I'm a monthly blogger over at the Ploughshares blog! And my sixth post is now up: an interview with Poetry Editor Rhonda Douglas on Arc Poetry Magazine.
You can see links to all of my Ploughshares posts here, including an interview with editor/publisher Leigh Nash on Invisible Publishing, an interview Cobourg, Ontario poet, editor, fiction writer and small press publisher Stuart Ross, an interview with Toronto novelist Ken Sparling, an interview with award-winning Kingston writer Diane Schoemperlen and an interview with award-winning Toronto poet Soraya Peerbaye.
Showing posts with label Rhonda Douglas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhonda Douglas. Show all posts
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Friday, April 17, 2015
Profile of Rhonda Douglas, with a few questions, at Open Book: Ontario
My profile of Ottawa writer Rhonda Douglas, with a few questions, is now up at Open Book: Ontario. Douglas launches her first collection of short fiction, Welcome to the Circus (Freehand Books, 2015) in Ottawa as part of the Ottawa International Writers Festival on April 28, and again, at Black Squirrel Books on May 8 with Nadine McInnis and Leslie Vryenhoek.
Thursday, May 01, 2014
National Poetry Month: Chaudiere Books,
In case you might not have noticed, April was (supposedly) Poetry Month, and to celebrate such, Chaudiere Books posted new poems by Chaudiere authors and friends of the press alike all month on the blog, with a new piece posted roughly every second day. There are now new poems on the site by Amanda Earl, Roland Prevost, Gil McElroy, Rhonda Douglas, Anita Dolman, Marcus McCann, Eleni Zisimatos, Pearl Pirie, derek beaulieu, Karen Massey, myself, Helen Hajnoczky and plenty of others.
Watch for our spring Indiegogo campaign! You can join our facebook group to keep track, or even join us on twitter @ChaudiereBooks.
Watch for our spring Indiegogo campaign! You can join our facebook group to keep track, or even join us on twitter @ChaudiereBooks.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Snowbirding in South Florida: Boca Raton,
Then our eyes clear and the emptiness within is
the same as the emptiness without, and the glass is transparent.
Rosmarie
Waldrop, Driven to abstraction
We woke one morning and the ocean was gone. Some
of us
were relieved. Who can blame it if it had been
our audience?
Sue
Goyette, Ocean
We’ve
already been here for days. Since Saturday, in Boca Raton, Florida at Christine’s
father’s condo, quietly hanging out with Emperor Rose.
The
weather only delayed our flight by two hours, most of which was sitting on the
tarmac at the Ottawa Airport. Ugh. But Rose was a good passenger, sleeping
soundly through most of it, cooing gently throughout most of the rest.
We
are outside slightly less than we were last year. Baby Rose can’t be out in
direct sunlight between 10am and 2pm, and she’s too young for sunscreen, so our
beach time is shortened, slightly later in the afternoon.
We
enjoy all the nothing we’re doing (between bouts of work—Christine, a book review
due, and myself, pieces for Open Book:
Ontario and judging a youth poetry contest). We enjoy all the not-snow.
We
go for walks, go for lunch with Christine’s father and his wife. We head to the
beach, watch the cruise ships skim the horizon. We engage in that uniquely foreign
state of rest.
The
baby exists outside for the first time in warm weather; for the first time
without layers upon layers. We utilize the stroller. We forego socks.
We
engage with Netflix, so much more powerful in America than the one we have at
home.
On
February 20th, she turned three months old. Madness.
Plans
exist to have dinner (again) with Mark Scroggins and his family on Monday; plans
exist to get down to the Keys to see Hemingway’s house (and the
great-great-great etc grandchildren of his infamous cats) and what else we can
discover.
I’ve
been working on fragments of a longer poem, “Standing on a beach in South Florida,
February,” sketching out a series of accumulations; extending a short sequence
of poems composed during our trip down here last year around this time [see my report on such here]. The first creative work I’ve managed since Rose was born
(focusing instead on reviews and other such works during my severely shortened
work day), this is what I’ve been focusing on since arrival.
I’ve
also been rereading Rosmarie Waldrop, who has become one of my favourites, her Driven to abstraction (New York NY: New
Directions, 2010) [pictured]. After hearing Phil Hall [in a review essay at seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics] and Rhonda Douglas repeat the positive qualities of such, I’ve
also been engaging with Sue Goyette’s Ocean
(Wolfville NS: Gaspereau Press, 2013).
We
sit at the edge of the same ocean, but with a far different perspective. A fragment of the work-in-progress reads:
Recreate, a place of comfort. Return. Aware of
all the possibilities. Distract, an ecosystem. An emptiness of sugar. Pop tarts.
This was once all swamp.
As far as the eye can see. But eyes can’t see
so far. We imagine: Portugal, the Ivory Coast. We imagine Key West. Next table
coos, proclaims: what a beautiful baby. Monsoon, a snow globe shape.
I am drainage. Strip-mine. Inlays, handicap. Tear
away the flesh. Do they know how to make beautiful.
I imagine the water. A measure of silence. Revolved,
oversimplified. A celebration, branded. The heart is an index of first lines. Christine
presses the palm of her foot into wet sand.
Expresses only the plural: water. Measures
sound, a figure. Cut into swaths, sand. Triangulate airspace, the cover of
night. The pith and the pitch of full moon. A beachy front.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Rhonda Douglas, How to Love a Lonely Man
Self-Portrait
as the One Who Got Away
After, I’m all vowels
agony has sharp elbows (ows, ows)
inhaling grief in the Yaris
all alone.
After a while there are a few things I wish to
take back:
first intake of breath that gave me away
collapse into kiss as though kiss was another
place
near here, and you had a map.
Take back London, all of Bloomsbury,
Wagamama—
kicking you out of the Good Enough Club. Perhaps.
Take back the sacrifice of small animals for
safe flight.
Eliot, Homer, Virgil, all mine again. Maybe.
Take back silences, the drive from Montreal,
417 offering
its asphalt linear hopes: pleasure, pleasure,
pothole, home.
Dodged a bullet, friends say. Culpable and just
not capable,
your twitching carapace must be crushed.
Asshole. Unworthy. Unimaginable idiot.
They exhaust vowels creating a new you
for me to see. I need new glasses,
can’t quite clear the rearview.
Time
ticks,
April lies empty (oh, ache) this time around,
missing cupcakes, balloon animals, Baudelaire.
Couples kiss in the park, I’m seeing
someone new. Friends change the subject.
If
one wishes to tie Ottawa writer Rhonda Douglas’ trade poetry collection, Some Days I Think I Know Things: The Cassandra Poems (Winnipeg MB: Signature Editions, 2006) to her follow-up,
the poetry chapbook (part of a larger work-in-progress) How to Love a Lonely Man (Ottawa ON: Apt. 9 Press, 2013), the theme
is rather obvious—one of connections attempted, achieved, failed and finally
lost. Given that the narrator of her first trade collection was the legendary
Cassandra of Greek mythology, doomed to have her predictions (and those of her
descendants) never believed, how distant is that from a contemporary voice that
opens Douglas’ poem “One Year Later”:
A list of all the things I still want
to tell you: how Viagra ruins
any sentence it’s in; reading Dante
again, I’ve allocated a new circle for strip
malls,
another where everyone’s giving a keynote
address.
The
eleven short narratives that make up How
to Love a Lonely Man exist less as a manual than a series of warnings, such
as in the title poem, that includes: “Stroke / the greying temples of the head
on your lap, don’t say / Christmas, don’t imply there are weeks to come.”
Another poem, “How to Love an Anxious Man” includes: “The tick of his heart to not sure, not sure. / After sex, he’s
twitchy, some country music / star’s cousin.” There are some deep hopes, bad
fortune and ill-fated choices within the lines of these poems, and hers is a
narrator that wishes for something that even she knows is not nearly enough.
It’s as though her narrator exists in a kind of Victorian longing: a blend of
pessimism, romantic ideals and pragmatism. A recent episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation included
one of the main characters discussing marriage, how you shouldn’t marry the
person you can live with, but the person you can’t live without.
Given
that Douglas has been working the past couple of years to complete a manuscript
of short fiction, I’m curious to see how close the narrators of these two works
are in tone, writing from the perspective of being so close to something that
remains impossible, and entirely out of reach. It suggests that Douglas favours
the voice of the voiceless: those who haven’t had much of a voice, she who
spent her time not being considered, offered, or listened to at all. Throughout
the small collection, there are parts of the chapbook that are quite striking,
and other parts that feel a bit too loose and conversational, which might
entirely be an argument of style. Her narrator expresses disappointment, grief
and even rage, and hopefully manages to put the whole sordid business behind
her. In the final poem in the collection, “A Few Uses for It When It’s Done,”
she ends with:
Write it off, that boy you used to know, used
to love, used to
pardon my Biblical reference. This is the art
of lost and found.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Profile of the Diana Brebner Award, with a few questions, now up at open book: ontario,
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Christine McNair + rob mclennan's engagement party, February 18, 2012;
Thanks to kind and incredible host Rhonda Douglas, and all our friends and family who were able to attend. Photo by Pearl Pirie.
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Ottawa's VERSeFest poetry festival: upcoming festival information, + a fundraiser on Saturday,
Ottawa's annual VERSeFest poetry festival now has an updated website, with information on our second annual festival, February 28 - March 4, 2012
with performances by Rae Armantrout, Phil Hall, Suzanne Buffam, Fred Wah, Afua Cooper, Pearl Pirie, Shane Rhodes, Gregory Scofield, Philip Levine, Tim Lilburn and plenty of others!
The Factory Reading Series returns to VERSeFest with two talks/readings by Vermont poet Paige Ackerson-Kiely and Prince George BC poet Barry McKinnon on Sunday, March 4, lovingly hosted by rob mclennan.
This Saturday, January 21st, a VERSeFest fundraiser, Poetry for the End of the World, happens at Arts Court, 2 Daly Avenue, 7:00 pm / $8 cover.
with readings and performances by Call Me Katie at 7:00 pm, followed by an open set and featured performers Brigette DePape, Kevin Matthews, Rhonda Douglas and David O'Meara, and a performance by Montreal's own Puggy Hammer (David McGimpsey, Jason Camlot and Matt Rosenberg) at 10:00 pm.
Check out www.versefest.ca for further information
with performances by Rae Armantrout, Phil Hall, Suzanne Buffam, Fred Wah, Afua Cooper, Pearl Pirie, Shane Rhodes, Gregory Scofield, Philip Levine, Tim Lilburn and plenty of others!
The Factory Reading Series returns to VERSeFest with two talks/readings by Vermont poet Paige Ackerson-Kiely and Prince George BC poet Barry McKinnon on Sunday, March 4, lovingly hosted by rob mclennan.
This Saturday, January 21st, a VERSeFest fundraiser, Poetry for the End of the World, happens at Arts Court, 2 Daly Avenue, 7:00 pm / $8 cover.
with readings and performances by Call Me Katie at 7:00 pm, followed by an open set and featured performers Brigette DePape, Kevin Matthews, Rhonda Douglas and David O'Meara, and a performance by Montreal's own Puggy Hammer (David McGimpsey, Jason Camlot and Matt Rosenberg) at 10:00 pm.
Check out www.versefest.ca for further information
Friday, September 02, 2011
rob mclennan reading at Harvest Moon/ A Night of Poetry A-Plenty/ League Fundraiser/Sept. 17, 2011 (Ottawa)
HARVEST MOON: A NIGHT OF POETRY A-PLENTY
(fundraiser for the League of Canadian Poets)
hosted by Terry Ann Carter and Kevin Matthews,
Saturday evening, September 17th 2011
The Cube Gallery, 1285 Wellington West
6:30 start, for apple/pumpkin pies and social
$5.00 cover
featured guests:
Ian Ferrier,
Eric Folsom (poet laureate of Kingston)
Catherine Kidd.
a round robin reading/performance for local poets include:
Susan McMaster,
Blaine Marchand,
Sandra Ridley,
Sergio (Hyfidelik) Gerra,
rob mclennan,
Ian Keteku,
Stephen Brockwell,
Ronnie R. Brown,
Shane Rhodes,
Claudia C.Radmore,
Brandon Hint,
Rhonda Douglas,
Colin Morton,
Rona Shaffran,
Sarah Muse.
Call Me Katie (Monty Reid's band) will be there!
The first ever "immortality auction" will be held to help raise funds for the League.
Ian Keteku and Monty Reid will be auctioned to the highest bidder for a commissioned poem.
If you have a birthday, an anniversary, or any event you want to celebrate, bid on a poet to write a poem for you.
(There will be another "fundraiser" in the spring to accommodate more League poets).
info: Terry Ann Carter at tacarter@rogers.com
(fundraiser for the League of Canadian Poets)
hosted by Terry Ann Carter and Kevin Matthews,
Saturday evening, September 17th 2011
The Cube Gallery, 1285 Wellington West
6:30 start, for apple/pumpkin pies and social
$5.00 cover
featured guests:
Ian Ferrier,
Eric Folsom (poet laureate of Kingston)
Catherine Kidd.
a round robin reading/performance for local poets include:
Susan McMaster,
Blaine Marchand,
Sandra Ridley,
Sergio (Hyfidelik) Gerra,
rob mclennan,
Ian Keteku,
Stephen Brockwell,
Ronnie R. Brown,
Shane Rhodes,
Claudia C.Radmore,
Brandon Hint,
Rhonda Douglas,
Colin Morton,
Rona Shaffran,
Sarah Muse.
Call Me Katie (Monty Reid's band) will be there!
The first ever "immortality auction" will be held to help raise funds for the League.
Ian Keteku and Monty Reid will be auctioned to the highest bidder for a commissioned poem.
If you have a birthday, an anniversary, or any event you want to celebrate, bid on a poet to write a poem for you.
(There will be another "fundraiser" in the spring to accommodate more League poets).
info: Terry Ann Carter at tacarter@rogers.com
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
12 or 20 questions: with Rhonda Douglas
Rhonda Douglas' first book of poetry, Some Days I Think I Know Things: The Cassandra Poems, was published by Signature Editions in 2008. Her writing has won prizes in The Newfoundland and Labrador Arts & Letters Competition, and the Gregory J. Power Poetry Competition. Her poetry has also won the Far Horizons Award from The Malahat Review, Arc Poetry Magazine’s Diana Brebner award, and been short-listed for the John Newlove Award and This Magazine’s Great Canadian Literary Hunt. Her poetry and short fiction has been published in literary journals in Canada and overseas. She is pursuing a MFA in Creative Writing at the University of British Columbia.
Rhonda is originally from Grand Bank, Newfoundland and now lives in Ottawa, Ontario with her daughter Emma.
1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
I’m not sure it did, all that much. When my first book came out I was two weeks into a divorce, so it’s all a bit of a blur. I think that it probably gave me some greater sense of confidence, in terms of my ability to stay with a longer project. My current work is very different. The first book (Some Days I Think I Know Things: The Cassandra Poems) was character-based, and so the voice was not my own – acknowledging the limits within that frame. My current poetry manuscript is a book of dedicated lyric poems – poems written primarily as a gift or offering to someone, or referencing a personal and particular situation. It feels more harrowing – there’s nowhere to hide.
2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I wrote some short stories when I was young (as in 10 or 12) but poetry is the genre that has stayed with me most consistently over time. Even when I find most writing difficult, I can usually find my way back to poetry. I’m not entirely sure how that happened – probably through some great English teachers. In my late teens and early 20s I read an astonishing amount of poetry; I was ravenous for it.
3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
The work doesn’t really start for me as a “project” – that comes later, after enough individual poems have been written so they begin to resonate with one another, a kind of call and response. Then the project begins to show its possible future shape, though it also changes as I go. The process is quite mixed. Some poems come quickly, others from notes and months of thinking, but all of them go through multiple drafts. For my first book, I deleted a lot of poems – this was necessary and good. I still set some poems aside but fewer now. I suppose I feel slightly more confident about the process. (Oh God, I’ve probably just cursed myself!)
4 - Where does fiction usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
Fiction begins with a fascinating character for me, someone I just can’t resist. That person is facing some serious dilemma or just caught in a ridiculously human moment and then things take off from there. Only when I started working on my novel did I begin to think “book-book” from the start, otherwise I prefer to deal with one dilemma at a time.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
Readings sometimes help, with poetry at least, in that hearing myself speak the work will sometimes reveal a secret I hadn’t seen before and often I will make line corrections after reading a poem aloud. I enjoy some readings, depending on the state of the work. When I bring work out into the open too soon, I sometimes regret it. I mostly enjoy readings for seeing some writing friends – Ottawa has a very supportive literary community and so I like just hanging around and connecting, sometimes hearing a new voice or two. Those moments can be very exciting.
6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
What does it mean to be human? How do we stay grounded and sane in this crazy world? Can poetry (and short fiction) matter anymore? If so, how?
7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
Tell the truth, and tell it well. Name everything that’s wrong and draw large screaming arrows in the direction of all the rightness you can find.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
I LOVE working with a well-read editor. John Barton edited my first book and that was a fabulous experience. I don’t find it difficult at all – I find it stimulating and I enjoy the nature of the conversation. Let’s face it, for most poetry books in this country, that could be the last time anyone other than yourself plays such close attention to your work! What’s not to like?
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
I spent some time a few years ago now obsessed with the “business” or the publishing industry – how it worked, who was involved, how you could be successful within it. The best advice in that regard was from several writer friends I respect. They were subtle about it but it basically amounts to: fuck that shit, just write.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to short fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
It doesn’t feel like a move between for me, though arguably it should. The content sometimes dictates the form, or perhaps at times it is the voice that dictates the form. I like working in multiple genres. I feel like the cross-pollination is healthy.
11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
Ha. Right now I am working full time and then some in the international development world, so my writing routine is suffering a little. I’m trying to get it back. My typical day begins with coffee and email, saying good-bye to my daughter as she heads off to high school, trying to figure out if I have time to shower before the first conference call or Skype meeting...somehow I think that’s not what you mean. I often write on the weekends when I can, or sometimes try to fit some writing into the travelling I do. I am also a big fan of the weekend writing retreat, and grabbing an hour in a coffee shop. Right now the writing time exists in shards, I’m afraid...but it tends to be cyclical so I suspect that will soon expand.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I read poetry, always. Sometimes I will disconnect from everything, so that might look like a visit to the art gallery or a hike in the woods. I go hear other really great writers read their work, or will read interviews with writers that focus on the art itself. Stalling is just fear – it goes away.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Yum. I went vegetarian almost a year ago but still love the smell of meat cooking. So blood pudding and eggs frying on the stove, or turkey in the oven. My mother’s an amazing cook so any of her classics would get me....mmmm, macaroni and cheese...toudens and molasses... (Sorry, that may not translate well! Fried bread dough, basically. See? Tastes better as toudens.)
14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
I find that visual art and choral music, or jazz, open up the space inside me and prepare me to write. Otherwise I just read like the printed word was going out of style. (Should I get an e-reader, what do you think?)
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Writers are important to me for different reasons, and at different times. I read a fair number of American poets and short fiction writers. I seem to keep coming back to a number of Canadian poets: several books by Steven Heighton and Don McKay are in the piles by my bed right now. I like the marriage of the open heart to strong form. I tend to read in great fits so one month it will be all the work I have of one writer, and then another month the piles have changed. Amy Hempel and Wells Tower are in the short fiction pile. I won’t mention the novel pile because they’re new and I’ve had trouble getting into them – I’m going through a non-fiction phase so Philip Gourevitch and Lisa J. Shannon are there at the moment.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Complete the novel I’ve been working on for a couple of years now. Write a short story that is absolutely necessary. Hike Macchu Pichu. Live in France. Find and be capable of a crazy lifetime love.
17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
I am doing it. My “day job” has always been working in the non-profit sector, mainly international development. I’m very blessed that way. Right now in particular I am working with membership-based organizations of urban informal workers (street vendors, home-based workers and wastepickers) and they are amazing people. I get up every day inspired to be working with them. No doubt I would get more writing work done if I had boring paid work, but it seems like a poor trade-off to me. I’m trying to write more about the issues behind my paid work. This is new (non-fiction) so we’ll see how it goes. I’ve been doing this work now for more than 20 years and never written about it.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I don’t honestly know. Poetry saved me, in some sense, and I just wanted to be part of that. I love language and so spending time swimming around in it feels intrinsic to who I am. Beyond that, making stuff up is just a tonne of fun.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Beatrice and Virgil, by Yann Martel. I don’t know why it got such mixed reviews – I thought it was a masterpiece. I think there’s a tendency towards impatience now with anything that isn’t as immediately accessible as a YouTube video.
Last great film is harder...I don’t go as often as I’d like to. I saw the Italian film Mid-August Lunch at the Bytowne and really enjoyed it. I don’t know if it was “great” but it was a lovely way to spend a couple of hours.
20 - What are you currently working on?
A second poetry manuscript of dedicated lyric poems, and a series of non-fiction articles on the “inclusive city.”
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Arc magazine: The Lampman-Scott Award longlist reading;
[Michael Blouin, above] Last night was the annual reading of the eligible titles for the Archibald Lampman-Duncan Campbell Scott Award for best poetry book by a resident of the City of Ottawa, sponsored and administered by Arc Poetry Magazine (see here for list of all the eligible titles). Held at Collected Works Bookstore and Coffeebar in Hintonburg/Mechanicsville (which will soon be swallowed up completely by Westboro), there was a small but attentive crowd; highlights included Shane Rhodes, Stephen Brockwell and Michael Blouin, especially since I’ve started reading Blouin’s first novel, Chase & Haven (Coach House Books), which he launches in Ottawa tonight, and again next week at festival.
Lovingly hosted by former TREE director and current member of the Arc editorial board Rhonda Douglas, I wondered, where were all the other Arc people? I never understand this magazine, how so few of them seem to show up for their own events; what’s that about? Also, the shortlist was announced some time ago, so the idea of the longlist reading was a bit sticky, and for whatever reason, some of the authors on the longlist weren’t able to appear, including Ian Roy, Anne Le Dressay and Nicholas Lea. The winner will be announced on Saturday night on the first day of the Ottawa International Writers Festival, with winner to take home $1,500.
Hunt (Wallace Stevens in the Kootenays)
Here the shagged pines not of Connecticut,
Here the huntsmen and their fireside dances,
their disembodied shadows on the rocks
where granite glistens as if a mirror for each spark.
There is no silver stream but black, the moon
behind the pines and craggy peaks, stars
hidden by slow-moving clouds, the stream reflects
no light, it is a harp of rock and water playing
the chatter of a crowded marketplace,
or of the wolf packs hunting in the dark,
or of cicadas in the heat of summer,
which are each the same chattering
tuned by the stream. (Stephen Brockwell, The Real Made Up)
I’ve been wondering for a while, is it worth starting up some sort of small press / chapbook award for Ottawa-area authors as well? Is there enough activity happening to warrant such a thing, and would it even generate more (which may or may not be a good thing)?
Lovingly hosted by former TREE director and current member of the Arc editorial board Rhonda Douglas, I wondered, where were all the other Arc people? I never understand this magazine, how so few of them seem to show up for their own events; what’s that about? Also, the shortlist was announced some time ago, so the idea of the longlist reading was a bit sticky, and for whatever reason, some of the authors on the longlist weren’t able to appear, including Ian Roy, Anne Le Dressay and Nicholas Lea. The winner will be announced on Saturday night on the first day of the Ottawa International Writers Festival, with winner to take home $1,500.
Hunt (Wallace Stevens in the Kootenays)
Here the shagged pines not of Connecticut,
Here the huntsmen and their fireside dances,
their disembodied shadows on the rocks
where granite glistens as if a mirror for each spark.
There is no silver stream but black, the moon
behind the pines and craggy peaks, stars
hidden by slow-moving clouds, the stream reflects
no light, it is a harp of rock and water playing
the chatter of a crowded marketplace,
or of the wolf packs hunting in the dark,
or of cicadas in the heat of summer,
which are each the same chattering
tuned by the stream. (Stephen Brockwell, The Real Made Up)
I’ve been wondering for a while, is it worth starting up some sort of small press / chapbook award for Ottawa-area authors as well? Is there enough activity happening to warrant such a thing, and would it even generate more (which may or may not be a good thing)?
Sunday, May 13, 2007
new (finally, slowly) from above/ground press
Drowned
When Cassandra awakes the sun
is already in the room, so too
the salted riverbank smell,
dampness infecting the sheets.
This wave of blood has flowed
from her body, the white cotton
nightdress dyed red makes her
a target, the mattress beneath
drenched. Called for, Hecuba
takes the stairs in twos, places
her hands on Cassandra's warm
cheeks, raves about the moon.
Now who's crazy, thinks Cassandra
and pulls away, Hecuba sitting
on the drowned bed, both their hands
stained red. (Rhonda Douglas)
Anyone paying attention to any of these things will know that I'm infamously late with some of these above/ground press subscription mailings, & that I've barely made anything since last summer; I've been working to correct that for months (& once I'm in Alberta, not only will mailing be better & more regular, but the backlog of publications & previous mailings will be completely caught up; watch too for a secret (still) above/ground project that starts when I arrive!), including perpetually-forthcoming chapbooks by Karen Clavelle (Winnipeg), Cath Morris (Vancouver) & Barry McKinnon (Prince George), as well as a corrected publication by Phil Hall (Toronto) & Margaret Christakos' (Toronto) STANZAS… (oh, why can't photocopying just be free or something…); for a reading as part of The Factory Reading Series a few days ago [see Amanda Earl's report on the reading here], there were two new little publications that came out, including:
RUSHES
by Kate Greenstreet (New Jersey)
$4
&
Time, If It Exists, The Cassandra Poems
by Rhonda Douglas (Ottawa)
$4
For more information on American poet Kate Greenstreet, see my review of her first poetry collection case sensitive here; for more information on Ottawa poet Rhonda Douglas, check out my note on her poetry here. To order either of these little books, add $1 for postage, & in Canadian currency; if sending from outside Canada, send in American, payable to rob mclennan, c/o 858 Somerset Street West, main floor, Ottawa, Ontario Canada K1R 6R7; above/ground press subscribers receive (honest!) a complimentary copy; calendar year subscriptions available for $40, & include chapbooks, broadsides, STANZAS magazine & The Peter F. Yacht Club.
Drowned
When Cassandra awakes the sun
is already in the room, so too
the salted riverbank smell,
dampness infecting the sheets.
This wave of blood has flowed
from her body, the white cotton
nightdress dyed red makes her
a target, the mattress beneath
drenched. Called for, Hecuba
takes the stairs in twos, places
her hands on Cassandra's warm
cheeks, raves about the moon.
Now who's crazy, thinks Cassandra
and pulls away, Hecuba sitting
on the drowned bed, both their hands
stained red. (Rhonda Douglas)
Anyone paying attention to any of these things will know that I'm infamously late with some of these above/ground press subscription mailings, & that I've barely made anything since last summer; I've been working to correct that for months (& once I'm in Alberta, not only will mailing be better & more regular, but the backlog of publications & previous mailings will be completely caught up; watch too for a secret (still) above/ground project that starts when I arrive!), including perpetually-forthcoming chapbooks by Karen Clavelle (Winnipeg), Cath Morris (Vancouver) & Barry McKinnon (Prince George), as well as a corrected publication by Phil Hall (Toronto) & Margaret Christakos' (Toronto) STANZAS… (oh, why can't photocopying just be free or something…); for a reading as part of The Factory Reading Series a few days ago [see Amanda Earl's report on the reading here], there were two new little publications that came out, including:
RUSHES
by Kate Greenstreet (New Jersey)
$4
&
Time, If It Exists, The Cassandra Poems
by Rhonda Douglas (Ottawa)
$4
For more information on American poet Kate Greenstreet, see my review of her first poetry collection case sensitive here; for more information on Ottawa poet Rhonda Douglas, check out my note on her poetry here. To order either of these little books, add $1 for postage, & in Canadian currency; if sending from outside Canada, send in American, payable to rob mclennan, c/o 858 Somerset Street West, main floor, Ottawa, Ontario Canada K1R 6R7; above/ground press subscribers receive (honest!) a complimentary copy; calendar year subscriptions available for $40, & include chapbooks, broadsides, STANZAS magazine & The Peter F. Yacht Club.
Labels:
above/ground press,
Kate Greenstreet,
Rhonda Douglas
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The TREE READING SERIES, Ottawa
Said to be the third-longest-running-continuing reading series in the country (after Harbourfront in Toronto and The Yellow Door in Montreal), The TREE Reading Series happens twice a month at the Royal Oak on Laurier Avenue East (at the University of Ottawa) at 8pm on the second and fourth Tuesday of every month with an open set and featured reader. Constantly evolving, the current directors, Rhonda Douglas [see my note on her here; see Amanda Earl's note on Rhonda's recent reading with Kate Greenstreet] and Dean Steadman are moving the series from the basement of the Royal Oak II to the Ottawa Public Library an hour earlier. Upcoming readers include poets Suzanne Buffam, Max Middle, Sue Elmslie and Monty Reid, and an evening of up-and-coming Ottawa writers; you can find out more about their current and upcoming readers here.
At the reading series' twenty-fifth anniversary, outgoing directors James Moran and Jennifer Mulligan even edited a celebratory anthology, Twenty-Five Years of Tree (Ottawa ON: BuschekBooks, 2005), highlighting some past readers, and giving a listing of all events over the years (I even ran the series for a while, from June 1994 to January 1999).
Here's a photo taken by audience member Tom Grace from the reading that Ottawa poet David O'Meara did on this past Tuesday, with myself, Rhonda Douglas, O'Meara and Dean Steadman.
Said to be the third-longest-running-continuing reading series in the country (after Harbourfront in Toronto and The Yellow Door in Montreal), The TREE Reading Series happens twice a month at the Royal Oak on Laurier Avenue East (at the University of Ottawa) at 8pm on the second and fourth Tuesday of every month with an open set and featured reader. Constantly evolving, the current directors, Rhonda Douglas [see my note on her here; see Amanda Earl's note on Rhonda's recent reading with Kate Greenstreet] and Dean Steadman are moving the series from the basement of the Royal Oak II to the Ottawa Public Library an hour earlier. Upcoming readers include poets Suzanne Buffam, Max Middle, Sue Elmslie and Monty Reid, and an evening of up-and-coming Ottawa writers; you can find out more about their current and upcoming readers here.
At the reading series' twenty-fifth anniversary, outgoing directors James Moran and Jennifer Mulligan even edited a celebratory anthology, Twenty-Five Years of Tree (Ottawa ON: BuschekBooks, 2005), highlighting some past readers, and giving a listing of all events over the years (I even ran the series for a while, from June 1994 to January 1999).
Here's a photo taken by audience member Tom Grace from the reading that Ottawa poet David O'Meara did on this past Tuesday, with myself, Rhonda Douglas, O'Meara and Dean Steadman.
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