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 05-03-2016
 

 
Phillip B. Williams
 
First Words

A storm and so a gift.
     Its swift approach
          lifts gravel from the road.
A fence is flattened in
     the course of the storm's
          worse attempt at language--
thunder's umbrage. A tree
     is torn apart,
          blown upward through a bedroom
window. A boy winnows
     through the pile
          of shards for the sharpest parts
from the blown-apart
     glass. He has
          a bag that holds found edges
jagged as a stag's
     horns or smooth as
          a single pane smashed into
smaller panes that he sticks
     his hand inside
          to make blood web across
his acheless skin flexing
     like fish gills
          O-lipped for a scream
they cannot make.
     He wants to feel
          what his friends have felt,
the slant of fear on their faces
     he could never
          recreate, his body born
without pain. When his skin's
     pouting welts
          don't rake a whimper
from his mouth, he runs
     outside, arms up
          for the storm, aluminum
baseball bat held out
     to the sky
          until lightning, with an electric
tongue, makes his viscera
     luminescent;
          the boy's first word for pain
     is the light's
          new word for home.

 

Prayer

Help me distinguish between approaching blizzard
and his breath against my ear, causing my skin
to whistle like a blade of grass. Please, help me keep
my mind at ease when he trembles beneath me, cold-
hot and wet, wet all over. The sheets have been
soaked and wrung and bleached. The carpet
vacuumed, the kitchen floor swept. God, help me keep
a clean home, keep the roaches' running prayers
from competing with my own, keep the rats
from gnawing on the bread with filth and squeak.
Plastic won't keep ice crystals from making
a second pane over the window, won't keep
the don't-give-a-damn cold from coming in
and lingering beneath our feet. Give me feet
that can sing, that can sing all over this floor
like a drum battalion, stomp out the pests
and their late night coitus, stomp out winter
crawling from beneath the floorboard, stomp out
the fever pouring from his never-dry back.
I want to heal like You do. God, let me walk on water.

Witness

                                             According to America's Most Wanted, "Around 3:00 a.m. on February 17, 2005,
                                             New York City transit workers found two suspicious bags alongside the track at the
                                             Nostrand Avenue station in Brooklyn."

When Rashawn Brazell went missing,
the first trash bag of his body parts
hadn't seen his head, didn't know where
it could be. The subway tracks spat
no sparks for him; the stairway light
to the train flickered no S.O.S.;
the recycling plant uncoiled
no ribbon of six-pack plastic to offer
evidence, condolence. Workers
at the recycling plant found a morbid gift,
limbs bagged up like trash. No head
to say a name or claim his body scattered
like false clues across Brooklyn. A shovel
holds memory better than any mourner,
rain carrying the sweet sting of pine
in its translucent purse, bird shit
from a nearby headstone washed by a storm
to the ground; the shovel blade holds
it all--the tears and the grass and the rain's
borrowed scent covers the dead
with a choir of things to hold. Song
in the mother mourning, mourning
what is left to hold, holding her one
long note, holding on to its impossible
fermata, to the throat's quaking acreage,
to the diaphragm's bellow; the note holds on
and won't let go, is shaped by this holding,
and is changed by the woman it enters
and changes. Song is changed. She is changed.
And the city is lightless, O God so still.

                      -from Thief in the Interior

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Phillip B. Williams was born in Chicago, Illinois. He is the author of the chapbooks Bruised Gospels (Arts in Bloom Inc., 2011), Burn (YesYes Books, 2013), and a forthcoming collection, Thief in the Interior (Alice James Books, 2016). Williams is a Cave Canem graduate and the poetry editor of the online journal Vinyl Poetry. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Callaloo, Kenyon Review Online, The Southern Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, West Branch, Blackbird and others. Williams is currently a Chancellor’s Graduate fellow at Washington University in St. Louis, where he is completing an MFA in creative writing.
 
 
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Click here to view Phillip B. Williams "Poet's Sampler" feature at Boston Review
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A Review of Phillip B. Williams Thief in the Interior, first published at Publishers Weekly
 
Williams (Burn), editor of Vinyl Poetry and a 2013 Ruth Lilly Fellowship recipient, adroitly constructs a flowing personal narrative through such broader cultural issues as racism, religion, love, and homophobia. Speaking in a lyrically diverse delivery, and with emotions crackling within its formal constraints, Williams’s collection acts as a labyrinth of self-spun webs and a lament for the bleak pattern of police brutality inflicted on black bodies. The bodies of young black boys are sacrificed; the cocktail of dire circumstance and systemic inheritances are made even crueler in the daylight. In “Agenda,” Williams transforms the hoodie into a symbol of unspoken yet fierce brotherhood, while “The Force of Aperture” exposes the American Dream as “white writhing over black, the American aesthetic.” Reading the collection’s third section leaves bruises as Williams’s poetic I filters the speaker’s visceral reactions through various degrees of vulnerability. The bluntness and heat of such confessions produce a strange allure in the musicality of the lines and in the beating hearts behind the nameless characters profiled. More than a straightforward work of protest poetry, this book becomes a multitude of distinct voices into the collective sound of a larger movement.
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An Interview with Phillip B. Williams, by The Rumpus Poetry Book Club, edited by Brian Spears, first published at The Rumpus 

Camille D: Thanks for writing this beautiful, smart book. We need books like this in our world.

Phillip B. Williams: Oh thank you, Camille!!

Brian S: Yes, I agree with Camille. I hate to use the word “important” but this book deserves it.

Phillip B. Williams: It was terrifying to have it go out into the world because it reveals so much about my head space in the years it took to write it.

Camille D: You did the work. I remember coming across “Inheritance: Anthem” in a slush pile. So many poems in response to so many things happening in the world. But it takes a special someone to digest the horrors and find a way to make art that is also insight. The poem still blows me away.

Camille D: You say “the years it took to write it.” People are always curious how long it takes to bring a first book to completion. What’s your answer in this case?

Phillip B. Williams: Three. That particular poem was written in response to a friend of mine being arrested while protesting in St. Louis. I was depressed and feeling confined and the only thing I could do was try to figure out how to express that confinement.

Brian S: Yes! That poem works the visual level so well, and on the line level too.

Phillip B. Williams: How long it took is a hard question. I wrote most of the book in a year and a half but there is a poem in there that started from something I worked on in 2005 and a few from 2011. It took me working on several “collections” (all of which are abandoned) to get to this one.

Brian S: The outer ring on the first two pages seemed to me to resemble the rifling on a bullet, and then as the poem continues, I got the sense of that bullet tumbling as it flew through the air…

Molly: It was so interesting. It took me a long time—several pages—to determine that the lines outside were words, not just symbols. What drew you to that particular form?

Phillip B. Williams: The work of the several failed collections spans about seven years.

Camille D: And to follow up on both Molly and Brian’s questions/statements, are you one of the poets who composes in InDesign? I know Doug Kearney does that a lot. Or, did you start to compose this poem some other way and eventually you needed some design program to make it work?

Phillip B. Williams: ”Anthem” was my attempt at confinement but the poet friend I mentioned who was arrested also has a line about bodies making a circle around other bodies. I wanted to make that happen. The Miranda Rights seemed perfect because they are supposed to be part of a system that protects us and here we have officers slaughtering people and so many asking why.

I only know how to work in MS Word. I composed everything in the book using Word haha. It took some time, let me just say.

N: Along with all the questions about form and the play with formatting—was your choice to publish with Alice James Books and the fact that you as the author got to work on the publishing of the book a factor in choosing a publisher?

Brian S: You know, Word is a bloated program because it does a lot of stuff most people don’t need. But the upside is that it does a lot of stuff. 

Phillip B. Williams: Brian, I thought “handcuffs” at one time. The poem was originally called “Inheritance: Halo.”

Camille D: WHAT!!!?? Both the noose poem and anthem are design feats! Especially with that new knowledge in mind. I’d love to hear you talk a bit about the way you use repetition in this volume. Titles, tropes, whatever angle you’d like to take on that.

Phillip B. Williams: N, Alice James is amazing. I got so much say in the book’s production and they took great care of me.

Phillip B. Williams: It took so long to write those poems, Camille. Let me see, repetition. Can you tell me a couple things you noticed? It will be easier for me to respond with my thoughts that way.

Camille D: Well, the easiest one would be the repetition of the title “Inheritance.” The different ways you take on that idea.

Phillip B. Williams: Oh that came from a desire to connect the poems dealing with racialized oppression. I wanted to connect them with titles so that they were connected directly outside of theme. In this way, the idea of escaping what has been inherited, forcibly so, is always at the forefront of readers’ confrontation with the poems. It’s also one of the reasons why the word “black” in the penultimate section is also in bold. I wanted deliberate action. I was exhausted by the idea, the demand, to be subtle about race.

Molly: Yes, and I noticed some interesting and really lovely descriptions of light, e.g., page 6 (the end of the poem “first words”), page 10 (“vision in which the final blackbird disappears”).

Brian S: There were a number of poems that addressed God directly. I’m always intrigued by that because I come from a fundamentalist background and though I am no longer a believer, I still feel the power of that mode.

I sense that same exhaustion in the idea, the demand to be subtle about your queerness as well.

Phillip B. Williams: For me, God is the Creator, the Universe, Love itself. I believe in the idea of God but for me religion has always made it much more difficult to want to believe, which I know runs contrary. I had to leave religion in order to maintain a belief in God. So when I am channeling God I mean very much so this all-encompassing energy of power, compassion, but also because we canot fully understand God there is a tinge of anxiety too.

Oh I love light!! It’s so intangible and too it complicates things when we think about morality and race. For “Final Vision…” that light was the idea that the young man could have been more than what he was but those things were not even part of his desire. We want so much to moralize our dead but we hardly ever get to know them as people.

Camille D: Another would be that repetition of the salutation, “Dear Ms. Brazell-Jones.” That insistence on naming and speaking directly.

Phillip B. Williams: I want Ms. Brazell-Jones to have space where she was never allowed space. She did not get to say goodbye to her son. I can’t imagine how that feels.

Camille D: Can you talk about the title of the collection as a whole? I’ve got my ideas about it, but I’d love to hear in your words why you went for the phrase.

Have you ever heard what Jericho Brown says about God? He says that whenever we are touching another human being we are touching God. It’s beautiful, especially the way he says it. And revolutionary, as well.

Phillip B. Williams: Subtlety is fine but poetry for me is most exciting when it shows that it understands traditions then does what it wants anyway haha. I am a very tough reader of poems. I demand what I want and want it right away all the time. Silence is fantastic, but there have been so many poems sneaking around their true feelings and I wanted to try something else.

Jericho is so brilliant and has been a great mentor of mine. He makes it possible to love and be loved. He makes it easier for all of us.

Brian S: Moralize our dead and mythologize them as well, I think.

Phillip B. Williams: Yes, Brian, and myth-making is a big part of Thief in the Interior. The title comes from a lot. Oh my

Camille D: I love the nod to your understanding (and challenging of) traditions in your cheeky title “Often I am Permitted to Return to The City.”

N: I love that description about knowledge of tradition, but doing what you want anyway. With that in mind, who are some of the poets, authors, thinkers, people that influenced this collection?

Brian S: Such a great poem in a book full of them, Camille.

N: I have a feeling that I missed some of the play on tradition as I haven’t been as big of a reader of poetry until recently and have jumped into more contemporary poets without really going through the traditional canon.

Phillip B. Williams: Like how are we as readers thieves of experiences when we read poems, as poets when we transcribe experiences of others. What does it mean to write a poem of “witness” while having never witnessed a thing? What does it mean to write about desire when one has not really been in love. And to be already inside says something about danger! Also, Hip Hop, Jazz, other poets (like Duncan) are all echoes in the book. Is that thieving or riffing or remixing?

N, I hope that the book still has power even without knowing what traditions are being dismantled or summoned. That to me is way more important and I hope that you found pleasure in the experience you had. It means the world to me that everyone have individual connections, unique connections to my work

Robert Duncan is in “Often I am Permitted…”

N: I still really enjoyed the collection and found it very powerful.

Phillip B. Williams: Sonia Sanchez and Amiri Baraka are echoed in “He Loved Him Madly.” Tyehimba Jess and Natasha Trethewey‘s use of form are in “Witness.” Camille Dungy and Evie Shockley inspired “Spinning Noose…”

N: The idea of readers as thieves reminds me a lot of bell hooks’s comments about silencing of marginalized voices by retelling their tales instead of letting them speak. Was this something you were also influenced by with this play on ideas like being a witness without having actually been present? Or am I reading a bit too much into the idea?

Phillip B. Williams: Carl Phillips is throughout the book, as is Brigit Pegeen Kelly. Larry Levis, Roger Reeves… I read so many people while writing this book because I was trying to dig myself out of depression.

Camille D: N, Duncan’s poem is “Often I am Permitted to Return to a Meadow.” A fascinating poem in its own right.

Phillip B. Williams: bell hooks got it right and I did not know she had gotten it right until I went to Fire and Ink, a queer POC conference, and Bettina Judd talked about hooks.

N: I feel I have so many new poets to explore! Thank you for noting the different poets you were reading while writing this collection.

Phillip B. Williams: I worried so much about being offensive to those who were still living with the memory of their dying, which is also why I wanted to write directly to Ms. Brazell-Jones to let her know that I am aware that she is still here mourning. It’s a sin to ignore the living as much as it is a sin to ignore the dead, I think, and of course I use sin to mean something hurtful.

Brian S: I don’t have a question about this. I just want to quote these lines from “A Spray of Feathers, Black”:

Angels know me by my scent alone. Precise
is their reaping my confessions. I am stained.
God is stainless.

Fucking hell, man. That is gorgeous.

Phillip B. Williams: HAHA thank you, Brian

Brian S: And later in that poem as well:

I speak as a creed-lit
failure, faith in me a venom, adder-

fire if the adder were God. I cried “Let
me feel You like Abraham poised to sever
Isaac, though I am filth, am derelict.”

Phillip B. Williams: Brian, did you notice that poem uses three devices *clears throat*: sonnet, terza rima, and anagram. I did it to show Carl Phillips, one of my MFA professors, that I paid attention in class.

Brian S: I only got the sonnet part, I have to admit. I should have gotten the terza rima, much as I’ve read Dante over the years.

Camille D: Thank you for adding my name to the list of your inspiration, Phillip. Though, as Carl Phillips once said to me when I thanked him for the model he provided for my poem “Ease,” in the case of “Spinning Noose” your poem is all yours.

Phillip B. Williams: Thank you, Camille. The first time I saw acrostics were in Suck on the Marrow and in Evie Shockley’s debut collection a half-red sea.

Camille D: Acrostics are the world’s best thing. Next, of course, to terza rima. a half-red sea is everything. Love that book.

Phillip B. Williams: I mostly kid when I mention those things. But I want people to know that form is really important to me.

Camille D: So talk about form. How does it guide you?

Phillip B. Williams: While writing Thief I was obsessed with form but hated having to write in meter. I don’t like the sound of straight meter but it is so necessary to have measure for measure a sound device that makes the poem sing. I used form to create sound where meter fell away. So, like having words repeat in poems or having lines repeat throughout all of “Witness.” Form allowed me to use repetition to create music in lieu of iambs or dactyls, which are present but tucked away.

Form also allowed me to give poems subtext, like how the sestina “The Force of Aperture” has its spiral pattern reversed in stanza three. To show that there is no escaping this dark history.

Camille D: There is something so important about the constraint of form, especially when dealing with subjects the likes of these. Did you find that form provided you an avenue for joy and celebration even when you were writing about such dark and painful material?

Phillip B. Williams: Camille, yes! Though it took me a while to be able to read “Witness” aloud. It used to make me cry.

Brian S: Are you working on a new project yet? Or do you write poems and see if/how they form into a new manuscript?

Phillip B. Williams: I write poems and deal with them later. I am taking a break from poems now. The most recent poems I have are all out or about to be out and I haven’t written anything else. I am working on a novel now that I wish I could say more about but whenever I talk about it I end up stalling re: actually writing it.

Brian S: How do you balance your writing with your other work—the editing and such? I find it’s a constant struggle.

Phillip B. Williams: It is a struggle. When Vinyl, the journal I co-edit with KMA Sullivan, was at its peak of submissions I simply waited (or tried to wait) until I finished the issue. But it tooks me weeks to reconfigure because I had all of those poems in my head and I needed them to get out before I could do my own work.

N: Is this foray into novel writing new for you? How has the different form helped you think about how you write and how you write poetry in particular?

Phillip B. Williams: I originally started in fiction but I never took fiction classes. I ended up becoming more involved in poetry because of poetry workshops, Cave Canem (the biggest source of blame haha), and eventually having made so many poet friends. So, it feels a lot like coming home and finding all of the furniture has been rearranged and there is a strange dog in the corner of the room who won’t let you pet it.

Brian S: Any books you’re excited to see coming out? Or any new poets we should be on the lookout for?

Phillip B. Williams: I have Nate Marshall’s book Wild Hundreds. Love it. I have Camille Rankine‘s book Incorrect Merciful Impulses. I’ve always been a fan of her work. Lisa Faye Coutley is on my list to get. I had it on pre-order but canceled it when I moved and never added it back on my list. I did a reading with her at AWP and her work is so dark and intense.

Brian S: Guess who’s book we’re reading next month? Camille’s! This month, more accurately. It should be in the mail already.

Camille D: I’m proud to share a name with that woman. She’s a force!

Phillip B. Williams: Cathy Linh Che, Lo Kwa Mei-en, Rickey Laurentiis, francine j harris, Matthew Nienow, Keith Leonard…so many fresh voices. Camille is definitely a force. Oh she’s going to have such smart answers haha. Richie Hofmann was the winner of the Beatrice Hawley and his book was published in November.

Camille D: Phillip, it was a true pleasure speaking with you, and I think this book is amazing. Thank you for it.

Phillip B. Williams: I wish we could have a little more time. And fun! I hope everyone had fun.

N: Thank you very much! I feel I have so many new (to me) writers to read from all your inspirations and recommendations! Once again, I really enjoyed the collection and had a lot of fun in the chat 

Phillip B. Williams: Thank you everyone for the love, too. You’re so welcome.

Brian S: I know I did. Best of luck with the book and with the novel as well.

Camille D: Good night everyone. May 2016 bring you poetry and peace!

Phillip B. Williams: Goodnight! Thanks, Brian.

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         An interview with Phillip B. Williams at The Collagist

 

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     An interview with Williams at Tupelo Quarterly

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Michael Ondaatje 02-01-2010

 

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Gregory Pardlo 03-29-2016

 

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Oliver de la Paz 02-15-2010

 

Charlotte Pence 09-16-2015

 

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Nathaniel Perry 10-07-2014

 

Jeffrey Pethybridge 04-26-2016

 

Catherine Pierce 09-04-2012

 

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Jon Pineda 04-09-2012

 

Donald Platt 02-15-08

 

Joshua Poteat 03-13-2011

 

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Kevin Prufer 03-08-2016

 

Wyatt Prunty 02-20-2011

 

Dean Rader 03-07-2011

 

Doug Ramspeck 09-22-2015

 

Amy Randolph 03-01-09

 

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Roger Reeves 10-14-2014

 

Paisley Rekdal 03-04-2013

 

Doren Robbins 10-30-2012

 

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David Roderick 04-08-2015

 

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Bobby C. Rogers 02-04-2012

 

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Jim Schley 10-19-09

 

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Tim Seibles 10-08-07

 

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Martha Silano 04-29-2013

 

Sandra Simonds 02-02-2016

 

Ron Slate 04-22-2013

 

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Joshua Vinzant 01-30-2011

 

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Mark Wagenaar 04-28-2014

 

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