Enjoy this interview with Mary Jo Balistreri about her new book, Gathering the Harvest. This interview is part of The Next Big Thing interview project. As a bonus, we posted one of Mary Jo's poems from her book at the end of the interview.
“THE NEXT BIG THING” asks writers to self-interview about their books
with 7-8 designated questions, post somewhere in the blog-o-sphere and then
“tag” (5) writers for the next week to do the same. Mary Jo Balistreri
has been tagged by Karla Huston (www.karlahuston.com)
What is the working title of the book?
Gathering the Harvest
Where did the idea come from for the
book?
Originally I thought about a chapbook that dealt with my experience of throat cancer, cellular collapse, and almost death. Not expecting to live, and living fully was something I wanted to share. I sent the manuscript to Tiger’s Eye for a critique which was positive. Before that my writers’ group and a special poet friend encouraged me. I never submitted it. Decided that I wanted to continue writing poems rather
than market them probably because I had thought I’d never write again.
What actors would you choose to play the
part of your characters in a
movie rendition?
I’d want Meryl Streep to play the main character. She is
interested in art and music as I am, is married to a sculptor, and both
of my parents were creative. She plays with emotional depth and courage,
and her passion for what she does feels similar. As a model of a strong
independent woman, one who loves and lives deeply, she would understand what it
is like to be thought dead and live with the consequences of both loss
and joy.
What is the one sentence synopsis of
your book?
A blurber says it is both an elegy and a quiet
celebration—an elegy for a world either lost or never fully realized, but a
celebration too, of all that remains, survives and flourishes.
How long did it take you to write the
first draft of the manuscript?
The cancer
part of the book was begun in 2008, but there are poems much earlier
than that as well. I just wrote the poems as they came with no particular idea
in mind. When I realized I it was time to take stock of what I had accumulated,
and finally do something about it, the idea of a book came back strong. I had
published a chapbook in December with none of
the poems in this present book. There were more poems that had been
published, some which had won awards so I decided on a book. I
brought 90 some poems to a friend and advisor and we discussed what the book
could look like. She spent time thinking about an arc, sections, etc. and was
most encouraging and supportive. I found a way to include some art poems and
then at a certain point, my daughter and I spread the poems all over the floor
like pieces of a puzzle. The arc of the book presented itself, the title. The
cover.
Who or what inspired you to write this
book?
Having cancer
and its aftermath inspired the book, and the thought that this was
a second chance. When I finally left the hospital, I could not even write
my name. With the support of all my poet friends, and one in particular who
never gave up on me, I slowly came back to writing. I wanted to
share that experience knowing there were many people out there who
thought they’d never do certain things again—that their life was over. I
wanted to show that great loss changes one; life will be different, but
it can be lived with richness and even more meaning. It seemed a
great opportunity to convey that. So I had circled back to the original
intended chapbook.
What else about your book might pique
the reader’s interest?
I’m very happy
with the cover art—done by a young graphic designer and poet, Chrys Heidel who
lives in Delaware. It shows so well a life moving forward toward
harvest, reaping all the world has to offer.
Will your book be self-published or
represented by an agency?
The book was
published in November by Bellowing Ark
Press in Shoreline, Washington. I had worked with editor and publisher,
Robert Ward, on my
first book and knew that that he worked closely with authors and
sought to produce the best book possible.
Solace in December by Mary Jo Balistreri
hold us, two old friends, as we sip licorice tea,
steep in the slow burn of fireplace logs.
It is almost quiet. The lowered sun
streams through western windows,
The Singing Bowls of
Tibet hanging
sound in the air.
The meditation garden in the corner
filled with plants and statues of Buddha, is golden
in this late afternoon. We begin to release
what we had held within—the shock of cancer,
a grandson’s death. The shattered sound of letting go.
As we talk, the Laughing Buddha near the door
takes off his dull black coat,
offers us one polished by light.
