Monday, December 04, 2017

The Unpublished City, curated by Dionne Brand




She moved back all her books and belongings. In our apartment she would look at me from underneath the bed sheets, her bottom half covered, her diary in her hand. She would ask me not to look at her diary. I never have—I remember once she left it on the bed and I stared at it for five minutes. It had a black cardstock cover. I opened it and read the inscription, her full name, the year, how much of a reward she would give if it was returned—20 bucks. I closed it and let it lie on the bed. Her diaries would be here in a closet. I wonder if they might be with the parents. Would they read through them? I wanted to ask her parents to let me move in to her room and let them take care of me.

A small Vans shoebox on the desk that I know is full of mementos from our relationship. It’s black, small, frayed. A note might be in there. (Adnan Khan, “All I Can Tell You”)

While at the most recent Indie Literary Market (hosted by Meet the Presses) in Toronto, I was intrigued to recently discover a small anthology of emerging Toronto writers, “Curated by Dionne Brand,” The Unpublished City (Toronto ON: BookThug, 2017). Constructed as an introduction to a multitude of Toronto-based writers prior to their first trade-length works (although two have since released first poetry titles), the anthology includes work by Ian Kamau, Nadia Ragbar, Chuqiao Yang, Rudrapriya Rathore, Sofia Mostaghimi, Kathryn Wabegijig, Doyali Islam, Adnan Khan, Phoebe Wang (see info on her first collection here), Canisia Lubrin (see info on her first collection here), David Bradford, Laboni Islam, Sanchari Sur, Shoilee Khan, Nicole Chin, Diana Biacora, Dalton Derkson and Simone Dalton. As Brand writes at the offset:

The Unpublished City was conceived to show the (Multipli)City of writers that call Toronto home; that the City of Toronto might hear the wonderful voices of the Citys own true imaginaries. The idea here is to read ‘unpublished’ not simply as not in print, but as the narratives, and imaginations of the City that are present, and not yet fully realized, nor acknowledged. In these stories and poems we apprehend what lies on the surface of the City’s glass walls, in the depths of its rapidly and perennially urbanized landscape, and in its bristling and multilingual streets.

How different such a collection is than some of the Toronto-specific (or really, Canadian) anthologies of the past, whether Plush (Toronto ON: Coach House Press, 1995), the book that introduced myself and many others to the work of Lynn Crosbie and R.M. Vaughan (for example), or Blues & True Concussions: Six New Toronto Poets (Toronto ON: Anansi, 1997). The focus on diversity becomes an important part of the conversation of literature to engage in, no longer automatically pushing certain writers further into the margins. While I’m familiar with a couple of the names in The Unpublished City (Chuqiao and Dalton from their Ottawa days, for example, Doyali Islam is well known for numerous activities, including her recent appointment as poetry editor for Arc Poetry Magazine, and I recently reviewed Canisia’s latest small publication here), but most names are new to me, sitting just under the radar, it would seem, over there in Toronto. While my own sensibilities might have wished for more poetry than the collection holds (the bulk of the collection is made up of short fiction), one of the highlights had to be the work of Rudrapriya Rathore, such as her short story “Canaries,” that includes:

Grief is a heatstroke stumble through a coalmine. Find me with my parents, thirty years deep. History has gone slower here. The cheese comes in a tin. The bougainvilleas burn like fires. The glass of milk I am given grows a skin of fat.

Everyone calls my mother Baby. Later, I will watch Dirty Dancing and never not think of these things together. My mother’s mother sits on a straw mat in the middle of her home, which is crawling with relatives. A circle of women rock and pray and talk around her. Their heads are covered, eyes downturned, but the children have memorized the patterns on their saris, which is how they clamber into the correct lap. My grandmother, newly widowed, wears pure white. When she hugs me, I don’t recognize her earlobes. Stripped of jewelry, they’re fleshy and naked.

I would be curious to know the selection process for such a collection (Brand’s introduction is no longer than that paragraph quoted above), and where she discovered such a grouping of writers, or even the purpose/argument for the collection itself at this particular moment, but otherwise, the argument (as Brand writes it) is quite clear, quite strong, and quite remarkable: the wide variety of emerging voices that make up Toronto’s writing scene, one that can’t be reduced to a single sensibility, personality or perspective. And this is (beyond the introduction of a whole collection of emerging writers) a very good thing to be reminded of.

Wheezy stardust sucking on gold cellophane

Where they buried the garrison in a gravel pit.
And we are all friends till the snacks run out. (David Bradford, “Why We Can’t Live Together”)



Sunday, December 03, 2017

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



[in the background, bpNichol Chapbook Award-shortlisted author Doris Fiszer and her husband, beyond a flurry of activity including Eric Schmaltz and Gap Riot Press, etc]

Further to my previous set of notes (and, see, I’m writing about the ottawa small pressbook fair as well), here are some other items I picked up at the most recent edition of Toronto’s Indie Literary Market [see my notes on last year’s event here]. Although, did I mention that I was mistaken for Gary Barwin at this event, not once, but twice, in under the space of two minutes? Baffling.

Cobourg ON: Kingston poet and photographer Allison Chisholm’s seemingly-debut is the chapbook On The Count of One (Proper Tales Press, 2017), a collection of short, surreal lyrics:

Epoch

Teens of the new millennium
tattoo their inner thighs
and mouth the words
to shoddy pleas
the scandalized confessions of
a thousand feet above.

The bulk of the collection is made up of the twelve-poem astrological suite, “Crumbs for Birds,” a dozen poems playing with the twelve signs of the Zodiac, opening with “Aries (March 21 – April 19)” and closing with “Pisces (February 19 – March 20).” Playing off the format of the short newspaper/online daily astrology, Chisholm’s suite of poems, easily the strongest part of this chapbook, aren’t attached to any particular date (as astrologies often are), but suggest something both current and ongoing, writing to Aries that “If you are not yet moving at top speed, you very soon will be.” or to Libra, writing “Understand that every other name // begins and ends // with dirt in the sky.” or to Aquarius, offering both advice and the chapbook’s title, writing “Demonstrate your esteem // with a chorus of obscurity // or crumbs for birds. // He or she likes what he or she sees.”


Hamilton ON: Alex Porco’s chapbook, The Low End Theory (2017), produced by Gary Barwin’s serif of nottingham, made me realize that it has been a while since I’ve seen a new publication by him (he’s been busy, otherwise, having edited the critical edition of Jerrold Levy and Richard Negro’s Poems by Gerard Legro, produced by BookThug in 2016, and authored the afterword to Steve Venright’s brand-new The Least You Can Do Is Be Magnificent:Selected & New Writings, produced by Anvil Press). Part of, as his author biography at the end of the chapbook tells us, “The Minutes, Porco’s ongoing serial poem,” The Low End Theory is made up of a single, unbroken poem produced in short lines, structurally akin to much of the work of Vancouver poet Stephen Collis. I’m curious about his ongoing serial poem; curious about the “ongoingness” of this poem-of-anxiety, and how the larger project is structured. Is this simply the opening salvo to a single poem unending, or one of an open-ended suite? How far might such a project progress? His poem opens:

I am in
Room #513 at
The Aloft Hotel
In Atlanta. I
Have fears. Real
And particular. But
Also unreal and
Particular. I’ll get
To ‘em in
One sec. First,
I’m thinking about
Naming this poem
“Poem about Fears,”
But am worried
That’s too on
The nose. I
Like my nose.
I do not
Fear it, and
You shouldn’t either.
I haven’t decided
On a title.
It’s early still.
Let’s see how
Things go. […]

Saturday, December 02, 2017

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Liz Countryman



Liz Countryman is author of A Forest Almost (Subito Press, 2017) and coeditor of Oversound. She teaches in the MFA program at the University of South Carolina.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
The poems in my first book were written over the course of almost twelve years. Along the way, each poem changed my life a little bit by enlarging my sense of who I was as a poet. A few were major revelations when I was still in an MFA program. Others, written later, were moments where I discovered that I could do new things formally and say different kinds of things in a poem. The fun and the challenge of gathering all these poems together into one collection was realizing that I am several things as a poet, and that in fact all these poems do belong together. And now, the real change, and the real gift, is having permission to leave all these poems behind. My new work feels more open formally and more attuned to issues that concern all of us in addition to the personal stuff I’ve always responded to in poems. For instance, in my new work I’m trying to write about what’s happening to our environment, and I find myself bringing that immense issue up against concerns from my own life, scraps of memory, pieces of family history, etc. As a result, the new poems often shift in and out—sometimes images are shown very closely and sometimes the poem zooms out to a wide lens.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
When I was in middle school, I realized that a poem can be this simple thing, like drawing. I did both. I liked how I could spend a half an hour or less making something and then it would just be there, in the world. I used to type a poem up on a typewriter in my bedroom in the morning and then have it with me during the day. I liked how small poems could be, how easy to hide and to share. I liked the immediacy of poems, and how a poem could simply give me a way of describing a moment, and how I could understand little bits and pieces of my life by writing little bitty poems. Then when I was older the poems grew in size and started to do more things.

I’m interested in reading both fiction and nonfiction, but to me, fiction is something wholly different from poetry. I have a deep appreciation for it but I don’t have the ability to write it. If I sit down to write a story, it’s hard for me to make something happen, to make a plot move forward. Poetry allows me to think in nonlinear ways that feel true and natural to me. Likewise, I read a lot of nonfiction and am creatively inspired by it, but I prefer the way that poetry allows me to be indirect. It may sound paradoxical, but I find that speaking indirectly in a poem, or assuming an oblique stance, allows me to be the most honest that I can.

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?
I find that every poem is different. Some require a lot of labor and synthesis, while others arrive almost whole. Each poem requires something different of me. But having written poems for a couple decades now, I now know that even a poem that seems shitty or like a dead end may end up finished at some point, months or years later. If the initial impulse of the poem is important to me, if it sticks in my head, then I’ll probably find some way of revising the poem. It just might take a long time and several bad drafts.

4 - Where does a poem 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?
A poem, for me, often begins with its opening gesture. I find that when I have a good way of beginning to speak, the rest of the poem can come out. The toughest situation for me is when I can’t find the right way of starting—when I just have pieces or ideas. The beginning of a poem has to be something I trust.

I write poem by poem rather than thinking about a project, but I find that there’s usually a moment when I become aware of what characterizes a collection. My first book, as I mentioned, was written over several years. For most of that time, I didn’t know what the book would be like or where my poetry was headed. So the act of bringing those poems together was a big deal. Now, as I write my second collection, I have a slightly clearer sense of what characterizes it than I did with my first book, because I had to make the decision that these new poems did not belong in the first collection. I saw something new happening in them that holds them together as a group. But I still don’t know what exactly the rest of the new book will look like; I just have a hint of some concerns and some formal impulses that might keep happening in other poems.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
No—they’re fun, but I’m sort of shy.

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?
That’s a tough one. I’m not the kind of poet who goes into a poem with a particular abstract question in mind. But I think that as I write a poem I’m often looking for and then trying to enact a way of thinking that the systems of everyday life would rather deny me. And I want to always be finding new ways to be truthful and to articulate something that hasn’t quite been said yet.

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?
To me, poetry provides models for how to synthesize contemporary life (public and private), or perhaps how to see around it. When the poetry world can’t stop talking about some new poem, I think it’s often because that poem is offering a way of speaking/seeing that lots of us really needed, and maybe hadn’t realized we needed so badly. Our needs are various and they change all the time, so we always require new poems to answer those needs. Sometimes I need to feel that a poem can create a vast playful space. At other times I need poems that release secret desire. Sometimes I need to feel that the most un-poetic stuff of our current world can (and must) have a place in a poem. And so on and so on… Sometimes I want a poem that allows me to think about my own life in relation to the machinery of politics and money; other times I need a poem to connect me to something simple and physical and remind me that humanity is something basically good, even miraculous. The poems I’m referring to here are the ones I write and also the ones I read. Often I feel like poetry can be a kind of antidote or counterpoint to thinking that is too dominant (within my own brain or within the culture at large).

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
The advice of teachers and peers has been extremely important to my development as a poet. Now, as I get older, I find I’m seeking out less editorial input from others. There are still a handful of people whose opinion is really vital to me, but I don’t show them work until it’s sort of finished.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Stan Plumly once told me that he thought all poets needed some hour of the night where we are completely alone—no internet, no phone, etc. This was back in 2004 when I was a student in the Maryland MFA program. I think this idea is truer than ever. Solitude is uncomfortable but it’s vital for a writer’s life and it’s become too easy for us opt out of it.

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I have two young children, so my day begins by getting them ready for day care, unless it’s a weekend day, in which case my day is entirely spent hanging out with them. On a weekday, if no one is sick, I get about three hours of time for work and other bullshit and also for writing. Writing time starts with me returning to the unanswered questions I left my desk with last time. I have a kind of master list of stuff in my brain, and sometimes, if I’m really trying to be efficient, on my wall—little quotes that I’ve been thinking about from poems, songs, family members, strangers, podcasts; half-finished poems; half-articulated questions, ideas, observations. Reading poems, mostly by dead people, is the quickest way for me to get back into the poetry mindset. When the actual writing begins, it usually begins with a pen and a notebook. I like the notebook because I think of it as something between a journal and a space for poems to begin. Therefore, I can think in there without deciding whether I’m writing a poem or not; lots of times the notebook lets me find my way into a poem accidentally. I’ll just be like blah blah blah and suddenly there are tears on my face, and I know there’s something important I’m getting close to. After the notebook phase there comes a point when I’m ready to type something up and assemble it into a poem. Depending on the state of the notebook stuff, that’s either an easy or an arduous process.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Reading, travel, films, talking to writers, going outside in my yard, going to poetry readings. And reading and reading.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
I’ll tell you later when I smell it.

13 - 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?
Yes, all of the above! Travel influences my work because it leaves a stamp on me. Spaces—natural or man-made or somewhere between—are hugely important to my poems lately. Transportation of all kinds. Music, yes—I think it’s possible to pick up on a mood or a kind of sound and run with that in a poem. Films, too—especially films that sustain a particular mood throughout—have helped me start poems. Maybe something that a lot of these influences have in common is that they can hold you someplace compelling and uncomfortable at the same time, hold you in place.

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Being a mother has been incredibly important to my work lately—even when I’m not writing directly about motherhood, the fact of it has added a lot of wonder and urgency to my writing process. Another “outside” thing that’s been important to my work lately is living where I live. I live in South Carolina in a house with a backyard. We grow vegetables and flowers and stuff. Thinking about that particular piece of land has been important, as has simply staying put most of the time—raising young kids means a lot of staying at home, and a lot of playing outside. A nonfiction book that’s been important to my new work is Gary Snyder’s The Practice of the Wild. One idea Snyder talks about in there is the value of staying in one place—how doing so might be a way to regain some lost feeling of connectedness with the land we live on. If we stay in one place long enough, we become more sensitive to the physical environment and can know it better.

There are many poets whose work sustains me, but I feel a little shy about listing them.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Travel abroad with two little kids (my kids).

16 - 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’d seriously love to pick up garbage all day. I do it whenever I have a chance. When I walk my baby daughter around in the stroller, I fill up the bottom of the stroller with plastic litter. I’ll pick up anything except rubber gloves, condoms, bags of dog shit, or stuff covered in fire ants. I think about plastic pollution a lot. To anyone reading this: go outside and pick up some plastic litter. It’s feel-good fun.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
It’s the only thing I’m good at.

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

19 - What are you currently working on?
Poems about places.

Friday, December 01, 2017

new from above/ground press: Caple, Lea, Robinson, Nilson, Schmaltz, Blades, Archer, hanna, Lederer + Touch the Donkey,

The Appetites of Tiny Hands: Twentieth Anniversary Edition
Natalee Caple
with a new afterword by the author
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Touch the Donkey #15
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Nervous System
by N.W. Lea
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Pattern refuses to repeat itself
= is divine
[Rothko Chapel]
a suite by Elizabeth Robinson
$4

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IN MY EAR CONTINUOUSLY LIKE A STREAM
by Geoffrey Nilson
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Trips from Here to There: Poems from the Dreamachine
Eric Schmaltz
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Tribeca: Twentieth Anniversary Edition
by Joe Blades
with a new afterword by the author
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upROUTE : The Language of Plates
Sacha Archer
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dark ecologies
natalie hanna
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The Children
Katy Lederer
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