Tag: At Bay Press

In this highly energized post, we’ll be learning a lot from writer, editor, and publicist Dani Arieli. She tells us about her passion for poetic language, describes her current work in progress, and offers heartfelt advice for new writers.

Check out her author bio:

Dani Arieli is a poet and author, Pushcart Prize nominee, and lover of weird, dark, and archaic literature. She has creative works featured in 7th-Circle Pyrite, Beyond Words, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and more. She is the marketing and publicity specialist for At Bay Press, and is currently working toward her Honours Bachelor of Creative Writing and Publishing degree at Sheridan College.

During most writing sessions, her black cat sits atop her lap while she fervently taps away at her keyboard; she very much enjoys having a writing partner who can meow.

First of all, thank you for the kind words of praise! When I received the E-mail detailing my nomination, I can tell you right now—I practically froze. I was in sheer disbelief, as the story which had been nominated, Across the Marsh, was my second-ever short-story publication, as well as my first-ever online publication. Of course, with this nomination, came the rather terse realisation that this is now the bar. So, with my current W-i-Ps—be it short-story or manuscript—I find myself constantly, and rather erratically, poring over my writing as I convince myself this, too, is Pushcart-worthy… And hopefully, they are! But, the pessimist in me says otherwise. All I know is that my life’s purpose feels tied to usurping this bar.

At what point did you realize you had a passion for poetic language? In what ways did your coursework at Sheridan College help you move forward to pursue writing as a career? What additional supports did you have along the way?  

Two words: My professor. I entered into my first-ever Poetry class/seminar in my early years at Sheridan College, and I knew nothing about the art of poetry. When I first presented my ‘poem’ to my professor, I was ready to listen to some minor substantive edits regarding syntax and word choice; but when my professor began to point out the facets of my poem that were, really, there without rhyme or reason (why did you choose to centre your text? why is this section in italics? is ‘purple’ truly the only way you can describe this object?), it became quickly apparent that my poem was simply… words. These selections from the English language did not occupy a rigorous or intended place within the poem! So, I began to think about ways to describe certain feelings, thoughts, ideas, people, places, struggles, desires, fears, depravities—until the abstract and subjective nature of my musings began to spread across the page like blood from a slick lesion. Now, and especially in my manuscript, I find myself resorting to poetic language when describing exposition; and, speaking of my manuscript—as I am writing from the depraved and infamous mind of France’s notorious sadist, the Marquis de Sade—poetic language seems only fitting for such mad musings. There is a haunting beauty in the poetic language, and my professor helped me realise this during that single class at Sheridan.