08/31/2024
Introduction at the launch of
Apportioning the Light by Karen Tschannen
Sandra Kleven of Cirque Press
On Karen… When I review the process of arriving here, early steps are vague. We met in the summer of 2016 when Karen’s friend, former laureate, Joanne Townsend, came to Anchorage from Los Cruces, New Mexico and read as the Poetry Parley featured poet.
They were once three – Joanne, Nancy Cleery and Karen. Three graces – friends who supported each other’s writing in the tradition of Anne Sexton and Maxine Kumin. In the tradition of many kitchen table poets.
This period in our history - the seventies and earlier - was a time when the poetry of woman was trivialized as “kitchen poetry” and a woman had to fight this perception even to take herself seriously.
Karen took UAA classes with Tom Sexton and Nancy Cleery. A prose/poem piece titled “Wednesday Lover” was published in the first issue of AQR. That would be the mid 80’s. This would be considered quite the accomplishment. Thirty-five years later AQR is the hardest nut to crack.
Somehow through my acquaintance with Karen I gathered the fact that she had enough material at hand to read as the featured local poet for Poetry Parley. This is all vague up until about two years ago in the geographical footprint formed right here… back when we occupied the Adults Only shop and I heard Karen read her verse for the first time… “Where is that woman walking past going? I’ve seen her before…”
Soon, I would ask “Do you think you have enough poetry for a book?” And for 14 months we worked to make this happen. Michael Burwell edited. Paxson Woelber worked on design and Kat Anderson providing the cover. There was no Cirque Press. But I proposed this to Michael “For nine years, we’ve created two books a year.” Referencing Cirque. We know how to make a book. Let’s publish Karen’s collected poetry.”
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Now, there are no words because we have captured them all here… in poems with such memorable phrasing as “ankle deep in stars.” “stiff night of winter,” “praised god in horizontal harmonies,“ “bulbs like infant fists insisting on the light, lobed memories listening intently..” and “Where is that woman Walking Past Going, I’ve seen her before going alone.”
Karen says, collected poems are like an offering. We bring them together and secure them, offer them. Collected and published in a book, she will be remembered for what she has accomplished. These words will not be lost. Karen writes, “Once for a little time, someone heard my words, words reckless and inexhaustible, words powerful as love. “
Karen Tschannen – one of Alaska’s great poets.
Now I would like to introduce the one to whom the book is dedicated, Annaleisa Tschannen, Karen’s daughter.