Vincent Tinguely is a writer based in Winnipeg. His work has appeared in Four Minutes to Midnight no. 10, Canadian Poetry no. 64, and the Poetry-Quebec website, edited by Endre Farkas. His fiction has been anthologized in The Art of Trespassing (Invisible Press), the conundrum reader (conundrum press) and Stories from Blood & Aphorisms vol. 2 (Gutter Press). He is the co-author (with Victoria Stanton) of Impure— Reinventing the word (conundrum press), a nonfiction book about the Montreal spoken word poetry scene. He is a recent graduate of the Masters in Cultural Studies program at the University of Winnipeg, with a focus on texts and culture.
Q: How long were you in Ottawa, and what first brought you here? What took you away?
I was brought to Ottawa in the summer of 1972 by the inexorable logic of the Canadian Armed Forces. My Dad was transferred regularly, every two or three years, during the entirety of my childhood and teen years, and Ottawa was just one stop along the way. We moved to CFB Ottawa (North), also known as CFB Rockcliffe. I have only recently learned that the entire base where I lived and had so many foundational experiences has been decomissioned and torn down, and a completely new housing development has sprung up in its place.
Q: How did you first get involved in writing, and subsequently, the writing community here?
I
had already begun to conceive of myself as a writer, tapping out science
fiction and fantasy stories on my Dad's trusty manual Smith-Corona portable
typewriter, as a grade V kid in Kingston. Because I lived in Ottawa only in my
early teen years (I attended grade VIII at Viscount Alexander Public School on
the base, and grade IX at Sir Wilfrid Laurier High School), it hadn't yet
occurred to me to get involved in a writing community. I was delighted to hone
my writing skills by taking a typing course in grade IX, for which I received
an award (see photo). It was during this typing class, when I'd be bored after
completing an assignment at lightning speed, that I would indulge my nascent
writing skills with puerile freeform texts designed to amuse my equally puerile
classmates. Such as:
we explained that it is impossible to we
explained that it si
we explained we explained that if you
don't pay up we explained we ecplained that it would be dangerous get get your
get your
[all
typos verbatim]
and
There was a mad man named Card
Who was as interesting as a pile of lard.
When he attempted to teach,
A lesson to a peach,
They threw him in a cell, which was
barred.
Well
... you get the picture. (Mr. Card actually taught us Physics in grade IX.) I
should note that two of my puerile classmates from that year became lifelong
friends and frequent correspondents, back when people communicated by writing
letters and 'posting' them to one another. I consider this another key
component of my early development as a writer. I'd visit these friends in
Ottawa regularly (I was living just up the river in CFB Petawawa at the time),
and we'd haunt the used bookstores up and down Bank Street to add to our
collections of H.P. Lovecraft, Clark Ashton Smith, J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert E.
Howard, Anne McCaffery and Andre Norton. This tradition continues every time I
visit Ottawa to this day – more recent finds included Anaïs Nin's unexpurgated
diary Fire, Diane di Prima's
collected poetry, and one of Gary Snyder's New Directions books.
So, my relationship with the Ottawa writing community as such came much later, and was largely through yourself, mr. rob mclennan; for instance, when I was in town for the launch of Impure in Ottawa in 2002, I was put up for the night in the extremely dusty and book-haunted environs of mr. mclennan's apartment at the time. rob also published one of my poems as an above ground press broadside (no. 169) back in 2003. And the good people at Library and Archives Canada included me in their 'virtual exhibition' of 2009, Artists' Books: Bound in Art, featuring some of my many self-published zines.
Q: How did being in such a community of writers shift your thinking about writing, if at all? Have there been subsequent shifts due to where you have lived since?
In Montreal, I became part of a constellation of writers and other artists performing, self-publishing and even touring their poetry and creative writing projects. This scene soon connected to similar enthusiasts in other cities, which led me to visits and publications in far-flung locales such as Winnipeg, London, Toronto, Vancouver and, yes, Ottawa! It was always fun to meet writers from other local scenes to see what they were producing, and what sort of ideas they had that we could adopt in our own practices.
Q:
What are you working on now?
I'm
working on an endless project of 'auto-docu-fiction' covering the years
1982-1986. I'm currently about halfway through, and hope to finish by the time
I'm 70 (I just turned 65 this year). It involves a lot of research into my own
archive, as well as whatever I can find online or close at hand. Among other
things, the texts explore my early formation as a writer, from the point where
I decided that was what I wanted to do, to the time when I had my first
publications in literary magazines. It's an extremely dense writing process,
and some of the most satisfying work I've ever done.