John Skoyles has published six books of poems, A Little Faith; Permanent Change; Definition of the Soul; The Situation; Inside Job and Suddenly It’s Summer: Selected Poems, all with Carnegie-Mellon University Press. His work has appeared in The New Yorker, The New York Times, Poetry, The American Poetry Review, The Atlantic, Harvard Review, Slate, Yale Review and The POETRY Anthology, 1912 – 2002, among others. He is also the author of two books of nonfiction, Generous Strangers, a collection of personal essays, several of which were broadcast on public radio; and a memoir, Secret Frequencies: A New York Education. His awards include two grants from the National Endowment for the Arts as well as fellowships from the New York and North Carolina Arts Councils. In 2003, he became a member of the Order of the Occult Hand while reviewing books for the Associated Press. His autobiographical novel, A Moveable Famine: A Life in Poetry, was published by The Permanent Press in 2014. Quale Press published The Nut File, a fiction/nonfiction hybrid in 2017, and Driven, a memoir in travelogue form, is forthcoming from MadHat Press in 2019. He is the poetry editor of Ploughshares and a member of the Writing Committee of the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown.
“The Heart Has Reasons” in The Atlantic (April 2019)
“Self-Help” in POETRY, (May, 2019)
“No Thank You” in The Art of Voice: Poetic Principles and Practice (Norton, 2019)
“Friends in High Places” in The Plume Anthology of Poetry 7.
“In this Painting” forthcoming in Jung Journal: Culture & Psyche.
Driven. MadHat Press, 2019. Prose.
Driven is a travelogue in which the narrator reviews his life in the course of twenty four hours. A professor at a small college hopes for something different to happen on the last day of the academic year. And it does. When he leaves his home on Cape Cod for Boston where he teaches, he enters a world both real and imaginary. Two of his passengers are his dead parents. The third is the love of his life from years ago. He navigates issues of loss, class, fame and family as he passes familiar landmarks, stops at the same coffee shops, recalls the dance at the dump, the stories of barflies and entrepreneurs, eccentric colleagues and his newfound sobriety. Is it fiction or nonfiction? That depends on whether or not you believe in ghosts.
John Skoyles’ Driven is a series of evocative miniatures that explore the past, memory, and how we reconcile our ambition—our intimate drives and what drives us. Skoyles is also well aware of what we can’t control, how we are not always in control, how we are sometimes passengers driven by others. These stories are gorgeously rendered lyrics, mature in their observations, and breathtakingly sublime in their imagery. Skoyles writes prose odes to loss, impermanence, to saying goodbye, affirming a life well-lived, a life filled with friendship and love. — Denise Duhamel, author of Blowout and Ka-Ching!
An obsessive, eloquent, bittersweet, tragicomic, and utterly persuasive meditation on the relationship between loss (the marker of human existence) and imagination (the marker of art). — David Shields, author of Reality Hunger and The Trouble with Men: Reflections on Sex, Love, Marriage, Porn, and Power.
Someday I will write a book as good as John Skoyles’ Driven, I told myself in a dream. I awoke next to Skoyles in his car, laughing, weeping and marveling at his talent and grace as a writer. I plan to buy many copies of Driven and give them to friends, that they may learn what the human spirit holds and how it travels. — Pablo Medina, author of Cubop City Blues and The Island Kingdom.
Imagine a book that captures the charm of Grace Paley, the deadpan-ness of Thomas Bernhard, and the anagogical play of Joy Williams. Impossible? No, that’s John Skoyles’ Driven, smashing the barriers between the here and the afterlife, the real and the imaginary, illness and health, youth and old age—all the tidy, unsatisfying categories we’ve constructed to trek through the day. Brilliance! — Paul Lisicky, author of The Narrow Door: A Memoir of Friendship.
Driven is a tender account of matters sorting themselves in the autumn of life. It inspires an awakening, which is to live well, to pay attention to every fraught atom of sorrow and joy, and to be grateful. Skoyles shows us the intricate way moment meets memory, as his meditations on his life reveal a sensibility that is all too rare. —Afaa M. Weaver, author of The Government of Nature and Spirit Boxing.
“The Alchemist” in Brevity, edited by Dinty Moore. January, 2019.
Interview with August Smith– Woven Tale Press: http://www.thewoventalepress.net/2017/10/26/wtp-writer-john-skoyles/
“His Shirt” in The Yale Review. Summer, 2018.
“My Mother, Heidegger, and Derrida” in The New Yorker. July 24, 2017.
The Nut File: full-length fiction/nonfiction hybrid by Quale Press.
THE BOSTON GLOBE: Poet and Emerson professor John Skoyles’s new book, “The Nut File’’ (Quale), is a curious miscellany. It’s made up of bits of fiction, nonfiction, and the found: small stories, observations, obituaries, academic e-mails, memos, police logs, and personal kernels of wisdom, longing, and regret. Skoyles, who can be both open and wry, writes of a murderer sitting in the bus seat behind him, of bonking his head entering an exit, of academic fires and feuds. There are good questions: “Could there be a memory behind the choice of every mistaken word?” And pithy lines that vibrate with humor and truth: “Life is, after all, just one person after another.” Taken together, the assemblage takes on the messy heft of life. — Nina MacLaughlin GLOBE CORRESPONDENT JULY 14, 2017
THE NUT FILE captures a world desperately trying to make sense of itself, the frantic regions of lives lived, including that of the author, whose portrait is drawn by the selection and composition of the assembled stories. Comprised of original as well as appropriated material — obituaries, academic emails, private notes, micro-fictions, literary excerpts, weird memos, police logs, hard news, dear Johns and autobiographical confessions — the entries range from the absurd to the grave, from the ambiguous to the bombastic, from the ironic to the tragi-comic. Patti Smith at Allen Ginsberg’s deathbed, a portrait of the founder of One Finger Zen, a Joyce scholar gone mad, tabloid headlines announcing the deaths of Papa Wallenda and Brendan Behan, Chinese proverbs, stories of escaped murderers, cruel nuns and customer experiences at the Cuddle and Bubble spa on Valentine’s Day are all glimpsed in THE NUT FILE. Many voices speak throughout this collection: those of friends, relatives and strangers. Some stories and anecdotes come directly from Jimmy Cannon, Truman Capote, Harold Clurman, Isaac Dinesan, Jim Harrison, Vladimir Nabokov, Georges Perec, and Mary Heaton Vorse, among others.
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Book Review: Suddenly, It’s Evening “It may be evening, but it’s not yet night.” By Joyce Peseroff, Contributing Editor, The Woven Tale Press
SUDDENLY, IT’S EVENING: SELECTED POEMS, John Skoyles (Carnegie Mellon, 2016). 112 pp. $16.95 INSIDE JOB, John Skoyles (Carnegie Mellon, 2016). 72 pp. $12.25.
John Skoyles has had a long career as a poet, memoirist, novelist, essayist, editor, and academic. The title of his selected poems, Suddenly, It’s Evening, has a valedictory sound. (Disclosure: he and I share a publisher, and I taught at Emerson College while he chaired the Writing, Literature and Publishing program. Editor’s Note: John Skoyles is also a contributing editor to the press.) Many poems in this collection feel elegiac, written in the voice of a man whose understanding of the world has left him sadder but wiser. He’s a poet of sorrows rather than griefs, and deep affection more than hot love. Among his subjects are family, marriage and divorce, friendship, illness and mortality, the perils and pleasures of a full glass of whiskey, and the neighborhoods in New York City and the outer Cape where he grew up and where he settled. Skoyles’s language is conversational and his tone often wry, seasoned now and then with a dash of surrealism. He builds his poems as carefully as a comic builds a joke, and ends each adroitly with a sharp, unexpected, yet thoroughly satisfying turn.
Both Suddenly, It’s Evening and Inside Job divulge a lifetime’s acquaintance with what can and cannot be restored. On one side is friendship, parenthood, family history, and roots that dig into nourishing soil. On the other is time and its attendant erosions. John Skoyles notes it all with compassion, modesty, and grace.
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OCTOBER 2016: SUDDENLY IT’S EVENING: SELECTED POEMS. https://www.amazon.com/Suddenly-Its-Evening-Selected-Carnegie/dp/0887486150/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
OCTOBER 2016: INSIDE JOB: NEW POEMS. https://www.amazon.com/Inside-Job-Carnegie-Mellon-Poetry/dp/0887486142/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
“No Surprises,” “Granville,” “Despair,” “Portrait of a Portrait Painter,” “Inside Job,” and “Academe.” Jung Journal: Culture & Psyche, Spring 2016, Volume 10, Number 2. “Skoyles dips deep into archetypal themes through images of personal experience to achieve an effect that is evocative and moving.”
“Johnny London: A Memoir.” Five Points: A Journal of Literature & Art. Winter 2016, Vol. 17 No. 1. Listed as one of the Notable Essays in Best American Essays 2015, Jonathan Franzen, editor.
“And Then Something Like This Happens: On the Poetry of John Skoyles,” essay by David Rigsbee in Not Alone in My Dancing: Essays and Reviews. Black Lawrence Press, 2016.
Inside Job: Review by Daniel Klawitter http://www.newpages.com
- John Skoyles
- Carnegie Mellon University Press
- October 2016
- ISBN-13: 978-0-88748-614-2
- Daniel Klawitter
“The proper study / of monkey-kind is man, / and the true study / of man is shenanigans.” So writes the playful, keen-eyed and accomplished poet John Skoyles in the poem “Evolutionary Shenanigans” from his fourth book of poetry, Inside Job. Inside Jobis divided into three untitled sections, and the poems run the gamut from the autobiographical to sketches of literary figures like Jorge Luis Borges and Grace Paley.
This book was a real delight to read: full of carefully-crafted poems written in short, lyrically condensed lines with a nimble rhythm and cadence. And there are plenty of amusing “shenanigans” throughout this book I assure you. Take, for example, the poem: “Best-Selling Poet Threatens My Love Life.” The poet’s new girlfriend (who runs a pet store) calls him up to rave about another poet she has just heard on NPR that made her laugh and she wants her boyfriend to agree that this poet is funny. However, the author does not share her admiration, confessing to us his real feelings:
To me, the poet’s best
are few and far between
but it’s hopeless to quote
the Times review:
with him it’s never a line
that counts, but always the anecdote,
the one about.
But in order to preserve the relationship with his girlfriend, the poet decides to withhold his criticism, for he has learned from certain “tricksters”
like Frost that there are ways
of telling the truth, and I resort
to one of them: a lie.
“Yes,” I say, “Hilarious!
Are we on for tonight?”
Other poems in the collection, just as playful, have more of a metaphysical bite, like the poem “Someone, Somewhere” about the author’s grandmother who is certain that somewhere:
there exists a little girl
jumping rope who never lands
on a crack, who curtsies
in a pretty dress after singing
When, when, when
while the rest of us fade
into age. Even a corpse
casts a shadow, Grandma
used to say, and she was not
a student of Swedenborg
or Blake, but a maker
of meatballs, a baker of cakes,
a lover of steak who swore
when she carved a roast
in their presence.
The weird, suggestive, and evocative depth of the poem above (and others like it in the collection) has to me something of the uncanny flavor of another poet I admire, Charles Simic. However, Skoyle’s work seems more contextually grounded and while it flirts with ambiguity, he is also not afraid of the starkly declarative gesture, as in the poem “Capitalism,” which ends with the character of publicity stuntman James Moran saying: “It’s a sad day / when a man can’t fly a midget over Central Park.”
If you like poems that are alternately funny, wry, in-your-face, tender, hard-nosed, philosophical, witty and musical, you can’t go wrong with this book.
Prairie Schooner’s Poetry New in Review:
The poems in Inside Job range from intensely autobiographical lyrics to brief historical portraits of literary figures like Grace Paley and Jorge Luis Borges, to obituaries of idiosyncratic characters such as heavyweight boxing contenders and inventors of candy bars. The tone is often wry, sometimes wistful, and always compassionate.
PLOUGHSHARES BLOG: The Neutral Corner.
October 23, 2015: http://blog.pshares.org/index.php/discovering-milton-resnick/
May 1, 2015: http://blog.pshares.org/index.php/the-neutral-corner-michael-hofmanns-where-have-you-been-and-gottfried-benns-impromptus/
July 3, 2015: http://blog.pshares.org/index.php/the-neutral-corner-nicholas-fox-webers-the-bauhaus-group/
13 poems in the American Poetry Review. January/February issue 2015. Cover photo by Shef Reynolds II. Painting by Emilia Dubicki.
David Rigsbee’s essay on A Little Faith, Permanent Change, Definition of the Soul and The Situation is published in The Cortland Review: “And Then Something Like This Happens: On the Poetry of John Skoyles.”
The Associated Press’s Ron Berthel: POET OFFERS LITERARY FEAST IN A MOVEABLE FAMINE
WGBH-TV ‘s Greater Boston panelist Jabari Asim chooses A Moveable Famine as a “must-read book of the summer.”
LIBRARY JOURNAL lists A Moveable Famine in Top Indie Fiction: 30 Key Titles Beyond the Best-Sellers List for Spring/Summer 2014.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY gives A Moveable Famine a starred review and makes it Pick of the Week.
The List in Plume
How My Wine Turned to Water, an op-ed essay in The New York Times
Autobiography in The New Yorker
After Tanikawa; He’s Had It; and The Beech Forest in Hotel Amerika
Cyborg Shenanigans in Devouring the Green: Fear of a Human Planet, an anthology edited by Sam Witt.
Music Appreciation in B O D Y
A Stay at Yaddo in Five Points, reprinted in Poetry Daily