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Stoking
the literary fires: Don Faulkner amid years of flyers
from the Visiting Writers Series.
Photo: Leif Zurmuhlen
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Good
Fences Make Good Neighbors
The
“jointure” between Fence magazine and the New York State Writers
Institute aims to build literary community and kindle the
sparks of creativity
By
Kathryn Lange
Peering
from the window of a cross-country flight, the Earth can appear
to be carved into a kind of irregular jigsaw puzzle by fences.
Fences: a means of separation. They define territories, ownership,
belonging. They divide backyards, cow herds, and countries.
Fences: a means of protection, of keeping in or keeping out.
We fortify them against invaders. We keep our prisoners behind
them, our snarling dogs. To fence is to fight, be it a playful
exercise or a duel to the death. “On the fence” is a position
of indecision or neutrality. For each practical definition
of fence, there is at least one metaphoric counterpart in
that poetic realm of image and idea. We fortify our fences.
We wall out the frightening, the challenging, the new. We
tremble when we see, in the distance, a girl perilously balancing
along the log-lengths of a fence, making a playground of that
curious boundary between “known” and “other,” her white dress
billowing behind her like a cloud. It is that plurality of
meaning that led Rebecca Wolff to title her eclectic, norm-challenging
literary journal Fence. And it was the image of Rebecca,
teetering bravely on that divide, that made New York State
Writers Institute director Don Faulkner want to support her.
Over the last 10 years, Fence has developed a national reputation
for literary excellence and content that simultaneously respects
and defies tradition. The independent press, which now includes
Fence magazine and Fence Books, has been run for a
decade by founder and publisher Wolff as an unpaid labor of
love—often out of her own living room.
The New York State Writers Institute, housed at the University
at Albany, has been designated by the Library of Congress
as a “national treasure.” Their ever-blooming Visiting Writers
Series brings some of the top writers in the country to Albany
and Saratoga for readings, lectures and workshops. The Institute
has one of the most extensive video archives of contemporary
writers and writing in the country.
And now, the two organizations have joined forces in a partnership
they have dubbed “the jointure,” maintaining their independence,
but pooling their creative resources.
Fence Magazine Inc. finally has a home, and Wolff, an office
and a salary for her work. According to Faulkner, “She gets
stability, predictability, an actual job. You can only go
so far living on your imagination and peanut-butter-and-jelly
sandwiches.” In turn, Faulkner says, the Institute and the
University have a strong literary ambassador in Fence, a new
learning opportunity for students, a stronger foothold in
the New York City publishing world and, perhaps most important
to Faulkner, an influx of creative energy. “Sometimes,” he
says, “when there’s a good creative force and energy and spirit,
things happen. I’ve come to know that over the years. You
just put talented and creative people together, and these
little sparks start happening that you really can’t expect.
I guess you could call it planning for spontaneity.”
The institute was created as a literary center for the state,
with a mandate to be “a milieu for established and aspiring
writers to work together to increase the freedom of the artistic
imagination,” and “to encourage the development of writing
skills at all levels of education throughout the state.” Faulkner
recites their mission and smiles impishly. “We’re just doing
what they told us to.”
Sitting
in her new office at the Writers Institute, already surrounded
by mailing bins full of unread manuscripts, Wolff shakes her
head lightly, as if to clear her mind. “I still pinch myself,
almost literally. I have to stop sometimes. I just can’t believe
this has really happened.”
The daughter of a freelance editor in New York City, Wolff
had the curious childhood dream of growing up to be an editor.
“I was probably eight,” she recalls. “I remember telling my
father that I was going to edit Seventeen magazine.”
That passion followed Wolff throughout her career. As an undergraduate
student at Bennington College, she and a colleague resurrected
the school’s literary magazine, Silo. She finished
her undergraduate work at the University of Massachusetts
at Amherst, and worked on the Iowa Revue while she
attended the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. After taking
a couple of years to relax on Cape Cod, writing and working
at the local health food store, Wolff went back to graduate
school at the University of Houston, where she landed a job
as the associate editor of the literary journal Gulf Coast.
It was largely Wolff’s experience in Houston that inspired
her to create Fence and gave her the wherewithal to
make it a reality. “The experience in Houston was singularly
frustrating because I felt that they were passing over all
the really good work and publishing all the really boring
work. At the same time, I was learning the mechanics of publishing
a journal as well, how to run one, how to run a non-profit.
That was a big part of my job.”
Unhappy in Texas, Wolff decided to move back to New York City.
And she decided to start a literary journal called Fence.
“I had an idea about what that meant to me,” she says. “It
had to do with ambivalence and ambiguity. That was what I
felt there wasn’t room for in the work that was being published.
I felt like editors were only responding to work that was
very clearly defined and couldn’t really handle any sort of
ambivalence expressed in the writing.
So, in 1998, Wolff founded Fence magazine, a biannual
journal of poetry, fiction, art and criticism, with the stated
mission of “redefining the terms of accessibility by publishing
challenging writing distinguished by idiosyncrasy and intelligence,
rather than by allegiance with camps, schools or cliques.”
She charged $2,000 of the magazine’s start-up costs on her
personal credit card, funding the rest with benefit readings,
parties, and a portion of her salary from her secretarial
job at an architecture firm.
The investment was a huge one for the young writer, but Wolff
had a strong poetry background, experience publishing literary
journals, and a fiercely passionate determination to make
it happen. “I talked to everyone I met about it,” she remembers
with a gentle smirk. “I mean, I really obsessed about it,
beyond your average project. I had a completely one-track
mind.”
Fence
grew beyond Wolff’s expectations. The first issue was a collection
of solicited writing from grad-school colleagues and established
writers who represented the magazine’s intended aesthetic.
Today, Fence receives thousands of electronic submissions
each year from all across the country. In 2000, Wolff launched
Fence Books, which began holding two annual book contests:
the Motherwell Prize, open to women writers for their first
or second book, and the Fence Modern Poets Series, which is
open to anyone. Fence Books also has published two novels
and subsequent poetry collections written by previous prizewinners.
No longer just a magazine, Fence has become an independent
press.
As thrilled as she was about the explosion of her literary
dream, Wolff was struggling to earn a living as a freelance
editor, raise a family and keep Fence financially afloat.
She had to step back from the editorial responsibilities,
and focus on the funding and logistics of the magazine. “It
was right around the time that my son was born that it started
to get extremely difficult to make money, raise a family,
and do this ‘labor of love’ thing that I wasn’t getting paid
for. It was a total mess basically.” So she started looking
for an organization to join forces with. “I talked to a lot
of MFA directors,” she says. “I was on the job market too,
so I put myself up as a package with Fence. The problem
was, in hindsight, that English departments don’t have a lot
of money, and they’re usually fairly embattled, politically
speaking. . . . Perhaps Fence was a bit too controversial
to fit into something like that.”
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Creative reflections: Rebecca Wolff holds
a copy of the latest issue of Fence, the cover art hangs
behind her.
Photo: Leif Zurmuhlen
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But
the Writer’s Institute, which remains an independent entity
within its University affiliations, seems a perfect fit. Just
over a year after Faulkner and Wolff first met for lunch in
the UAlbany Patroon Room, the “jointure” is complete: The
first copy of Fence published in conjunction with the
Writers Institute is in hand. The cover of the double issue
features Heartland, by artist Lane Twitchell. Twitchell’s
huge cut-paper and acrylic polymer-on-Plexiglas pieces are
currently exhibited in the University Art Museum, which served
as a fitting backdrop for the recent party to celebrate the
magazine’s debut. Woven throughout the new issue are images
of ancient Chinese shadow figures. The original shadow figures,
intricately cut from calfskin, also are part of the Museum’s
current exhibition.
Wolff plans to continue featuring art from the University
Museum in Fence. She describes the previous art selection
process as “somewhat random,” and is thrilled to draw on the
knowledge, resources and “curatorial genius” now available
to her.
The partnership already is sparking in other ways. The Writers
Institute and Fence collaborated on programming for the Associated
Writing Programs annual conference. Wolff hopes to develop
a course on publishing literary journals, which is a rare
offering. University undergrads are currently interning at
the magazine, an opportunity that both Wolff and Faulkner
plan to extend to graduate students. Fence has launched
a newly expanded Web site, and Wolff has had the time to invest
herself again in the editorial content of her magazine. “This
issue really has my stamp,” she says, bouncing her fist on
her desk to punctuate her mark. Wolff also is preparing to
publish an anthology this summer. Best of Fence: The First
Nine Years will feature selections by the genre editors
from the magazine’s last decade, and an essay by each editor.
“Almost an oral history,” she says, of the magazine’s evolution—a
transformation that continues to unfurl.
Wolf favors “the idiosyncratic, the savantish, the other.”
If she represents the revolutionary, the unexplored, then
Faulkner represents the wonderfully familiar. Bearded and
bearlike in tweed, settled in his office chair—books have
overflowed the shelves and pile in stacks around the room—Faulkner
speaks of writing with a warm and gentle passion. “The bell
rings,” he says, quoting Gertrude Stein’s measure of good
writing. “That’s how you know. The bell rings. Something just
kind of goes off. Something hits you. You live your life,
you cultivate your sensibilities, your respect your own sense
of judgment and taste, and then you can trust yourself to
be a judge of good writing.”
He speaks of the area’s literary life with quiet joy. “We
do our summer program at Skidmore. There’s Yaddo. So much
is happening down Hudson way. The Millay Colony is nearby,
into the Berkshires, MASS MoCA. You get this feeling, there’s
a clustering that’s starting to go on, and this is part of
it.”
Faulkner, who taught at Yale for many years before taking
his current position with the Institute, repeatedly echoes
his belief that creativity and learning are contagious. As
a teacher, he says, “It was not so much that I was able to
impart great wisdom to these people, but what I could do was
create an environment where they could catch fire. When you
see good writing, especially if you’re working with the person,
you have that sense of something, just, combustible. It bursts
into light, and it’s a marvelous thing. Sometimes that alone
makes life worth living.”
Asked about his hopes for the future of the collaboration,
Faulkner chuckles, “a Literary Empire!” quickly adding, “good
energy, good times, a deepening of the sense of pleasure and
accomplishment in literature. The future is wide open. That’s
what’s so great about it. We’ll figure it out as we go along.
It’s a little bit of building the boat while you’re sailing
it, and that’s OK.”
“What’s
really happening,” he concludes, “is that it’s getting people
to look at writing, to look at literature. To feel themselves
a part of a cause, or a movement, or at least a sensibility
that’s greater than themselves. That, to me, is one of the
definitions of community, and to be able to build community
with all this effort, to me, that’s really what it’s all about.
That’s why we’re here.”
klange@metroland.net
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