Flyover Fest Panel Discussion

Midwestern Musings (panel discussion)

12pm — Wild Goose Creative

Hannah Stephenson brings together an incredible team of Midwestern writers to talk about what it means to be a writer in the Midwest. This event is part of the book fair at Flyover Fest, and will be held at Wild Goose Creative on Saturday, May 13, from 12-1. This panel, and the book fair events, are free and open to the public.

Hannah Stephenson is the author of In the Kettle, the Shriek (Gold Wake Press), editor of The Ides of March: An Anthology of Ohio Poets (Columbus Creative Cooperative), and a poetry and arts blogger for The Huffington Post.

Ruth Awad’s debut poetry collection Set to Music a Wildfire (forthcoming in 2017) won the 2016 Michael Waters Poetry Prize from Southern Indiana Review Press. She is also the recipient of a 2016 Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award.

Scott Woods is the author of Urban Contemporary History Month (Brick Cave Books) and  We Over Here Now (Brick Cave Books) and has been featured multiple times in national press, including multiple appearances on National Public Radio.

Scott Navicky is the author of Humboldt: Or, The Power of Positive Thinking (Chicago Center for Literature and Photography). His work has appeared in Chicago LiteratiHYPERtext MagazineFiction Writers ReviewNecessary FictionZO Magazine, and Loveliest Magazine.

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Images from Book Release and Reading at the Book Loft

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Book Launch Event with The Book Loft, Bookspace & Stauf’s German Village

Book Launch Event: Poetry and Prose at Stauf’s Coffee Roasters – German Village

Join central Ohio author Andrew Miller for the official launch of his debut book, “If Only The Names Were Changed.” Miller turns his focus inward through poetic prose and dramatic digressions, dissecting his life using both surgical scalpel and sledgehammer, making deep cuts through layers of memories and misperceptions in search of some meaning behind a senseless loop of abuse and self-harm.

The event will be held at Stauf’s – German Village (627 S. Third St.) with several amazing (and funny) Columbus authors. Good words, books for sale, and some interesting conversation. Hope to see you there!

ANDREW MILLER is a freelance journalist and writer from Columbus, OH who has had work in Ohio Edit, Two Dollar Radio, The Seldom Review, Electric Literature, and Fruita Pulp. His first full-length book of essays, If Only the Names Were Changed, is now available through Civil Coping Mechanisms (2016). He has also published a chapbook, “You Must Know This” Digitalocracy Analogs (2016) and is in contract for a book documenting the struggles of veterans with Traumatic Brain Injury due out late 2016.”

The Storialist is HANNAH STEPHENSON, a poet, writer, editor, and instructor living in Columbus, Ohio She is the author of In the Kettle, the Shriek (Gold Wake Press), editor of The Ides of March: An Anthology of Ohio Poets (Columbus Creative Cooperative), and a poetry and arts blogger for The Huffington Post; her writing has appeared in publications that include The Atlantic, Hobart, 32 Poems, Sixth Finch, Poetry Daily, and The Nervous Breakdown. She is the founder of Paging Columbus!, a literary arts monthly event series.”

SOMMER MARIE STERUDis a writer, poet, instructor, and stand up comic living in Columbus, Ohio. She’s currently pursuing her Ph.D. from Kent University in Rhetoric and Composition while working as an associate professor at one of her alma maters, Capital University. Sommer spends her free time writing comedy with Johnny DiLoretto who she co-hosts a late night talk show with once a month at the Shadowbox Theater. She received her MFA in creative writing and poetry from OSU.

SCOTT NAVICKYis the author of Humboldt: Or, The Power of Positive Thinking (Chicago Center for Literature and Photography, 2014). His second novel is in contract and should be available December 2016. He attended Denison University and the University of Auckland, where he was awarded an Honors Master’s Degree in art history with a focus on photography theory. His work has appeared in Chicago Literati, HYPERtext Magazine, (614) Magazine, Fiction Writers Review, Necessary Fiction, ZO Magazine, Chaos + Words, and Loveliest Magazine. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio.

Nancy Kangas lives in Columbus and is happy to field questions about the city. She writes and draws for Muse magazine, and often teaches poetry in residencies sponsored by the Ohio Arts Council. In addition to being a writer, she is also a flower grower, florist, and public librarian. She also has a background in Improv. For over a decade she edited Nancy’s Magazine, which tried to push the boundaries of what a variety magazine could and should do. She is a runner who prefers long distances because while running, she is able to figure out answers to creative, social and household problems.

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Humboldt excerpt in Ohio Edit

What happened to Humboldt and Marty upon arriving in New York City

I wonder which of these low economic housing developments is Connecticut? Humboldt thought as he stared wildeyed out his window during their descent into Idlewild Airport. He was amazed at how far the city’s concretesprawl spread. Huge concrete crops stretched for miles. From his vantage point, all Humboldt could see of these crops were their ugly square tops. And what was strewn all over these rooftops? Humboldt peered intently out his window.

Chicken coops?

Humboldt couldn’t believe his eyes! Who was raising chickens in such an unforgiving setting? What were they fed: concretefeed? And where did they graze: in the gutter?

As the passing rooftops drew steadily closer, Humboldt realized his mistake. These were not chickencoops; they were pigeoncoops! Over and over again, he saw pigeoncoops covered in the graffiti of pigeonpoop.

Humboldt was in awe of the city’s BIGness. No, its vastness. No, its peopleness. The city was a big, vast peoplefarm. Nooo, its pigeonness! The city was a big, vast pigeonfarm! New York City: the peoplepigeoncity. As Humboldt watched, the city transformed itself into a gigantic, concrete birdcage full of peoplepigeons. These strange creatures spent their days foraging for food and desirable reproductive qualities, while continually defecating on each other. At night, these peoplepigeons were kept in tiny cages that were geometrically stacked on top of each other. Once a day, these cages would open, causing a swarm of activity. Having been exquisitely trained, millions of peoplepigeons would fly in precise circles for hours. At first, this constant circlingcirclingcircling appeared meaningless, but upon closer inspection, it became obvious that the meaninglessness of the circlingcircling was the meaning. Once all the daily circlingcirclingcircling was complete, the exhausted peoplepigeons would return to their cages for their evening rest. And the next day, the routine would be exactly the same: more cages, more meaningless circlingcirclingcircling, and finally: rest unto rest.

Once their circling was complete and their private jet had achieved a stationary position on their private runway, Marty turned to Humboldt.

– Do we have a plan for travelling to Connecticut?

– Yes, Humboldt replied confidently. We’ll just ask the first friendlylooking person we meet how to get to Connecticut.

– And what if we never meet a friendlylooking person in this city? Marty asked skeptically.

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Humboldt; Or, The Power of Positive Thinking

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The Iraq War? The housing market collapse? College football’s concussion crisis? How can anyone be expected to understand such complexities, especially a “horticulturally dyslexic” farmboy with an eighth-grade education and a penchant for perpetually misunderstanding, misreading, and misinterpreting the world? Born on a farm in Ohio, Humboldt is content to spend his life “outside amongst the oxygen and unhurried hydrocarbons.” But when his father’s farm is threatened with foreclosure, Humboldt is forced to save it by enrolling in college, leading him on an epic absurdist adventure through Washington politics, New York performance art, Boston blue-bloods, post-Katrina New Orleans, multiple murders, and holy resurrections. Mixing the speed and structure of Voltaire’s Candide with a heavy dose of Joycean wordplay, and a love of literary acrobatics worthy of David Foster Wallace, Scott Navicky’s debut novel assails some of modern America’s most cherished beliefs and institutions with the battle cry: “Ticklez l’infame!

“Navicky’s writing style and the way he tinkers with the English language is playful and terribly clever. Combined with Humboldt’s wild, crazy adventure, this makes for a fun, off-the-wall read that challenges the intellect, amuses, yet never panders to the reader’s comfort zone….I was reminded of Candide, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, the naivete of Don Quixote, and maybe even a bit of Monty Python.” —A Lovely Bookshelf on the Wall

“Coming in at over four hundred pages and moving along at breakneck pace, every chapter reads like an episode in a great screwball comedy from the days of yore. One-half Forrest Gump and one-half Zeppo Marx, the titular hero is unlike any you’ve read before or are likely to read again, and that’s fantastic….[T]ruly a treat to read and a unique experience you won’t ever forget….[A] spectacular debut novel.” —Chicago Literati

“Have you ever read a book that left you completely bewildered, but kind of happy about it?….If A Confederacy of Dunces and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas had a moderately dimwitted but incredibly lucky love child, that might come close to Humboldt: Or, The Power of Positive Thinking.” —Words for Worms

“[P]robably one of the most unique stories I’ve ever read…Forrest Gump meets The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. And I adored how the author lashed out at postmodern bestselling authors…. [W]e should just have had a lot more pages. Like 1,000 pages.” —The Bookworm’s Closet

Order the paperback edition of Humboldt at Amazon for $14.99

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Convergence of Birds (Yeah nah) in ZO Magazine

Although it’s been years since I left Aotearoa New Zealand, I still retain a confusing residue of kiwispeak: sweet as, chocka, sparrow’s faaart… y’know, the usual stuff. So when a mate recently asked me if judging ZO Magazine’s 2015 Art Exposé was easy, without thinking I answered: “Yeah nah.” (I never quite understood this kiwi conversational oddity; just because it’s called a “Yes/No Question” doesn’t mean you have to answer with each.)

All of the artwork submitted to the Art Exposé was uniformly strong, and this made my job easy: Il Giocoliere (Juggling) is an instantaneously striking image that possesses subtle undertones of Italian Futurism, a movement of limited importance to the history of art, but fascinating significance to the history of photography; Summer Chaos rewards extended viewing, drawing viewers into a swirling vortex of whimsical figurative recognition mixed with dizzying all-over compositional abstraction; the fictive elements of Lost resemble a movie poster designed to entice and intrigue, while Canvas 79 was yet another reminder that deftly handled abstraction is always enticing and intriguing; and finally, The Convergence of Dust reminds me of Vik Muniz’s work (for example, his unforgettable 2000 exhibition ‘Pictures of Dust’ at the Whitney Museum of American Art in which he recreated photographs of Minimalist and Postminimalist sculptures using dust gathered from the museum’s galleries and offices), while Adam and Eve reminds me of Lewis Carroll’s early illustrations as exhibited in ‘Alice: 150 Years of Wonderland’ currently on-view at the Morgan Library & Museum.

The difficult aspect of judging the Art Exposé was wrestling with the cognitive dissonance generated from marrying the contest’s theme (convergence) with the concept of Imagereality. Normally when judging works of art, the knowledge of particulars–media, size, etc – is essential, but with Imagereality, images are their own total reality. Because of this, Imagereality reverses the usual convergence between viewer and work viewed. Think of sculpture, a medium neglected within the contest: to experience a sculpture, a viewer must enter the sculpture’s locality; in other words, you must go to IT. With Imagereality, IT comes to you. For example, in years past, traveling to Montreal would have been essential to view Alan Avorgbedor’s photography exhibition Intimacy of the Immediate and to read Charissa Von Harringa’s accompanying essay, in which she describes Avorgbedor’s work as “visual archaeologies that capture order and hierarchy in radically subjective space.” But here now: Intimacy of the Immediate.

“Odd,” Roland Barthes mused in Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography, “that no one has thought of the disturbance (to civilization) which this new action [photography] causes.” Imagereality is a disturbance to convergence; daily avalanches of images have become our reality. Reality, of course, is a drinkwater word. And thus, any offshoot of reality, such as Imagereality, is a tricky concept. A good starting point for wrestling with particulars of Imagereality is Susan Sontag’s observation in On Photography that “the photographer’s insistence that everything is real also implies that the real is not enough.”

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Murdered by Marina Abramović, Assaulted by Paul Auster in Loveliest Magazine

I’m standing on the corner of Jackson and St. Charles, waiting for a streetcar that’s running obnoxiously behind schedule. To pass the time, I allow my mind to float away. Like an unencumbered magpie, it lifts gently over the midair maze of streetcar cables, the bedazzling beadcovered branches, and the antebellum architecture. After a moment of aimless breezegliding, it settles in the branches of the reoccurring dream that I experienced again last night.

In this dream, my novel has been published and I’m reading at a bookstore, someplace classy like Garden District Book Shop or Longfellow Books in Portland, Maine. My dreamreading is going great; I mean, spectacular. My voice sounds strong and confident, and there’s not a hint of its normal nasally, kinda girlie quality. I’ve chosen a passage to read in which I don’t mispronounce every third word. (Lagniappes? How on earth would I ever know how to pronounce THAT?) I’ve also successfully managed to avoid the “sad flirting” that was so brutally depicted in a recent New Yorker cartoon. (December 9, Page 57: it’s worth looking up.) And most importantly, I haven’t shed a single tear. (Seriously, why am I so weepy in public?) In my dreamconsciousness, I’m looking forward to ending the event with a puff, vaporizing like a cloud of smoke, and rematerializing at a nearby bar that serves affordable absinthe or Irish coffee.

But outside the bookstore, Marina Abramović and Paul Auster are plotting my murder. Abramović is wielding the same gigantic bow and arrow that she used in her 1980 performance Rest Energy; while Auster is carrying the same revolver that Blue and Black wrestle over in Ghosts. As they argue over who gets to inflect the first deathwound, a mysterious third murderer appears. (Yes, I’m aware that this scene is “magpied” from Macbeth; and yes, I find it worrisome that even my dreams are peppered with “scissor and paste” bits.) In last night’s dream, this third murderer was Peter Sellars; other dreamtimes it’s Peter Gelb, Julie Taymor, or even my old boss from New York City.

(As a novelist, I sketch from life. My novel is overstuffed with references to real people, places, and events, including Abramović’s 2010 mid-career retrospective at MoMA and Auster’s outrageous author photographs.)

Oblivious to the murderous plotting that’s taking place nearby, I conclude the Q & A session and ease into my seat at the booksigning table. After quickly realigning my spine and taking a deep breathe, I begin fielding the normal inquires.

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