drafts.
Were there any lines in any of your
rough drafts of this poem that were not in the final version? And can you share them with us? “We
will not be allowed to gain or lose weight/ as the coverall must last a
lifetime.”
What do you want readers of this poem to take from this poem? I believe God runs through us and this world He created. If we deny our innate spirituality and turn to, say, a more technological or virtual world, we will lose our link to God. That sounds so pompous, but I can’t help see everything in the universe is united in Spirit. If our stewardship of this planet we've been tasked with truly fails, a toothpick could become our only relic to not just this fragile but beautiful planet, but God. There will be ritual, perhaps, but it will be devoid of spirituality.
Which part of the poem was the most
emotional of you to write and why? Believe it or not, the first couplet. The image of a toothpick used once
and left on a napkin seemed to hold so much sadness. I can imagine someone
saying, There are so many toothpicks Kate, what’s the big deal? I’m
sure that’s what many folks thought about the Passenger pigeon, a species so
numerous they blackened skies when in flight and broke branches when their
hordes alighted in trees, until there was only Martha left (the last Passenger
pigeon) (Above Left). And when she died, that species was extinct.
Has this poem been published before?
And if so where?
The poem was published in Tar River Review in 2017
Relics
I never feel so alone
as when I see
a used toothpick left on a damp
napkin.
Think of the birches
God made, their bright paper unraveling
—a grove of bandages with shivering
leaves.
Trees rattled to the
ground with a chop,
stripped and crafted into picks for
teeth.
In the future, we
will be issued white coveralls
and one toothpick from the
government.
A splinter from the
last birch forest,
the toothpick will be micro-chipped
for ID
To Be Kept On Your
Person At All Times.
We’ll be all business, no time for
cocktails.
When the president
walks in, every official will stand
and touch their breast pocket with
the toothpick,
the one thing they
know connects us with holiness.
Anything you would like to add? This
poem was very important to me because I think I was able to convey my spiritual
beliefs, this unique, fragile and beautiful world of which we are in danger of
destroying and a touch of the absurd. Poets I'm reading right now are Connie
Wanek (https://www.facebook.com/connie.wanek), Gerald Stern
(https://www.facebook.com/Gerald-Stern-174565571426/), Ocean Vuong (https://www.oceanvuong.com/), Philip Larkin (http://philiplarkin.com/) and a host of others. There's
plenty of surrealism, humor, wisdom and great beauty in all these poets' work.
Kate Peper grew up amidst a large and lively family in an old hunting lodge in Edina, Minnesota, surrounded by five acres of woods that provided her hours of exploration and solitude. All this figured prominently in Kate’s early artwork, beginning with drawing and watercolor and later inspiring her poetry. After college, she found work as an animator and moved to California in 1994 to work in the then-thriving educational games industry. In the mid-2000s, she designed high-end carpets in San Francisco. All along, poetry and watercolor were her constant preoccupations and have been her main focus for the past 10 years. She has taught creative writing as part of California Poets in the Schools as well as to older adults in retirement communities. She lives just north of San Francisco with her husband Bruce and their dog Hannah.
http://www.peperprojects.com
BACKSTORY OF THE POEM
LINKS
001 December 29, 2017
Margo
Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”
002 January 08, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake
Café”
003 January 12, 2018
Barbara
Crooker’s “Orange”
004 January 22, 2018
Sonia
Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”
005 January 29, 2018
Ellen
Foos’s “Side Yard”
006 February 03, 2018
Susan
Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”
007 February 09, 2018
Leslea
Newman’s “That Night”
008 February 17, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”
009 February 24, 2018
Charles
Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”
010 March 03, 2018
Scott
Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”
011 March 10, 2018
Anya
Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”
012 March 17, 2018
Angela
Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”
013 March 24, 2018
Jan
Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”
014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim
Honjo’s “Colors”
015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn
Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”
016 April 27, 2018
Beth
Copeland’s “Reliquary”
017 May 12, 2018
Marlon
L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”
018 May 25, 2018
Juliet
Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”
019 June 09, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”
020 June 16, 2018
Charles
Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”
021 July 05, 2018
Marla
Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”
022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s
“Studying Ariel”
023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus
Zombie”
024 July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag
2016”
025 August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only
Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”
026 August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In
the Details”
027 August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen
Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”
028 August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two
Deaths”
029 August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s
“Faces in a Crowd”
030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The
Risking Point”
031 September 24,
2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After
We Drove”
032 October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s
“Astral”
033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have
A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”
034 October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache
Peaches of Heaven”
035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s
“Sobriety”
036 October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The
Second Breakfast”
037 November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s
“Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”
038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s
“Women of the Fields”
039 November 00, 2018
Gordon Hilger’s “Poe”
040 November 16, 2018
Rita Quillen’s “My
Children Question Me About Poetry” and “Deathbed Dreams”
041 November 20, 2018
Jonathan Kevin Rice’s
“Dog Sitting”
042 November 22, 2018
Haroldo Barbosa Filho’s
“Mountain”
043 November 27, 2018
Megan Merchant’s “Grief Flowers”
044 November 30, 2018
Jonathan P Taylor’s
“This poem is too neat”
045 December 03, 2018
Ian Haight’s “Sungmyo
for our Dead Father-in-Law”
046 December 06, 2018
Nancy Dafoe’s “Poem in
the Throat”
047 December 11, 2018
Jeffrey Pearson’s “Memorial
Day”
048 December 14, 2018
Frank Paino’s “Laika”
049 December 15, 2018
Jennifer Martelli’s
“Anniversary”
O50 December 19, 2018
Joseph Ross’s “For Gilberto Ramos, 15, Who Died in
the Texas Desert, June 2014”
051 December 23, 2018
“The Persistence of
Music”
by Anatoly Molotkov
052 December 27, 2018
“Under Surveillance”
by Michael Farry
053 December 28, 2018
“Grand Finale”
by Renuka Raghavan
054 December 29, 2018
“Aftermath”
by Gene Barry
055 January 2, 2019
“&”
by Larissa Shmailo
056 January 7, 2019
“The Seamstress:
by Len Kuntz
057 January 10, 2019
"Natural History"
by Camille T Dungy
058 January 11, 2019
“BLOCKADE”
by Brian Burmeister
059 January 12, 2019
“Lost”
by Clint Margrave
060 January 14, 2019
“Menopause”
by Pat Durmon
061 January 19, 2019
“Neptune’s Choir”
by Linda Imbler
062 January 22, 2019
“Views From the
Driveway”
by Amy Barone
063 January 25, 2019
“The heron leaves her
haunts in the marsh”
by Gail Wronsky
064 January 30, 2019
“Shiprock”
by Terry Lucas
065 February 02, 2019
“Summer 1970, The
University of Virginia Opens to Women in the Fall”
by Alarie Tennille
066 February 05, 2019
“At School They Learn
Nouns”
by Patrick Bizzaro
067 February 06, 2019
“I Must Not Breathe”
by Angela Jackson-Brown
068 February 11, 2019
“Lunch on City Island,
Early June”
by Christine Potter
069 February 12, 2019
“Singing”
by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
070 February 14, 2019
“Daily Commute”
by Christopher P. Locke
071 February 18, 2019
“How Silent The Trees”
by Wyn Cooper
072 February 20, 2019
“A New Psalm
of Montreal”
by Sheenagh Pugh
073 February 23, 2019
“Make Me A
Butterfly”
by Amy Barbera
074 February 26, 2019
“Anthem”
by Sandy Coomer
075 March 4, 2019
“Shape of a Violin”
by Kelly Powell
076 March 5, 2019
“Inward Oracle”
by J.P. Dancing Bear
077 March 7, 2019
“I Broke
My Bust Of Jesus”
by Susan Sundwall
078 March 9, 2019
“My Mother
at 19”
by John Guzlowski
079 March 10, 2019
“Paddling”
by Chera Hammons Miller
080 March 12, 2019
“Of Water
and Echo”
by Gillian Cummings
081 082
083 March 14, 2019
“Little
Political Sense” “Crossing Kansas with
Jim
Morrison” “The Land of Sky and Blue Waters”
by Dr. Lindsey
Martin-Bowen
084 March 15, 2019
“A Tune To
Remember”
by Anna Evans
085 March 19, 2019
“At the
End of Time (Wish You Were Here)
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
086 March 20, 2019
“Garden of
Gethsemane”
by Marletta Hemphill
087 March 21, 2019
“Letters
From a War”
by Chelsea Dingman
088 March 26, 2019
“HAT”
by Bob Heman
089 March 27, 2019
“Clay for
the Potter”
by Belinda Bourgeois
#090 March 30, 2019
“The Pose”
by John Hicks
#091 April 2, 2019
“Last
Night at the Wursthaus”
by Doug Holder
#092 April 4, 2019
“Original
Sin”
by Diane Lockward
#093 April 5, 2019
“A Father
Calls to his child on liveleak”
by Stephen Byrne
#094 April 8, 2019
“XX”
by Marc Zegans
#095 April 12, 2019
“Landscape
and Still Life”
by Marjorie Maddox
#096 April 16, 2019
“Strawberries
Have Been Growing Here for Hundreds of
Years”
by Mary Ellen Lough
#097 April 17, 2019
“The New
Science of Slippery Surfaces”
by Donna Spruijt-Metz
#098 April 19, 2019
“Tennessee
Epithalamium”
by Alyse Knorr
#099 April 20, 2019
“Mermaid,
1969”
by Tameca L. Coleman
#100 April 21, 2019
“How Do
You Know?”
by Stephanie
#101 April 23, 2019
“Rare Book
and Reader”
by Ned Balbo
#102 April 26, 2019
“THUNDER”
by Jefferson Carter
#103 May 01, 2019
“The sight
of a million angels”
by Jenneth Graser
#104 May 09, 2019
“How to
tell my dog I’m dying”
by Richard Fox
#105 May 17, 2019
“Promises
Had Been Made”
by Sarah Sarai
#106 June 01, 2019
“i sold
your car today”
by Pamela Twining
#107 June 02, 2019
“Abandoned
Stable”
by Nancy Susanna Breen
#108 June 05, 2019
“Cupcake”
by Julene Tripp Weaver
#109 June 6, 2019
“Bobby’s
Story”
by Jimmy Pappas
#110 June 10, 2019
“When You
Ask Me to Tell You About My Father”
by Pauletta Hansel
#111 Backstory of the
Poem’s
“Cemetery
Mailbox”
by Jennifer Horne
#112 Backstory of the Poem’s
“Relics”
by Kate Peper