Poetic Portals
For Gabrielle Calvocoressi, poems are gateways to other worlds to explore emotions, identity, and the past.
November 28, 2023
24-25 Magazine · Arts & Culture
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Gabrielle Calvocoressi has spent most of their life flitting between worlds: the past, the present, and the one inside their head.
Raised by their grandparents in Middle Haddam, Connecticut â which today has fewer than 450 residents â they admit there just wasnât much to do when they were growing up. While this riverfront community overflows with lush forests and farmland typical of New England towns, playing outside wasnât an option because Calvocoressi has nystagmus, an eye condition that reduces vision and depth perception.
Instead, there was a lot of daydreaming.
âI think the story behind why I became a writer is pretty common,â Calvocoressi says. âBut there are also things about it that arenât common at all.â
When they were 13, their mom took her own life.
âAnd all of a sudden this thing I didnât have language for was constantly around me, and people didnât want to talk about it,â they say. âEven though I was only 13, I understood that something had happened. That was probably a defining moment in my life.â
Calvocoressi canât recall who it was that gave them their first journal, but they began filling it with words. It wasnât until they showed it to one of their summer camp counselors that they had language for what it was they were doing: writing poems.
âI was like, Oh, poems. That felt quite important,â Calvocoressi says with a laugh. âThat gave me a name and a structure and a vessel â and that vessel was the only rational thing I had in my life to try to put that experience into.â
For the last 30 years, the Carolina creative writing professor has used poetry to revisit the people they have lost, unpack their feelings around gender and identity, and recognize the small joys of everyday life. The key, they say, is to stay curious and open to learning new things.
âResearch for a creative or a poet like me is being in the world,â Calvocoressi says. âItâs going into the archive and building a world â and not just thinking, Oh I know exactly what Iâm talking about. And the archive is something you build inside yourself.â
Calvocoressi often spends months researching a topic for just one line of a poem.
This approach works. Calvocoressi has been published in The New Yorker, The New York Times, Paris Review, and Boston Review and was a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize. They spent the 2022-23 academic year as a Radcliffe Fellow at Harvard University, where they worked on writing their fourth book of poetry: âThe New Economy.â
Word experiments
When Calvocoressi wants to incorporate a topic into a poem, they spend hours thinking about it, talking to experts, and reading relevant books and articles. They might end up writing just one line about that topic, but theyâll spend months or even a year learning about it.
Theyâll never get away?
Tell them their only choice
is factories or the mines,
bent heads or blackened lungs.
Amelia Earhart is a dream
my daughter wonât give up.
-from âThe Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhartâ
Consider bees.
âMillions of people write poems about bees. Now that I have a beehive in my backyard, I recognize that most poets who write about them donât have beehives,â Calvocoressi says, chuckling. âBees are weird and amazing and violent. They are their own world. Spending time with them and the beekeeper has made me realize that if I want to write about bees, I need to learn everything I can. Otherwise, they become some boring metaphor everyone has heard before.â
Calvocoressi plans to teach an entire unit on bees. They will gather materials on the topic at Wilson Library and collaborate with Carolina professor Eliza Richards to lead a class on Emily Dickinson, who wrote more than 100 poems about the insects.
Calvocoressi believes poems arenât all that different from science.
âYears ago, I had these two science students, and when something wouldnât work in their writing, they wouldnât take it personally,â they recall. âItâs not that it didnât bother them, but they would look at each other and say, âWhy do you think that happened?â And then theyâd talk it through and get excited about why it didnât work and what theyâd do instead.â
I got as far as slicing the frogâs abdomen
open. Then I made an excuse
and walked the halls âtil the bell rang.
I know what youâre thinking.
it took. For a life in science. God,
I have intestines like that frog. They
pulse and shine like his.
-from âSome Thoughts on Building the Atom Bombâ
Thatâs when Calvocoressi realized that writing poetry is like a hypothesis. The lines and structure are the experiments. Some work; others donât. And when they fail, the poet analyzes what went wrong and tries something else.
âPoetry is so cool like that,â Calvocoressi says. âI get a lot of physics and pre-med students who arenât just using it because they need a creative thing on their CV. Thereâs something about the way their minds work that draws them to the artform.â
Veneration for vessels
Much of Calvocoressiâs work focuses on vessels. The poem itself is a vessel for communication.
So is the human body. Because of their nystagmus, Calvocoressi didnât learn to walk until they were 3 years old. But they did develop a keen sense of hearing â and today their poems overflow with sensory language.
when the locusts come, like a spaceship
taking off and how it makes the air shake.
-from âCaptain Lovellâ
âI was always imagining a different body for myself, imagining another life,â Calvocoressi shares. âAnd so a lot of my poetry has to do with gender identity and what it means to be in my nonbinary, queer, trans vessel.â
Calvocoressi learned how to talk more openly about these topics during college. They attended Sarah Lawrence College and Columbia University for bachelorâs and masterâs degrees. New York City provided a safe space for exploring their writing and queerness.
âI wanted to be somewhere where there was creative writing. And lesbians,â Calvocoressi says. âAnd thatâs really where my writing life began.â
this bodyâs not enough for me.
Still I love it.
-from âPraise House: The New Economyâ
While many of Calvocoressiâs poems are spent making sense of themselves and their tumultuous childhood, they also include moments in U.S. history. Their first book of poetry, âThe Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart,â explores emotions around the famed flyerâs disappearance and delves into other âominous shadowsâ of small-town America, like a 1944 Ringling Bros. circus fire that killed 168 people.
âMy poems are a portal,â they say.
Most of the time, they are a portal to lost loved ones, like their mother, their grandparents, and two beloved Carolina colleagues: Jenny Tone-Pah-Hote and Randall Kenan. They use their words to reflect, reconnect, and soothe â something anyone whoâs experienced loss can relate to.
Would love to take a walk with you. Miss you.
Would love to make you shrimp saganaki.
Like you used to make me when you were alive.
-from âMiss you. Would like to take a walk with you.â
The beautiful and the terrible
During last yearâs Radcliffe Fellowship, Calvocoressi worked on their latest book of poetry, âThe New Economy.â
âThis book of poems is about how we keep going,â Calvocoressi says. âI have had many moments in my life where I did not want to keep going.â
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high-fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
-from âHammond B3 Organ Cistern”
As the child of a person who took their own life, Calvocoressi admits that they think about suicide often. It is a part of them. But they also think a lot about life and its joys. It is these thoughts that theyâve been collecting in a nonfiction book called âThe Year I Didnât Kill Myself.â
âIâve been working forever on this nonfiction book about why people kill themselves. And itâs a question of like, well, why doesnât everybody kill themselves? And thatâs not a hopeless question because there are answers. So maybe my poems are me just trying to answer that for myself.â
Calvocoressi pauses and points to a patch of leaves in the trees. They are lime-green, illuminated by a halo of mid-morning sunlight.
âLook at the light,â they say. âItâs so gorgeous right now. And I get to think about that. And I get to think about my students and how they are going to blow my mind in class today. It’s like the beautiful and the terrible. Iâm always working on that.â
Gabrielle Calvocoressi is an associate professor in the Department of English and Comparative Literature within the UNC College of Arts and Sciences.
