AN INTERVIEW WITH CHARLES REZNIKOFF IN PROVIDENCE BY MAIREAD BYRNE
MB: You published your own books?
CR: Yep, well, by and large. The Objectivist Press was pretty much a
few guys self-publishing together, sort of a publishing circle-jerk. Then
after I came to Providence Black Sparrow did a lot. But to a large extent,
I published my own work. I took maximum care of the minimal audience I
had.
MB: But in what sense were the books your own? I mean, I can see that
the Black Sparrow Press books were "Charles Reznikoff's" (rather
than John Martin's or Seamus Cooney's or anyone else's). But *Testimony*
and *Holocaust* are books compiled from the recorded words of others:
is this a type of robbery?
CR: Probably. I robbed from the poor, who don't even have to be acknowledged
by name. If I'd tried the same thing with Oppen or Zukofsky, they might
have stung me.
MB: Right. I'm on a listserv and ran into trouble recently for stitching
together a piece of writing using the words of two other members.
CR: What's a listserv?
MB: I'm not too sure. It's a form of self-publishing. It's also a place
of refuge.
CR: So your use of your fellow members' words was an inappropriate type
of appropriation, partly because they're writers too and them's thar words
and partly because you're all fellow-sufferers in the lists of the world
and it was a breach of confidence?
MB: I dunno. I didn't respect the little pointy flags declaring ownership.
You got away with "Testimony" and "Holocaust" because
the people you were ripping off didn't know about it.
CR: And yet I think of these books as acts of modesty, and also very
delicate recognition and intimacy.
MB: I know what you mean.
CR: Yeah, I wrote and published books I didn't write. Who doesn't? Maybe
I made the books more with my fingers than with my ego. Or maybe my ego
is a set of stubby, careful fingers. Then again, I also wrote books for
which I didn't claim authorship, like "Early History of a Sewing-Machine
Operator."
MB: Quotation marks are a form of currency within certain writing economies.
Mostly, writers strip images and words from those powerless to do anything
about it. You do this in a very naked way; yet you also make the writer
a very naked figure, tremulously pedestrian. You plod alongside convention.
But anyway-know anywhere I could get a flat tire fixed on the fourth of
July?
CR: You could try Pep Boys.
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