The
Kansas Humanities Council announced Wyatt Townley as the fourth Poet Laureate
of Kansas on May 2. She will serve a two-year term as advocate for literary
arts across the state. Her most recent book of poetry, The Afterlives of
Trees (Woodley, 2012), won a Kansas Notable Book Award. Townley is a yoga
teacher and dancer as well as a poet. She is author of Kansas City Ballet: The
First Fifty Years (Kansas City Star Books, 2007). Denise Low, Kansas Poet Laureate 2009-11, interviews Townley about poetry
and how it relates to yoga and dance.
Denise
Low: Yoga, dance, and
poetry all fit organic forms into set order. In what way(s) do you see your
poems like dance steps or poses?
Wyatt Townley: Steps and poses.... Neither. I’m anti-pose. But
dance and yoga come into play all the time in my poetry. The problems in
composition are similar. What is inevitable and organic that flows from the
last motion—or word—to the next one? That’s a very basic place to start. In
poetry, just as in choreography, the next word must be born out of the word
before it. There’s an inevitability there—which is not the same as
predictability—that creates flow and motion. From another angle, dancers and
yogis are always seeking to move beyond the edges of the body into space. The
poem, too, has to get off the page. It can’t just lie there. Its instincts are
kinetic.
Denise
Low: How is verse
different from art forms that use the body?
Wyatt Townley: Books last longer than bodies.
When I was a kid, I thought that poetry and dance were at opposite ends of the
spectrum—poetry arguably the most refined of the verbal arts, dance arguably
the most refined of the nonverbal. Pursuing them both felt like straddling two
worlds, doing the splits! I don’t think that anymore. The body is a poem,
writing itself with every breath. And poems affect us physically, a la Dickinson’s
crown chakra opening: “If I feel
physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
These days I’m interested in big-picture connections, not small-picture
distinctions.
Denise
Low: Your poetry
manipulates space in so many ways. In "Skeleton Key," for example,
you write "Insert the tailbone/into the sky/turn slowly, unlocking." Are
you thinking spatially as you compose?
Wyatt Townley: Partly. For me the poem itself
comes out of a sense of spaciousness, something—somewhere—bigger. And as poets
we’re trying to translate that expansion to the page—through compression!
Another paradox. Part of what we are doing in yoga is expanding time and space.
We’re exploring the space between things—between breaths, between heartbeats,
between vertebrae, between the eyebrows, and so on. By retraining the breath
and slowing it down, we find we can also cover more territory with it; so we
get both more time (slower) and more space (deeper). The same thing happens in
the poem, through the use of breath and white space—all the little choices one
makes down the page in terms of placement, rhythm, sound, punctuation,
enjambment, stanza break—either slowing down or speeding up time. So as poets
we’re exploring the use of time in terms of space, just as dancers do. The
book-length poem I’m working on now, called “Rewriting the Body,” runs with this idea.
Denise
Low: How does the sky
influence your sense of space?
Wyatt Townley: We think of the sky as above
us, but of course we’re in the sky and the sky’s in us. We breathe it in and
out, and rearrange it with every step. This is still revelatory to me. I’ve
always been fascinated by space, as so many of us Kansans are, with our great
view of the stars. My dad was an amateur astronomer and would spend hours
setting up his telescope so he could help us understand where we are. I’m still
working on that! But you’re right—and I’d never really thought of it in this
way—space is a big theme for me, from personal space in and around the body all
the way out to the cosmos, micro to macro.
Denise
Low: Paul Muldoon has a
lovely essay about the moment before a poem comes into being. What is that
moment, that tipping point, for you?
Wyatt
Townley: It’s an intriguing
question, but I’m going to give a practical answer. For me the poem starts with
a decision to sit down, the old “Apply
the seat of the pants to the chair.” Maybe that’s the distinction
between poetry and dance: the poet’s gotta sit down, the dancer’s gotta stand
up. It’s a good mix.
Denise Low: Here is one of my favorite poems from The Afterlives of Trees (Woodley):
Tracks by Wyatt Townley
Follow the children who follow the creek.
Their bright clothes fold into trees
and they’re gone. How you’ve grown—
too slow to keep up, too dogged
to turn back. Forget the list in your pocket.
See what you’ve missed. Deep in the woods
the wind erases the way you came. All paths
lead here. Beside you the tracks of a wild turkey,
and earlier, a raccoon retracing its steps.
There a deer paused, perfect disguise,
and here we all are, leaving ourselves
behind. We fold into trees and are gone.
(copyright Wyatt Townley, reprinted with permission)