Goosebumps of Antimatter, by Richard Martin: Review by Karen Corinne Herceg

Essential Provocations    Richard Martin’s Goosebumps of Antimatter: Review by Karen Corinne Herceg

Essential Provocations

GOOSEBUMPS OF ANTIMATTER
Richard Martin
Spuyten Duyvil Press
www.spuytenduyvil.net
592 Pages; Print, $60.00

A few years ago, I had the privilege of reviewing Richard Martin’s poetry book, Techniques in the Neighborhood of Sleep (2016), for ABR. I thought that was a daunting task, until I took ownership of a copy of his latest opus, Goosebumps of Antimatter, a compilation of his writing in various genres. These include heteronyms that serve as his aliases (Duck Martian, Ant McGoogle, Al Pants and Dik Tater), poems, stories, interviews, and general ruminations, as well as sections devoted to visual artists Thomas Haines and James De Crescentis, two very different painters whose divergent styles complement Martin’s diverse writing quite nicely. It is a testament to both Martin and his publisher, Tod Thilleman of Spuyten Duyvil Press, for having the insight and magnanimity to undertake such an endeavor and to reference and include other artists they respect. As anyone familiar with a small press will understand, it is no small burden to reproduce artwork in color while keeping a constant eye on the bottom line. In addition, Martin’s tome is extensive at nearly six hundred pages, is divided into three books, and includes reader’s notes and appendices that offer further elucidation of the materials, a testament to Martin’s vast range of research and knowledge in bringing this work to fruition. While the scope and ambition of the book might put some readers off, they will be doing themselves a disservice if they miss this important work.

Book I, “Invent Purpose,” delivers a mix of Martin’s verse and prose. From the sharp, divergent imagery of “Fluke of Insolvency,” a poem that contrasts the meaning of capitalist greed against intrinsic value, to the profound, penetrating, gritty yet hilarious prose of “Page Four,” we are at once entertained and educated. Book 2 continues his ruminations under the title “Heteronym Interruptus,” whereby his aliases take even greater liberties with their views on a variety of subjects in Martin’s inimitable and hilarious style. “Pipeline Interviews” in Book 3 gives us further insights into Martin’s background and literary impetus as he interacts in question and answer formats, reminiscences, and digressions with other poets and artists. Those interactions not only shed light on Martin’s work, thoughts, and inspirations, but they highlight the importance of working with other artists in a community that feeds our own ideas and replenishes the pool of creativity.

At once retrospective and foreshadowing, Martin offers us a crystal ball of affirmations and warnings based on a lifetime of experience that are often predictive in discerning the current state of human affairs and their potential future repercussions. This is no more blatantly clear than in “Profit Sonnet,” the singular, repetitious line that repeats and comprises the entire poem, “They’re laughing it up in the boardroom.” Martin’s continuous, nuanced humor underscores every weighty and critical issue, not only from current events but of the human condition. From the very first sentence of his introduction the reader is forewarned that this is no ordinary reading experience. Tongue in cheek, and an expert hand on the keyboard, Martin does not so much invite us as to challenge us to continue exploring the outpourings of one of the most original, contemporary minds writing today. How often does one get to laugh out loud almost continuously while reading really good literature? It’s like stand up for the thoughtful and discerning mind. Through his humor, he ponders what writers go through to sustain their sanity when trying to develop a readership, get published, and often speak unwelcome truths. He employs a vast variety of genres, allowing both form and substance to unify and underscore his points.

There are moments of inspiration in hilarious stories of youthful drunken escapades, drug-induced hallucinatory experiences, and even being hit upon the head by acorns that produce illuminating epiphanies. In these moments of serendipitous enlightenment, he states he is “free of gravity.” This also describes Martin’s writing. There’s no sense that his work is encumbered by traditional structures or prescribed modes of thought. His intelligent…

(This partial review by Karen Corinne Herceg has been reblogged 9.16.19 from Project Muse:
Originally Published in 
American Book Review)

Citation: Herceg, Karen Corinne. “Essential Provocations.” American Book Review, vol. 40 no. 4, 2019, pp. 18-19. Project MUSEdoi:10.1353/abr.2019.0060

Igneus Press Founding Mission Statement

Igneus began in 1990 in the parking lot next to Charlie’s Tap on Green Street, Cambridge. Wally Butts sat in the back seat, me at the wheel, Bill Kemmett in the navigator’s seat as we caroused after a Stone Soup reading at Charlie’s. We were in my blue Chevy station wagon shooting the bs, whining about how at 45 and 60 years old we did not want to send our poems, hat in hand to 30-year-old publishers. Things like that were normal after- hour’s conversation. Bill and I had been getting together since 1972 when Stone Soup Readings were held in a small book store on Cambridge Street in Boston beneath Jack Powers’ apartment. Jack was the driving force behind street and Beat poetry in Boston. We hosted all the old Beats when they came to town: Ginsberg, Corso, Ferlinghetti and many others. Wally came on the scene in 1976 from Rochester, NY.

Anyway, I was living in New Hampshire in the 90’s running a design/build landscape company, so I had the skill sets of a small business person. Hence, I threw out into the conversation, “The hell with ‘em all. Let’s start our own press.” Kemmett was skeptical for all the obvious reasons, distribution, the technical issues, the ability to acquire credibility. He told us,” It would never work.” Wally, on the other hand was very excited by the idea. He had run White Raven Press in his earlier years, so he brought some process to the table. He also had a manuscript, a collection of solid poems from the past ten years of his life titled The Required Dance, by W.E. Butts.

For the next two months Wally took a bus from Boston to Manchester, NH.  I would pick him up at the Greyhound station, and we would spend two days and a night working on his manuscript, shuffling poems, examining forms of other publications in pursuit of our own unique style and look. We gradually siphoned down all our home work to a very simplistic aesthetic using Times Roman. The cover would be simple:  title above a photo with the  poet’s name in smaller font beneath the photo. We wanted the emphasis to be upon the text of the poems. This was a time when most publications were morphing into glossy covers and esoteric fonts. Our covers were to be flat colored, heavy-weight paper. As time went by, and we did many many books of poetry and plays, we varied from that formula, but to date it is the main form we use.

Once we had the The Required Dance typeset and ready to go we kept searching our minds and imaginations for a cover image. One Sunday I woke up and over coffee told Wally I had the image. I got my five year-old daughter to put on her ballet tutu, and we set out into the day. I had a specific granite boulder in mind at woods edge of a baseball field in town. We helped my daughter climb  onto the boulder, eight feet high and 15 feet around. There she danced for us as we shot a dozen pictures of black and white film.

Old friend Gary Metras, Adastra Press, gave me the phone and address of Ed Hamilton at Celecom Corp in Longmeadow, MA. This began a relationship with Ed, an 18 year apprenticeship really, on how to prepare a book, size of runs, qualities of paper and cover stock to mention a few.  I gave him Wally’s book and the front cover along with a picture of the poet, small biography and several blurbs from fellow poets on the back cover. He gave me a call in two weeks to come get the books. Wally drove down with me to Longmeadow, and that was the birth of Igneus Press and of The Required Dance, both which have taken on a life of their own. W.E. Butts is now the residing Poet Laureate of New Hampshire and Igneus Press has put into print some 50 books in the past 22 years.

The next two books came out together:  P.J. Laska’s The Day the Eighties Began and Willam Kemmett’s Flesh of a New Moon. As we picked up momentum and interest an incredible thing occurred, a spontaneous cooperative formed, or as Peter Laska would say, “without design “ One poet might do the typesetting for a few books, another would contribute funds towards the publication of a poet they admired. In some cases two or three poets might take a mass of poems, and edit it down to a powerful book. Another poet might take on building a brochure for upcoming releases. I would say in more than half of our books, as many as 4-5 other poets made contributions and gave sweat equity to midwife books. James Decrescentis, a good poet in his own right and a fine painter, hosted the book parties at the Piano Factory in Boston for some 20 years. We would fill the room with 40 people and sell as many as 35-50 books at these readings.

Years ago I made an attempt, just once, to acquire matching NEA grants. Part of the application was to state the mission of the press. What I said then remains true today. I was always looking for the greatest diversity of work that had compassion and concern for the human condition. I worked hard not to  become a “school of poetry,” not be regional, to create a press that would represent my glimpse of who and what I think is interesting and important in this era of contemporary poetry. I have always considered it a labor of love. When it threatened to become less than that, I took a 5 year hiatus.

In the beginning I was astonished at how many really good poets from 45-85 were in need of a venue for manuscripts that were in most cases 10 years in the making. So, I feel fortunate in having so much quality poetry to work with that includes the likes of Vincent Ferrini, Richard Blevins, Joel Dailey, Richard Martin (my partner in crime on several issues), Sanford Dorbin, Roger Taus, and on and on. I have treated the press much like I do a landscape with certain elements like focus plants and waterfalls, stone walls and canopy of trees.

Most of the poets I published have evolved into significant poets 22 years later. I restarted Igneus two years ago with some new releases. I am giving into the elements of evolution, and with the unselfish help of my daughter, Sophia Kidd, Igneus Press is building a website in order to offer both past books and present books. Some have become collector’s books, certainly the deceased Ferrini’s, Butt’s books and other earlier books. It is my hope to introduce to a new generation to some of these fine writers, as well as introduce these writers to a new generation.

Peter Kidd, Publisher, 9.2.2012