Showing posts with label Gil McElroy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gil McElroy. Show all posts

Monday, March 05, 2018

the twelfth issue of seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics is now online!


FEATURING:

Joe Blades
Afterword, from Tribeca: Twentieth Anniversary Edition

Natalee Caple
Afterword, from The Appetites of Tiny Hands: Twentieth Anniversary Edition

Doyali Islam
Interview with Gil McElroy: Conspiracy & Community

Lee Parpart
Review: Kaveh Akbar, Calling a Wolf a Wolf

Lee Parpart
Interview with Kaveh Akbar

Stacy Szymaszek
from A Year from Today

Lary Timewell
Poems

TWELFTH ISSUE : WINTER 2018

rob mclennan: editor
mdesnoyers : design & (re)compiler
roland prevost: founding managing editor


Friday, December 15, 2017

Ongoing notes: the ottawa small press book fair (part two,



[poet and Apt. 9 Press publisher/editor Cameron Anstee, putting together further copies of Gil McElroy's latest; to the right, Michael e. Casteels at the Puddles of Sky Press table] Further to my previous set of notes (and, see, I’m writing about Toronto’s Indie Literary Market as well), here is another item I picked up at our most recent fair:

Ottawa/Colborne ON: I’ve been pleased to see Colborne, Ontario poet, curator and critic Gil McElroy [see my 2015 Jacket2 piece on him here] revisiting older works, such as the publication of his Sum: Word Maps (Ottawa ON: Apt. 9 Press, 2017), a slightly reworked version of a much older poem that blends the language grids of, say, Wilfred Watson, with the sensibilities of Steve McCaffery. I’d be curious to see where some of this revisiting/excavation might lead, and if it might mean a shift in his current work, as contemporary McElroy begins to collaborate with a previous version of his writing-self. Produced with the “Original Introduction” from 1983, McElroy’s grid-poem plays with numbers, fractions and patterns, writing: “Consider an arbitrary (and imaginary) structure composed of two parallel “lines” running horizontally, each “line” containing thirteen possible letters spaced at equidistant intervals [.]”The afterword, “After Words,” provides a bit more context to the piece (which would be difficult to easily replicate here):

As a working poet, though, most of my visual poetry dates back to the late 1970s/early 1980s. It was there that Word Maps took shape. I’d been casting around for a way of “disorganizing” words as semantically meaningful units, conversely seeking some organization scheme that would allow me to do something visual without devolving into what I thought of as the decorative or ornamental. While I wasn’t necessarily opposed to the aesthetic by any means (the words I chose to map, for instance, were most certainly the product of aesthetically based decision-making), so much visual poetry I had seen struck me as trite, especially by comparison with what visual artists – Lawrence Weiner, Gerald Ferguson, Jenny Holzer, even a piece by ‘earth’ artist Robert Smithson – were doing with language. It was far more sophisticated than an awful lot of visual poetry I had seen by poets.

But it was still held hostage to meaning, and I wanted to get outside of that. So, for good or ill, I thought that systemization would be just the trick, and I embraced one of Modernism’s great devices: the grid. I wanted to see words – the purely visual unit – differently, to strip away anything hinting of meaning, connotation, metaphor, what have you, and consider the pure artefact. Hence, Word Maps, visual units mapped onto an organizational grid that prevented meaning from adhering and so gave sight to something elemental, essential. In an introduction I wrote for the first appearance of Word Maps in Grain magazine (November 1983 issue, “Visual and Written Languages in Dialogue”) and for an exhibition at AKA Gallery n Saskatoon, I pompously referred to a mapped word as a “genotype,” borrowing from science, and the semantically meaningful ‘worldly’ unit as (logically) the “phenotype.”


Sunday, December 10, 2017

Ongoing notes: Meet the Presses’ Indie Literary Market (part three,



[myself and prior bpNichol Chapbook Award co-winner Gil McElroy] Further to my previous sets of notes (and, see, I’m writing about the ottawa small press book fair as well), here are some other items I picked up at the most recent edition of Toronto’s Indie Literary Market:

Toronto ON: Toronto poet, fiction writer and editor Margaret Christakos’ latest title is the chapbook SOCIAL MEDEA vs VIRTUAL MEDUSA (Toronto ON: Gap Riot Press, 2017).

A A A A a all although any are as as at
being
catapulted coin common crowd
did
feces first
haze horror
I in intentional if if in into is is it
know
language look
Marble may me money my
need
of of of of of On out
point proceed push
refuse
sides single speed starting stem straight
that there this this throw to to truck
was we
you?

I’ve long been fond of Christakos’ engagement with language, regularly constructing manuscripts that play with sampling lines, phrases and entire poems from within (the above piece is reminiscent of that poet who reworked Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” as a sound poem, reading all the words of the poem in alphabetical order, included in PRISM International’s sound poetry issue somewhere around 1990 or so; who was it who did that?). A number of the phrases and short stanzas read as familiar, whether taken directly from her own social media postings or simply a further element of the same project in which she has been critiquing social media via social media platforms, and what social implications the growth of such mediums actually have. As she writes: “in a single horror / intentional although I / into a crowd. / is a language // Look at me [.]” Where might this project (somehow, this feels part of a larger, ongoing project, as opposed to a stand-alone chapbook-length work) end up?

[a post-fair group that included (at least in this photo) Stuart Ross, Paul Dutton and Andrew Faulkner, among others] 

Cobourg ON: I’ve been finding it curious lately to realize the amount of first chapbooks that Stuart Ross’ Proper Tales Press has been producing lately, from last year’s Those problems by Sarah Moses [see my review of such here] to more recent titles such as Allison Chisholm’s On The Count of One [see my review of such here] and London, Ontario/Victoria British Columbia poet Tom Prime’s a strange hospital (2017) (all three of whom, as well, he included in the first and last issue of his The Northern Testicle Review [see my review of such here]). Given the ways in which Ross releases chapbooks into the world, predominantly mentioning only on his blog and appearing at small press book fairs in Toronto and Ottawa (among others), it feels like the sort of thing that hasn’t yet been given due credit or attention (not that chapbooks are usually or often allowed either).

A HOLE

there is a
hole in
the side of my
head. I pick at it and
it grows—

it has
grown so large

there are trees,
flowers,

so large, a
moon orbits

What is interesting in this collection of sixteen short lyric poems is the hair’s-breath difference between the poems that work well enough, and the poems that move beyond that, as though there is nearly something intangible he manages to slip into certain poems, causing them to cling to the attention, bearing repeated readings. While this chapbook is a bit uneven, I am certainly curious to see what he might do next.


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Drunken Boat blog "spotlight" series #7: Gil McElroy

The seventh in my monthly "spotlight" series over at the Drunken Boat blog, each featuring a different poet with a short statement and a new poem or two, is now online: Colborne, Ontario poet Gil McElroy. The first six in the series feature Vancouver poet Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Ottawa poet Jason Christie, Montreal poet and performer Kaie Kellough, Ottawa poet Amanda Earl, American poet Elizabeth Robinson and American poet Jennifer Kronovet. A new post is scheduled for the first Monday of every month.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Stacy Szymaszek, Journal of Ugly Sites & Other Journals




you ate
all the
cured
meat


__



Rachel’s cat
licks my
knuckles

never a parody
of care i.e.

when there
is ground
everywhere

sleeps in
own beds (“austerity measures”)

New York poet Stacy Szymaszek’s fourth full-length poetry title is Journal of Ugly Sites & Other Journals (Albany NY: Fence Books, 2016), a collection built from five extended poem sequences of short lyrics composed as sketched out notes and fragments: “austerity measures,” “late spring journal [2012],” “summer journal [2012],” “5 days 4 nights” and “journal of ugly sites.” Her journal/ notebook poems favour quick thoughts, overheard conversation, observations, description and complaints, and the occasional list, all set up as an accumulation of collage-pieces reminiscent of the work of the late Vancouver poet Gerry Gilbert, as well as various “day book” works produced by Robert Creeley, Gil McElroy and others. There is such an incredible immediacy to the quick notes in this collection, one that manages an intimacy while, as she says in her 2013 “12 or 20 questions” interview, dispenses with persona:

My recent work has dispensed with persona. The longer I live in NYC, the more autobiographical it gets. One idea I have about this is that I had always wanted to live here but I was convinced that I didn’t have what it took, so in my mind this was a city of especially savvy people, a city of heroes—so being here I’ve become heroic, or the persona is now the hero named Stacy. The book I just completed is called Journal of Ugly Sites & Other Journals and takes up the idea of poetic journalism in different forms. The centerpiece is “Journal of Ugly Sites” which is a year-long journal I kept which documents, among other things, the life, illness and death of a Beagle that my partner and I rescued.

One could say that Szymaszek’s Journal of Ugly Sites & Other Journals exists as an exploration of the private and the public selves, writing on and around daily elements of internal and external being, from the meditative and the sublime to stretches of grieving and frustration to the mundane, routine and even magical, as she writes as part of “austerity measures”: “cut self / slack day // org. better / be sea- / worthy // five years / before / the mast [.]” Through such quick notes seemingly, and deceptively, jotted down into these accumulated narratives, they begin to provide intriguing portraits of this semi-fictional “Stacy,” in these, as she calls them, forms of “poetic journalism.” How different is this, one might wonder, to the “I did this, I did that” poetry of New York School poet Frank O’Hara? Both poets moving their art through their days in similar ways (his first drafts were also written relatively quickly during lunch breaks), although Szymaszek’s poems read more natural, somehow, which could easily be as simple as the difference between her journal-poems and his poems composed more traditionally as “poems.”

What is interesting, also, is in how Szymaszek shifts the format slightly between each section, as the first section is dateless, but with the note that it was composed “during the months that followed the death of my dog Isabel on July 8, 2011,” the second and third sections include a scattering of dates within, and the final section is composed more as a straightforward (in comparison) poetic journal, with dates opening each section. As the “3.30.13 – 4.19.13” section of “journal of ugly sites” ends:

East Village: breathing into a paper bag before checking email any phone ringing increasing heart rate // photograph revealing how tired I am appearing on all the hot poetry sites with Warhol’s “Gold Marilyn Monroe” sure rub my ugliness in my face // publishing my shit list as a list poem? “Better to keep two chronicles?” (Harry Mathews) // when the poet said thank you for inviting me most people knew he hadn’t been invited so much as he wore me down // “do you make a livable wage? // Arlo as bearer of bad news today announcing “a bomb just went off”

            if burnout is disavowed grief will I come back to life if I publicly admit how bereft I am?

An extension of this project (and its structures) has already been seen in her short chapbook JOURNAL STARTED IN AUGUST (Projective Industries, 2015), making me curious to see just how far she might further her exploration into the poetic journal. Might there be further volumes?

therapist lets me take
notes in session now
that she understands
it’s not distancing

jot down
“stoic”


*


in 6 days I will be a 43 yr. old
lacking emotional outlets

a protégé

the wasp incident
glory of suffering
burden of an EpiPen
in your purse

get a holster (“summer journal [2012]”)