Bio

Emily Vieweg, MFA is a poet and playwright originally from St. Louis, Missouri. Her work has been published in Foliate Oak, The Voices Project, Northern Eclecta, Red Weather Literary Magazine, Soundings Review, Art Young's Good Morning, and more.

Her one-act play Atomic Lounge was performed in Chicago at The 25th Annual Abbie Hoffman Died for Our Sins Theatre Festival in 2013.

Emily's debut chapbook Look Where She Points is available from Plan B Press.

Emily's second chapbook, Conversations with Beethoven and Bach, is available through Amazon.com.

She lives in Fargo, North Dakota where she is a mother of two, pet parent, data processor and adjunct English instructor.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Tupelo Press 30/30 Project - 30 poems in 30 days...

Hello, my friends and followers.

For the past week or so I have been participating in the 30/30 project with Tupelo Press. This is an intense creative endeavor, writing 30 poems in 30 days. I am doing my best to keep the creative juices flowing, but as you know, life happens - so this week I am going to write more than one piece per day, I am going to attempt to write TWO!  (crazy, right?)

This amazing project is similar to NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month - April) and NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month - November), where poets write 30 poems or a full novel in 30 days.



About the 30/30 Project

Tupelo Press selects a group of poets to write a poem each day in a given month. These poems are published on the 30/30 blog. This project has two reasons for existing:
1) To support poetry and the literary arts
2) To raise funds for a small nonprofit literary press.
Tupelo Press is a nonprofit 501(c)(3) literary press - check them out here.

Fundraising Goals
I write short poetry. I say as much as possible in as few words as possible. Hopefully painting a picture of a scene and describing it in such a way that the meaning is unmistakable. 
My fundraising goal for this project is $350.00. 

Already family and friends have donated $100 towards my goal, and I am so very grateful for that. For me this isn't about the money, it's about promoting what I love to do - writing. Expressing myself through words that are sometimes difficult to come by in the moment, but after reflection, can develop into a snapshot of life.

If you cannot support the project financially, that is okay! Stop by the 30/30 blog every day to read new poems.

Thank you for all the love, guidance and support.

Emily

@EmilyJVieweg

In partnership with Tupelo Press 30/30

Friday, October 7, 2016

"Trial" - 1956 - Conrad Marca-Relle

"Trial" - 1956 - Conrad Marca-Relle
Minneapolis Institute of Art (MIA), September 2016

What follows below is auto-writing from my visit to the MIA in September. I was drawn to this piece and it did not want to let me go. I spent half the day standing and sitting in this room - this photo is me. I didn't know my boyfriend was taking pictures, so you probably see my head cocked to the side, as if I'm trying to figure something out...  You're right. I'm still trying to figure it out...

You'll notice some *** in a few of the words - that doesn't mean swear words, that means "crap I was writing way too fast and now I don't know what that word is!!!"

The original message is white on black -
but the people 
- the cover ups - the letters
scrawled within the ***trals are 
screaming to get out
searching for a clear message I find none.
There is something here beneath the canvas
overlays - yelling to me to find and free it.




Light and shadow canvas on black on white
Justice is hidden behind filters - my truth is
not your truth but it is still truth

and now I sit on the museum floor - perplexed
by this being - this trial in front of me - 

What is it saying?
That justice and law and experiments are
clouded by our filters 
How innocence is not
objective but subjective depending on the crime or
offense or indignity thrust upon me - and
it is my job to find  meaning behind the
paint - behind the mask - behind the canvas - 

behind the makeup - the fingerprints - the
strategically placed brush strokes - 

I wonder what glue holds this together - 
this melding of the materials - 

A hand is reaching out to me and I cannot
see it but I feel it - there is no doubt - 

my purpose is to free 
the message displayed
here

so I sit - soaking in
the images - ignoring 
the footsteps and 
coughing security guard
and just be in the
presence of this work ---

They're faces - 
a hundred faces pleading
their case - Quiet eyes
peering through the
shards of canvas --

Pray
Sharp

Do they see what I see - 
Do I want to know what
is really there? Do I ...

I keep coming back to the 
message in the canvas - 
maybe if I sit closer
I will see more
or maybe not

Faces / pain / beaks / bodies 
words are painted beneath
the canvas and between 
and over and under

Fragmented canvas
Fingerprints are not a mistake

I sit to the left for a 
new perspective - 

ART / STRING / SPRING

What are we guilty of except pleasure and what kind
of trial is this?

A man in uniform ~~ clergy?
pursed lips
I am

Picasso-esque tears
dog barking lower right
death whispering to a
downed polar bear - 
bottom right - a FACE
A phallus
a bowed head
bottom center - person reclining
2 in bed

am i reading into this?
Do i care?

I am seeing faces 
everywhere - bodies
hunched in agony or
desire

looking behind the letters 
and into the canvas - between
the visible and into the 
subjective - as guilt or
innocence and be seen -- 

I was right to change my
perspective and glad I
do not force myself 
onto a sofa or chair

I still see words and
letters... trying to look
through them -- 

I don't care that they are
whispering or about whom
they are ss-ss-ss-ss-ing

Scooting closer
A sharper angle

fewer words - more 
abstract bodies contortioning
through the canvas pieces

and i don't know why this
touches me - so many
messages in this one work -- 

another new scene -- 
from the right --

swords / battles / bodies
why do i see these things

eyes just appeared
blinked then
dissipated

I hope this is all intentional
because otherwise my found 
meaning is laughable - 

shadows light canvas
wood oil black white
mixed brush stroke drip
dribble Forgotten

why were these choices made

what did it?