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Mini-interview: Kim Fahner

Kim Fahner came across my radar thanks to VERSeFest’s readings by poet laureates, held at the NAC in 2017. I went to everything at the fest, and was taken by her happy glow.

I have since read her first book, got her second book, and follow her social media. You can see her past readings.

She’s the Ontario rep for The Writers Union of Canada and the former poet laureate of Sudbury as well as a mentor and teacher of young poets.

Emptying the Ocean by Kim Fahner

PP:Your book, Emptying the Ocean sounds like a rich exploration of myth and personal coming to the age of self-sureness. The cover suggests a deep dive to swim through history, personal and international. How was the making?

KF: To be honest, I learned the most from shaping and re-shaping the manuscript, trying to sequence the poems in a certain way. In the beginning, with its first incarnation, the collection felt like a ‘waterworld,’ whereas the previous one (These Wings) was about air and birds. When we began meeting on Zoom to speak about the poems, and the sequencing, Micheline Maylor-Kovitz and I spoke about the natural elements (water, earth, fire, air) that were quite obviously present in my poems. It’s strange, how you can be too close to your work, to not be able to see something clearly. In her role as a poetry editor, Micheline was very good about asking me, as a poet, to think critically about my work, and she was instrumental in suggesting the architectural structure of the collection, as it exists now.  

PP: Yes, I have worked with Micheline too. She has a wonderfully sharp clear eye for patterns and details.

Your twitter handle ModernIrish indicates your relationship with Ireland.

KF: I have always been drawn to stories of ancient Irish and druidic beliefs, so Micheline and I began to speak about the Irish spirit wheel—the Celtic wheel of the year, as it’s also called—and I began to explore the notion of an immram as a framework in building the architecture of this collection. The immrama were a body of journeying stories wherein a hero made a journey to the Otherworld by stopping at various islands along the way.

The earliest immram stories can be traced back to the 7th and 8th centuries in Ireland. The ‘islands’ encountered throughout a ancient sea journey off the coast of Ireland or Scotland can be seen as metaphors for various life events and experiences in a person’s life. Once I could sense and see the shape of the manuscript, things began to solidify. The idea of evolution of self, too, and of the powerful female figures in Irish lore who shapeshift in magical ways, felt like a good metaphor for me, as a woman at just-past-mid-life. 

PP: Wow, fascinating. I haven’t heard of any of that. What was your most satisfying part of making the book?

What’s most satisfying, with this book, is that I know how much work and care has gone into it, especially this year, which has been challenging for me in terms of my health. It is the collection that best reflects me as a woman and a poet. To me, it feels brave, sensual, liminal, mythopoetic, and intimate. It’s my heart, mind, and soul, turned inside out in words.  

PP: Wow. Fabulous. I’m curious, when did you first feel your essential self connected to Ireland and its story? I grew up identifying as Irish but after visiting Ireland in my twenties, I somehow lost that, but then I don’t read Irish writers as you do. 

KF: Growing up, my mother’s family gathered me in. My grandmother and her sisters were excellent storytellers. Two of my great-aunts, Norah and Maureen Kelly, were both teachers, so I recall some of my earliest times were spent sitting snuggled next to them while they read to us as children. They taught me about William Butler Yeats’ poems, but also about the stories of Irish legend, folklore, and history. I still have a number of  very old books that they gave me as a girl, including Sinead De Valera’s Fairy Tales of Ireland, Yeats’ Irish Folk Stories and Fairy Tales, and Mary McGarry’s Great Folk Tales of Old Ireland. Other children might’ve been reading traditional European faery tales, but I was learning about the Children of Lir, selkies, Cuchulain, the Kildare Pooka, Fionn Mac Cumhaill, Brigid, Oisin, Tir na Nog, and the Sidhe. I started reading beyond the stories that my great-aunts gave me, researching the folklore.

Norah and Maureen, along with my other great-aunt, Clare Kelly, drew me in with their family stories and Irish songs. My grandmother, Alice Ennis, was the one who gave me my first lined notebook to write poems in, way back when I was in high school. Sometimes, other people can see your gifts more clearly than you can, and those four women encouraged me in my earliest writings.

At university, at undergrad, my thesis was on Yeats and his mystic poetry. I followed the faeries that wove themselves through his work, but then explored his love of mysticism and then researched his work in the Irish Renaissance. He went back in time, pulling up symbols that would encourage the Irish rebels in their struggles. It was, I found, a fascinating time in Irish history, that time just before, during, and after the Easter Rising of 1916, especially in terms of a resurgence in traditional music, language, literature, and the gathering of folklore by people like Yeats and Lady Gregory.  

At Carleton, my Master’s thesis was focused on the politics of Seamus Heaney’s bog poetry. At the same time, I began to read more and more modern Irish writers, including more of Yeats, Joyce, Kavanagh, Muldoon, Behan, Wilde, Synge, Boland, and then I threw in some Roddy Doyle, as well, for good contemporary measure. A classmate nicknamed me “Modern Irish” and that kind of stuck for a long time. 

PP: You recently read in Sudbury and are touring. What marks the most pleasurable ways a reading can go?

I love reading at home because it’s a nice way to thank people for their support over the years. Sudburians—and folks across Northern Ontario–have been very supportive of my work as a poet and writer over the years, and I’m so very grateful for that kindness. Touring is always lovely because you get to see poet friends in other cities, and sometimes reconnect with readers who have purchased previous books. That’s a bit surreal, but really flattering, when they mention specific poems that they love. 

The most pleasurable thing about doing readings, whether at home or away, is looking up from the page to see people falling into the magic of the poem being read aloud. Sometimes, I’ll see someone nod, or smile, or hear an ‘mmmm’ and that is—to be honest—the loveliest, most genuine response. I want people to hear poems and feel the poems resonate in their bodies. That, for me, is how poetry works: it’s embodied voice and story. 

PP: That is a sweet energy and something zoom readings can’t match. You do a lot of focus on books on your instagram. What have you read lately that lit you up?

KF: I read a lot. If I’m not writing, I’m reading and listening to music. I review a lot of poetry books, so I’m always reading new poetry from across Canada. This year, though, beyond my reviewing work, I fell in love with Doireann Ni Ghriofa’s A Ghost in the Throat. I can’t even explain how powerful I found it to be for me, as a woman and a writer. From the very first line—“This is a female text”—I was drawn in by the honesty and intensity of her voice. 

I also came to three books courtesy of my friend Yvonne Blomer, a Victoria poet, who suggested them in one of her poetry courses. Betsy Warland’s Breathing the Page: Reading the Act of Writing should be required reading for any creative writer. Another is John Koenig’s The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. In his preface, he writes about the book being “a compendium of new words for emotions. Its mission is to shine a light on the fundamental strangeness of being a human being—all the aches, demons, vibes, joys, and urges that are humming in the background of everyday life.” I just love it to pieces. It’s so beautifully made, is lovely to hold in your hands, and also it’s exciting to find new words and ideas that can serve as writing prompts for my work. The last book is In Fine Form: A Contemporary Look at Canadian Form Poetry, which was edited by Kate Braid and Sandy Shreve. I’ve learned so much about poetic forms I hadn’t studied before this year, and I’ve begun writing form poems with greater certainty and confidence.

PP: What is life’s focus there these days, literary or otherwise?

My focus these days is mostly on getting well. This year, Long Covid has been a harsh reality.

People would rather pretend the pandemic is over, but there are so many of us who now struggle to live a different life, to make our lives vibrant in new ways. I’m hopeful that maybe, in a year or two, I’ll be stronger and will be able to return to doing the things I love most. It’s been a very hard year for me, very solitary because of health issues, and so this book is a bright light for me. 

PP: You have poems in the latest HaL. What other work can people read online? 

KF: I was so pleased to have those two poems published in the latest issue of HaL. It’s such a great group of writers in that issue, and I’m so honoured to be included. 

This year, I’ve had two poems, “Tiny Things” and “In Your Bones,” published in The Pi Review.

I’ve also had a hybrid piece called “torn” published via Carin Makuz’s The Litter I See project.

I was lucky to have a poem, “Seeking Refuge,” published in the anthology Poems in Response to Peril: An Anthology in Response to Ukraine. Again, I felt lucky to be with other poets whose work I admire.

I had a poem about faeries, “Passing Fancies,” that did well in a contest and was published in the American journal, Mythos Magazine, at “Passing Fancies”.

I’ve also had two pieces of flash fiction published this year: “Underwater,” in Dark Winter Literary Magazine at Underwater and “Portal,” in Talking About Strawberries All of the Time.

Beyond all of this, I keep reviewing poetry books. A couple were published in Herizons and Arc Poetry Magazine, but I’m also regularly reviewing for periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics. I love reviewing because I love taking the time and care to read poetry closely. I really believe that reviewing is an important part of creating a literary community across (and within) Canada. As writers, we need to honour and support one another’s work. I think reviewing helps to do that. I also learn how to be a better poet by reading other poets’ excellent work. They teach me, as I read their poetry, and I’m grateful for that. 

PP: I agree. If people do not talk about what they read, and invite dialogue, what we write collectively falls into a void. I’ve enjoyed reading your reviews.

Any author site, social media urls or upcoming events you’d like to plug?

KF: Yes, In a review at Freefall.

There are events at www.kimfahner.com

Thursday, November 17 – Wanted on the Voyage Reading Series (virtual) 

4pm (PST)/6pm (MT)/8pm (EST)/9pm (AST) Featuring readings by Yvonne Blomer, Kim Fahner, Rachel Lebowitz, and Tanis MacDonald 

Tuesday, November 22 – Frontenac House Quartet launch (virtual. register for zoom link) 

6pm (MST), 8pm (EST/Ontario), 9pm (AST) – featuring the work of the four poets published by Frontenac this fall—Frances Boyle, Kim Fahner, Ben Gallagher, and Anvesh Jain.

Thursday, November 24 – Sudbury book launch of Emptying the Ocean  (in person and livestreamed) 

6:30pm Doors open for book sales, 7pm reading. Books are $20 (cash only). Music by Patrick McGuire. Place Des Arts, 27 Larch Street, Sudbury. (This event will also be livestreamed.)

ottawa small press fair

For the first time in almost 3 years the small press fair was back(!) thanks to rob mclennan. It was like old home week. So many people we haven’t seen for years, catching up with directions lives have moved. Lots of good conversations! (I was more than a little hoarse yesterday as a result. )

I got good table neighbours with Grant Wilkins of Grunge Papers and Catina Noble with her books of non-fiction how-to, short stories and memoirs. She’s also running a monthly poetry publication, Fiddles and Scribbles which is taking submissions.

David and Catina.

I gave Grant a break and didn’t chase him the camera this year. I’ve often gone table to table photographing the exhibitors but I gave that a pass this time on the keep it simple principle. An impression:

All the 40 tables were booked. Lots of new faces and familiar tables. 40-Watt Spotlight, above/ground, Apt 9, Arc, Book*hug, Canthius, Cornelius Designs, Coven Editions, Frontenac House, Seymour Hamilton, Proper Tales, Puddles of Sky, Riverbed Reading Series, Room 3o2, shreeking violet, Stuart Ross/Proper Tales, VII, and a lot of new like Turret House from Montreal, Wyrdsmith Press, Madison McSweeney, and All is Fiction. Some graphic offerings from Chris Lackie and print issues of Ottawa’s flo lit magazine. (Did Cactus Press come? I didn’t see them.)

A few people didn’t budge from their tables or buy from each other, or talk and that’s a opportunity lost.

People I spoke with seemed happy with sales. The crowd was pretty constant all day. That’s good for energies, to not have dead zones. Christian, rob and I put up posters, which generally helps.

As I was postering pre-sale, a group of women crossing the intersection, made a chorus of book sale? book sale? did I see book sale? One beelined to me and got directions. Another good moment was losing my end of the tape and, speaking to no one in particular, is anyone good at this? And a group of three women doubled back, and one said, I am, and found the end. Good Samaritans, they’re everywhere.

masks and coffee and cookies

Thanks to the lovely Christine McNair near the exhibitor catalogues and coffee, and free table, there were masks on hand for those who forgot, an air purifier, and, instead of the usual open boxes of cookies, sealed packages for hygiene. Lovely.

I had my first fruit roll up since I was a kid. How fun is that.

6 tables offered free chocolate. (Great minds.) I gave out wrapped brownies. Riverbed offered Lindt. And Christine Sung came round mid-afternoon as a snack fairy offering free banana muffins. It’s that sort of caring that makes a community.

I veer far into food column here. Books. There were also books. Some I had wanted to see in person. Blurbs and reviews are okay but I need to read a few random lines to see if I can hear something.

As do others. People could flip through the version of this small singing and a bunch enjoyed seeing how it came together.

Grant took a pic of my table. Everyone seemed to pick up Stephen Brockwell’s chapbook. Some sales of back list items but mostly it was the new chapbook that went.

I also think my improv tablecloth from my stash of quilt-materials was more cheerful and fitting than my usual tablecloth, where ever I cached that away.

I look forward to hunkering down with chapbooks and books I picked up.Whenever the cat lets me.

She thinks I should start with Frances Boyle’s book. You heard it here first. Cat-recommended.

A few people had postcards. James Hawes out of Montreal has started a press with a monthly chapbook coming out. Brokeback is already on issue 19 of the zine, which isn’t the one pictured incidentally.
the free table had a lot of treasures
puddles of sky has postcards and a new letter stamp issue that I’m in. Ralph Kolewe had a above/ground chappie that I missed.

Hope you all found some papery treasures lately. A few regulars were missing like a last hurrah from KFB, and Karen Schindler’s press couldn’t make it. Hope that come spring, some people who missed this fair, as exhibitors or browsers will be back.

Loved Then, Loved Now: Recipe for a Sidewalk

Kate Braid as a carpenter, as a capable woman. As a queer woman holding space for herself and others. This poem and poet struck me hard.

Recipe for a Sidewalk 

Pouring concrete is just like baking a cake. The main difference is
that first you build the pans. Call them forms. Think grand.

Mix the batter with a few simple ingredients: one shovel of sand
one shovel of gravel
a pinch of cement.
Add water until it looks right.
Depends how you like it.

Can be mixed by hand or with a beater called a Readi-Mix truck.
Pour into forms and smooth off.
Adjust the heat so it’s not too cold,
not too hot. Protect from rain.
Let cook until tomorrow.
Remove the forms and walk on it.
There is one big difference from cakes. This one will never disappear.
For the rest of your life your kids
will run on the same sidewalk, singing My mom baked this!

Kate Braid

It’s existence opening possibility more than any phrase within blew my 20-something mind.

And as I build a cabin, as we mix concrete, as we build piers, as we frame walls, I think of this poem.

on site, framing walls

It’s like Phil Hall says in The Ash Bell in a poem for Philip Levine there’s something about writing about the lost work glove. Concrete and real. And power in that. In “dried mud falling from the laces” He wrote “I miss what poetry/expected from me then/a hard go of it in silence/among strangers.” p. 84.

Locals Read

Red Bird Livem 1165 Bank St, Ottawa. Thurs Nov 17, 7:30pm

For One Night and One Night Only: 5 Ottawa poets who launched earlier during the pandemic: Susan Atkinson, Jacqueline Bourque, Conyer Clayton, Doris Fiszer and Deborah-Anne Tunney.

Books available for sale on site.