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NORTH CAROLINA LITERARY REVIEW Number 16 - Peter Makuck

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CommemoratiNg 100 years of writers aNd writiNg at eCu<br />

“I’ve had moments out<br />

on the big blue that are as<br />

close to heaven as I’m<br />

likely to get, moments that<br />

are productive of poems<br />

and stories. “<br />

3 “Back Roads by Night” is in <strong>Makuck</strong>’s<br />

Where We Live (Rochester: BOA Editions,<br />

Ltd., 1982).<br />

68 North CaroliNa literary review<br />

flatliners. And, of course, because they also didn’t like to<br />

read, what you often got was a Dick-and-Jane vocabulary<br />

– weak verbs, pale nouns and adjectives. But for the students<br />

who are motivated and do read and produce promising<br />

work, you can show them what their strengths and weaknesses<br />

are, show them how to improve lines breaks, how to capitalize<br />

on and strengthen the stresses and musical patterns already<br />

in their work. I’m simplifying here, but you say, “Do less<br />

of this and a lot more of that.” My students were no<br />

doubt sick of my no-ideas-but-in-things mantra. So many<br />

beginning writers have a fondness for TV clichés and bloodless<br />

abstractions. I’d keep telling them that all good writing is<br />

an assault on cliché. I never had a creative writing course<br />

myself. I learned by reading closely, trial and error – the<br />

slowest way to learn anything. If nothing else, I suppose<br />

we save serious student writers lots of time.<br />

Mark Strand once remarked that during his time at the University of Utah the<br />

landscape of the West had a profound effect on the way he wrote poetry. You<br />

spend a great deal of time on the barrier islands of North Carolina, and I was<br />

wondering if you experience the same thing. That is, how does the geography<br />

of your surroundings, beyond providing you with something to look at, affect or<br />

influence your writing?<br />

Good question, but I’m not really the one to answer that. It presupposes<br />

that I’m more aware of my own creative process than I am, that I spend<br />

time looking at what I’ve produced and come to conclusions about<br />

how, say, the regular sound of the ocean across the street works its<br />

way into my lines. I think it was Yeats who said that the mind creates<br />

the world, and perhaps it was William Carlos Williams who suggested<br />

that the world creates the mind. The latter view might be closer to my<br />

own. I’ve never cared for egocentric poets who babble on about their<br />

inner feelings. My gratitude is to poets who show me about myself by<br />

way of the world around me. For me, the outer world is so much more<br />

interesting. It’s the best kind of objective correlative for whatever might<br />

be the inner drama. I grew up in a rural home without a TV until I was<br />

a senior in high school. I spent much of my time in the woods and<br />

streams, hunting, fishing, and trapping. My father, a farm kid, taught me<br />

about birds and animals. I’ve written about the local outdoors wherever<br />

I’ve lived: Maine, West Virginia, Utah, France, and North Carolina. One<br />

of my best poems, “Back Roads by Night,” is about sanglies, wild hogs in<br />

France. 3 Without necessarily becoming paysage moralisé, outer landscapes<br />

or seascapes eventually move inward, tell us about ourselves, our human<br />

limits, provide us with a sense of awe. The natural environment for<br />

me has always been about awareness and renewal, about forgetting the<br />

greedy ego that keeps us from seeing.<br />

You mentioned the ocean in your response, which reminds me that many of<br />

your poems are set near, on, or in water. Why does water seem to be such a<br />

trigger for you?<br />

On the Connecticut coast where I grew up I had a ten-foot row boat<br />

with a tiny egg-beater motor on it and remember some haloed moments<br />

catching fish, either alone or with a friend. Ever since moving to North<br />

Carolina in 1976, I’ve continued my love affair with the ocean by scuba<br />

<strong>Number</strong> <strong>16</strong> 2007

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