Review
"Hold everything! is what you're doing right now, for this book contains multitudes. MC Martha Cinader herewith enters the realms of bookography with a slingshot satellite launch of new groove. Hear the jazz, there the battlefield of love, and everything in between your hands, your hands. Genre-busting from perfpo to prosepo, I tell you this -- Martha C meshes body organs and imagination in an arena of politics from the inside out. Hail, Poet of the Future!" - --Bob Holman-Mouth Almighty Records, Author of Collect Call of the Wild
"When you cook chicken you have to stick a fork in it to tell if it's done, but you don't have to do that to Cinader's poems. They're raw and cooking at the same time. She's like a female Sun Ra who can coax words out of her saxophone. She never omits any detail even when she's taking us to another stratosphere. When the Body Calls is daring and unflinching. An important body of work." ---Hal Sirowitz, author of My Mother Said and My Therapist Said
"In style and substance both provocative and original, When the Body Calls is a both a challenge and a pleasure to read. Martha is a poet whose sensual prose takes us into a world full of complex questions." ---Lan Cao, author of Monkey Bridge
About the Author
Born in New York City in 1962, I spent my early childhood in Montclaire, New Jersey with my parents and growing family. When I was seven, my family of seven moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where we lived for the next seven years, returning to the East Coast to live in New York City in 1975, when I was thirteen years old. Attending the Spence School for girls by day, I graduated with honors when I was 17. I alternately sold clothes and served cookies during that time for spending money. By night and mostly without permission, I attended jazz concerts in the East and West Village. I learned about and heard many of the jazz legends, most of whom have since passed away. Hearing live music at the heights of achievement, and observing the mostly forsaken circumstances under which these geniuses lived out their lives, was the beginning of a life-long fascination with music, culture and society, and each of our places in it. I began writing poetry and keeping journals, which I now wish I still had. I threw them all away once, in a fit of self-hatred. After an un-inspired summer semester at New York University, I left school and home, and began to attend what I called "The School of Life." This involved moving down to East 3rd Street, and in with the alto player who would be my partner for the next eight years. I worked as a professional model for a little while, and went to Barry Harris' Master Class on Monday nights at the Jazz Cultural Center. I fiddled around on the piano and the flute and sang some songs, but never felt as comfortable as when I had a pen in my hand and words just flowed onto the paper. My first publication credit is an interview I did of my partner and took around to the publisher of The East Villager. We bought one way tickets to Amsterdam, Holland in 1984, and travelled around Europe for the next six years, following a sort of jazz circuit from Amsterdam to Valencia, to Paris, where our daughter Crystal was born. By the time we landed in Munich it finally became evident to me that these were not ideal circumstances for parenting or nurturing my own talents. I returned to the East Village with Crystal in 1990. Soon after my return I started a little event called Sunday Afternoon Stories that I hosted at a little french restaurant in Soho called La Poeme. After awhile that became an open mic, with more poets showing up than storytellers. A train ride to the WBAI Radio Station with the intention of promoting my event on the air, turned into a ten year stint as a volunteer producer and on-air host. While there I wrote and produced several live radio dramas, and also interviewed many interesting authors and musicians. Even though I was mostly broke I got the chance to attend many cultural events as a reporter, which broadened my education in many ways. I also did some work for Steve Cannon at A Gathering of the Tribes, where I wrote some grants and was the associate editor for a couple issues of the magazine by the same name. My open mic series eventually became Listen & Be Heard Open Mic, a weekly event that moved from the University of the Streets to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, and helped me to hone my skills over the next five years. I wrote a collection of biographical stories entitled "Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference," that was published by Tenth Avenue Editions. I was invited to perform them at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in Scotland. That marked the beginning of my collaboration with Sabine Worthmann, which formed the basis for the group I called Po'azz Yo'azz. We performed at arts festivals in t