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Born in 1977 in Columbus, Ohio, Maggie Smith earned a BA in. Creative Writing at Ohio Wesleyan University and a MFA in Poetry at. The Ohio State University.
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“Enchantment: that rarest of all poetic gifts. As when the neurons, in the kaleidoscopic movie they call a ‘functional MRI,’ speak to us in colors on a screen from the deepest recesses of what we already know. Maggie Smith’s are poems of transformation: haunting, gorgeous, intimately unsettling. I cannot remember when I last read a book to match her powers of delight.” — Linda Gregerson “Some kind of primary mythic world lies behind and throughout these adult tales of ultimate matters. Maggie Smith’s skill at bringing archetypes into her own individual stories is both seamless and transforming. The Well Speaks of Its Own Poison is as much about the terrible and beautiful dreams of children as it is about waking up as a parent. This is a rare book of poems.” — Stanley Plumly “Folk tales and their eerie, animistic wisdom are a wellspring for these powerful lyrics. The poems are ethereal and dark, brimming with dread, beauty, and rapture. The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter’s arresting prose engagement with fairy tales, comes to mind. Smith updates motifs of the pacts children make with nature, the power of luck and curses, loss of innocence, the vulnerable and the sinister, primal fears of being eaten, and much more. The images are so fresh and inventive they shimmer. Original, cautionary, rich, delicious, The Well Speaks... is a spellbinding collection.” — Amy Gerstler
“Vivid and surprising language? Check. Sly yet taut rhythm? Check. Serious engagement with serious issues? Check. Maggie Smith s poems have the traits we look for in a good poet. But for Smith those virtues are where she begins, not where she ends. Smith’s intelligence shines in every word, every rhythmic pulse, every engagement of this masterly first book. In ‘The Poem Speaks to Desperation,’ Smith offers a compelling ars poetica: ‘I inhabit you, a nest of bees / in your mouth. You cannot / swallow without waking them.... / I have the last word. / On the tip of a tongue, / suddenly, I am what swarms.’ It’s a big claim. The poems live up to it. Check.” —Andrew Hudgins “Here in Maggie Smith’s first book we encounter a voice that is spare, confident, and precise. Her images click into place, and the movement of each poem is deft, muscular, taut. These are poems we trust, poems that ask hard questions while at the same time convincing us of the magic in the world. Smith’s voice is reserved, yet she carries her world forward in her teeth, so to speak.... These are poems that do not flinch in the face of grief while at the same time they do not give into formulas that either comfort or accuse. I admire the courage and the control, the gorgeous turns, the leaps she takes in the poems while keeping the center of each poem intact. These are poems that do not wobble; the voice is confident and secure, the authority claimed, and the darkness met head on.... This is a book that delights, intrigues, and instructs. A wonderful debut.” —Carol Potter
“In Lamp of the Body , Maggie Smith illuminates nothing less than the opportunities for and the possibilities of poetic utterance. Her themes— landscape, loss, and western myth—are richly classic; her language, sensuous and elegant. Primitive and visionary, exacting and unrestrained, these poems are in possession of a good strangeness, an awful nostalgia that irrevocably transforms the now.” —Kathy Fagan “These spare, deft lyrics excavate a lost world and recuperate that world with unremitting clarity.... A sharp metaphysician, Smith’s narrator also addresses abstractions such as “Doubt” and “Progress”—and astonishes with her cunning use of personification. I admire Smith’s handling of anaphora and syntactical repetition, her shapely stanzas, her beautifully configured line turns. When the speaker asks (in “In the Beginning”), “What was I made of?” readers will appreciate, poem after poem, Smith’s piercing reply.” —Robin Becker
“In Maggie Smith’s Disasterology the poems lie down and make angels in the fallout as "a tide of fire drags everything away.” Whip smart and darkly funny, Smith chronicles how disaster proves itself time after time, film after film, yet another doom after doomsday. But everything is not one red phone ringing away from ruin. There is a future still waiting to be said, a hope that the pear trees will outlast us, bright, unending, maybe even sweet.” —Traci Brimhall “As with the Hollywood hairdos of her poems’ heroines, no strand is out of place in Maggie Smith’s fraught and funny new chapbook. Smith brings her characteristic crispness and smarts to questions of disaster, large and small, with poems that expertly snake through iconic films, color-coded terror alerts, and the bleakest of daydreams. Read it, and read it fast—tomorrow we might all be gone.” —Natalie Shapero
“Tight and purposeful as a fable, The List of Dangers gives us sorrows and warnings from a world imbalanced by beasts and little beauties. The images are precise as a child’s playroom—keyholes, miniature candelabra, the ‘trebly notes’ of wrens and gypsies—but perilous in their tender transformations. Maggie Smith’s rich lyric gifts produce here a poetry of balancing composure in the face of peril and pretty chance.” —David Baker “In Maggie Smith’s The List of Dangers , as in the Brothers Grimm, we learn early how hazardous life is and how eagerly our fate awaits us. In these inventive new poems, Smith borrows elements from folktales, fairy tales, and fables to remind us once again that ‘Nothing stays good for long’ and ‘No one [is] preserved.’ And just as before, we’re thrilled by each tale and tickled to death at our own imperilment.” —Kathy Fagan
At VCCA I wrote “Marked,” inventing the mystical element of the hawk as a sort of guardian for the young girl—but, in turn, it is also something that keeps her in shadow. Over the next year I wrote many more poems about this family. Although these poems are not overtly autobiographical, I found myself writing about my own experiences through them. When my son was born, I added the boy to the family in the poems. Using archetypal characters and an out-of-time setting, and writing with the distance of third-person, freed me up to address material that I was not ready to write about in first-person. For example, before I began to write about my own miscarriages in poems like “Dear” and “Clock,” I wrote “Transparent,” projecting experience onto the character of the woman. I chose only eight poems from the longer series to include in Good Bones , and I’ve used them as scaffolding for the collection. The narrative arc in these eight poems aligns with the arc of the more autobiographical poems.
_1. The characters in these poems are not named, but are called the woman, the man, the girl, and the boy. What is the effect of this choice?
“Sky” begins with a question my daughter asked me one day while we were driving in downtown Columbus: “Why is the sky so tall and over everything?” She was three or four years old at the time. Other questions she asked as a preschooler inspired the poems “Past,” “Leaves,” and “Future.” I call these poems “nonnets” because they’re fourteen-line poems with a turn—typically around line ten—so they feel quite a bit like sonnets, but they are not quite sonnets. They’re non-sonnets. Nonnets. The poem “Sky” isn’t the answer I gave my daughter but is a meditation on the question, a meditation that ended up disputing her basic claim that the sky is “over.” According to the mother-speaker, the sky is “around,” and we are inside it, not beneath it. The question my daughter asked from the backseat of the car opened my eyes to something I move through every day. What a gift a question can be.
_1. What is the role of the epigraph in “Sky” and the other “nonnets”?
I began drafting this poem on a scrap of paper in my car as I was passing through Centerburg, Ohio, one summer day. What I saw—the chairs lined up on the lawns, the flags staked into the grass—reminded me of the parades I watched as a child in my own Ohio town. I wrote the final image of the clouds as description only, not metaphor: they looked like they were resting on something that was holding them up. Later, when the poem began to take shape and I could see it wanted to communicate something about being rooted, and something about the love/hate relationship with home, I tweaked the image. The clouds are “flat-bottomed as if resting on something / they push against though it holds them.” The “something,” of course, is home. We resist it at times, though it holds us. Living in the same general area all of my life continues to have a profound impact on my work. Many other poems in the book—“This Town,” “Twentieth Century,” “Museum,” “Orientation,” “Home-Free,” and “Deer Field,” among others—meditate on rootedness and transformation. I’m particularly interested in the ways a place can change over time, and the ways we change within a place.
_1. How does the speaker feel about home in “Accidental Pastoral” and “Home-Free”?
I’ve paired these poems here because they were triggered by events in the news— tragedies involving mothers and children.
This poem opens with something my daughter said a couple of weeks after she turned five. It was New Year’s Eve, and we were driving downtown to pick up takeout from our favorite Indian restaurant. From the backseat she said, “The rain is like a broken piano. It plays the same note over and over.” This was almost four years ago now. I wrote it down but didn’t have a place for the metaphor yet. Recently I felt compelled to go back to this idea as a metaphor for finding beauty in brokenness. (I was thinking of course of Adam Zagajewski’s famous poem “Try to Praise the Mutilated World.”) My poem has a bit of humor to offset its earnestness: the pop-culture reference to MacGyver, a popular television show in the 1980s, which starred Richard Dean Anderson as a secret agent who could solve almost any problem with common household objects. I experimented with different ways to end the book—different poems to land on. I wanted it to conclude on a note that could be read as hopeful. The book begins with a sunrise and ends with rain, both poems meditations on my daughter’s words. Bookending Good Bones in this way felt right to me.
_1. How does the speaker’s view of “the world” in this poem compare to the speakers’ views of the world in “Good Bones” and “Panel Van”?
“Writing in Dark Times” Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett’s essay “Poetic Justice: The Rise of Brilliant Women Writing in Dark Times,” where “Good Bones” is discussed alongside poems by Patricia Smith, Patricia Lockwood, Hera Lindsay Bird and other poets, in The Guardian. “Good Bones” Goes Viral Maggie Smith’s poem “Good Bones,” first published in Waxwing , went viral on social media. Read more stories, press, and interviews in Slate , The Guardian , The Telegraph , Huffington Post Italia , iNews , The Oregonian, Kveller, The Columbus Dispatch, a story and interview in Columbus Alive, and both a story and interview in The Seattle Review of Books. Katherine Fahey’s “Francis Whitmore's Wife” Video As described on page 6 of this guide, a series of eight poems in Good Poems were inspired by a shadow puppet “crankie” by artist Katherine Fahey, which can be see in this online video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYrNBbVqQGE