{"id":903,"date":"2021-12-05T10:45:35","date_gmt":"2021-12-05T10:45:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/?p=903"},"modified":"2021-12-05T10:45:35","modified_gmt":"2021-12-05T10:45:35","slug":"lone-star-listens-chen-chen-on-poetry-and-texas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.etypegoogle10.com\/?p=903","title":{"rendered":"Lone Star Listens: Chen Chen on Poetry and Texas"},"content":{"rendered":"

Lubbock poet Chen Chen has been featured on the PBS Newshour and in OUT magazine. He is the author of When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities<\/em>, winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize from BOA Editions, and a Kundiman and Lambda Literary Fellow. His work has appeared in publications such as Poetry, The Massachusetts Review, The Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day, Best of the Net, and The Best American Poetry. He spoke with us via email last week. Chen\u2019s poem “Things Stuck in Other Things Where They Don\u2019t Belong\u201d is reprinted following this interview, with the author’s permission.<\/span><\/p>\n

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LONE STAR LITERARY LIFE: Chen, you were born in China, and raised in China until you were three. What brought you to the U.S., and how has being an immigrant affected your life?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

CHEN CHEN: <\/strong>My father decided he wanted to study in the States. He started off as a graduate student in religion at Texas Christian University and then eventually switched to education. He lived in Texas on his own for a bit, before my mother and I came. It was a difficult decision for my mother, since she loved the big network of family and friends she had in China\u2014coming to the United States meant leaving behind a whole life. As for the second question, I can say that being an immigrant has deeply affected my sense of family structure…most of my extended family still lives in China. But really, I\u2019m not sure I can answer that question in any satisfying way here; I think I wrote my first book in order to answer that question. I\u2019m still answering that question. Basically, being an immigrant has affected every aspect of my life. Understanding the specifics of different stories of immigration is so important. I wish the phrase \u201cthe immigrant experience\u201d didn\u2019t exist, because it seems silly to me, this idea that there\u2019s some general or monolithic experience of something so complicated.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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When were you first attracted to poetry?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I always loved and found mysterious the sonic texture of language, which I think is central to a love of poetry. I remember finding a copy of Louise Gl\u00fcck\u2019s Vita Nova in a friend\u2019s house in high school. I just started flipping through it and got entranced by the musicality and imagery of the work. I ended up borrowing the book. When I finally returned it, my friend said she\u2019d never seen that book before, though maybe it belonged to her older sister, who was in college. But I don\u2019t remember talking to her sister about the book; I remember talking to her. In any case, it was a gift, stumbling upon that poetry collection. Gl\u00fcck remains one of my favorite contemporary poets.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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You are pursuing a PhD in Creative Writing at Texas Tech. What made you decide to be a Red Raider?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I heard wonderful things about the folks coming out of the program, poets like Christine Kitano, George David Clark, Rebecca Gayle Howell, Chloe Honum. They were publishing their first books, getting tenure-track teaching jobs, and continuing to write poems I admire. So, that was a major factor: seeing what amazing things graduates of this program were doing. And then, honestly, the high funding rank. Especially for poets, good and stable financial support can be hard to find.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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You\u2019ve won prizes and fellowships and have been published many times and received a number of honors. Can you describe for readers your first professional break as a poet?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I would say getting into the MFA program at Syracuse was an important turning point. I wasn\u2019t expecting to get into a fully funded MFA program, so it was immensely validating that that happened.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Which Texas poets do you enjoy reading?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Currently, I\u2019m obsessed with Chloe Honum\u2019s poetry. She\u2019s a graduate of the Texas Tech creative writing program and now an assistant professor at Baylor University. Her work just blows me away. I highly recommend checking out her poem \u201cSpring,\u201d which was published in Poetry.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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What is your creative process like? Do you write every day? Do you have certain writing rituals?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I have a very messy creative process. I don\u2019t follow any sort of set schedule. Sometimes I wish I did. And when I was in a residency for a month in Ithaca, New York, I had a schedule that came about organically\u2014I just had so much time to write and I was constantly inspired by seeing what my fellow residents were up to. But usually, I go poem to poem, draft to draft, whenever and however I can.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019m going to ask you the question that I ask every teacher who is also a writer? Can writing be taught? Why or why not?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Craft can be taught. How to give and how to use feedback imaginatively can be taught. I do think writers need trusted readers, but the workshop format of critiquing stops being all that useful at a certain point. You just need people who understand what you\u2019re trying to do and who will also push you. I agree with the perspective that a startling, deeply idiosyncratic vision cannot be taught\u2026but I also think that reading widely and attentively helps you build a vision that is yours. I don\u2019t know if I buy it that some people are just born with it. I\u2019ve found that opportunity and access to resources have a lot to do with how much people are able to pursue and develop their creative impulse.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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What is your favorite part of poetry? Performing or writing? Why?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Writing. Because it always surprises me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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What’s your take on the growing interest in poetry slams, open mic nights, and storytelling venues?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I love that more people get to participate in this weirdness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Last question: Most important! What has surprised you about Texas the most?<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

How incredibly varied this state is, culturally, politically, and weather-wise. I mean, it\u2019s a giant state, so it makes sense how different it is from region to region. At the moment, I\u2019m in Houston for a reading event and I realized I forgot what serious humidity feels like. It feels like you are walking around inside a sauna all the time but you\u2019re not sweating out in some cleansing, spiritual way, you\u2019re just getting dehydrated. But I\u2019m very excited to be reading here. In an air-conditioned space.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Things Stuck in Other Things Where They Don\u2019t Belong<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My mother one afternoon in a cowboy hat, sitting on a Texan bench of hay.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Me in the same configuration of time, space, & cowboy hat.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The memory in my brain like a boulder in a haystack, like a bad joke.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The sun in our faces.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The year we spent in Fort Worth, Texas, our first year in M\u0115igu\u00f3.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The fluent Not-English I spoke in kindergarten.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The blond boy from Germany in the same sandbox with me, laughing at my jokes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His name, Eammon, like Amen,<\/span> unlike any Chinese or American name<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d ever heard, a ticklish raindrop<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in my ears.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The soy sauce + Tabasco sauce + mud in my \u201csoups.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The same ingredients + sugar in my \u201cpies.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Me in the biggest kitchen I\u2019d ever seen, running around the \u201cisland,\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

chased by an elderly white man my father said to call my \u201cTexas grandpa.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My father with his full head of black hair & British-inflected English<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in the graduate religion program at Texas Christian University.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The grease-tang of kung pao chicken in my mother\u2019s shirts,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in my mother\u2019s far-away look, after shifts.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Bengal tigers in the tightly fenced \u201cforest habitat\u201d in the zoo Eammon & I visited.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The sand in our shoes, the sun in our faces<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

as we sweated over castle fortification, all afternoon.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Goodbye I placed in Eammon\u2019s ear.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The motels & motels I played Power Rangers in, leaving Texas<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

because my father had won a scholarship.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The way I came to learn the French word for \u201cscar\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

by seeing it over & over in a French Harry Potter,<\/span> in my American head,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

in the small bald spot on the left side of my head,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

which I received one afternoon in Texas,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

when I was the skinniest, sincerest Superman, & flew into the kitchen<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

where my mother was removing from the stove<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

a saucepan of milk, still boiling,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

& we bumped into each other\u2014\u201ccicatrice.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The cicatrice of Eammon\u2019s Christmas card, once kept bedside,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

now in a box, a basement.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My dream in the motels that my father\u2019s scholarship<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

was a type of ship & soon we\u2019d get to ride it<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

& reach Massachusetts, a vast<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

snowy island.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Praise for Chen Chen\u2019s<\/span> When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does Millennial poetry look like? One answer might be this wild debut from Chen Chen. He seems to run at the mouth, free-associating wildly, switching between lingo and \u2018higher\u2019 forms of diction. Nothing\u2019s out of bounds or off limits, no culture too \u2018pop\u2019 to find its place in poetry . . . nor anything too silly to point the way toward serious aims. And yet this is a deeply serious and moving book about Chinese-American experience, young love, poetry, family, and the family one makes amongst friends.\u201d \u2014NPR Books<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cThe collection, as the title itself suggests, is about \u2018further possibilities,\u2019 about revising, reinventing, and reimagining the relational modes we currently have. If we are all tasked with being ‘someone \u2018for\u2019 someone else\u2014a son, a friend, a partner, a student, \u2018a dear love,\u2019 we cannot afford to be complacent or static in the ways that we inhabit and think about those relations. Interdependence is at the heart of Chen\u2019s writing, and if we are to survive in these troubled times, we must continue to believe that there really are new ways to find the impossible honey.\u201d \u2014Up the Staircase Quarterly<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cThe word \u2018stanza\u2019 means one thing when it refers to a poem: a snippet of text, a line or several. In Italian, it means \u2018room.\u2019 Poet Chen Chen combines those definitions when he writes, thinking: what should be in the room of this poem? In his earlier work, he began to answer that question with pieces that explored his own intersecting identities, parts of himself that other people told him could not exist at once…\u201d \u2014PBS Newshour<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cChen Chen refuses to be boxed in or nailed down. He is a poet of Whitman\u2019s multitudes and of Langston Hughes\u2019s blues, of Dickinson\u2019s \u2018so cold no fire can warm me\u2019 and of Michael Palmer\u2019s comic interrogation. What unifies the brilliance of When I Grow up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities<\/span> is a voice desperate to believe that within every one of life\u2019s sadnesses there is also hope, meaning, and\u2014if we are willing to laugh at ourselves\u2014humor. This is a book I wish existed when I first began reading poetry. Chen is a poet I\u2019ll be reading for the rest of my life.\u201d \u2014Jericho Brown<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cChen Chen is already one of my favorite poets ever. Funny, absurd, bitter, surreal, always surprising, and deeply in love with this flawed world. I\u2019m in love with this book.\u201d \u2014Sherman Alexie<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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