back to the Project
mis problemas son sus
problemas
my love of the word
“project” echoes Sontag’s
as do initials
other SS attributes
dark circles
grey streak
*
my new answer to
how long
“forever”
*
another argument with K
about my tone
*
how can it fly
so full of
my blood?
There
is very much a quality I can see in New York City poet Stacy Szymaszek’s JOURNAL STARTED IN AUGUST (Projective Industries, 2015)
reminiscent of work done by a variety of writers, from the late Vancouver poet Gerry Gilbert, to various “day book” works produced by Robert Creeley, Gil
McElroy and many others. JOURNAL STARTED
IN AUGUST is a long sequence of short lyrics composed as stand-alone notes,
suggesting the journal or notebook, including quick thoughts, overheard
conversation, observations and complaints, and the occasional list, all set up
as an accumulation of collage-pieces. The author of some half dozen or more
books and chapbooks, her at the back of the collection mentions a title, Journal of Ugly Sites and Other Journals, forthcoming this fall with Fence Books. I’m curious to see if
this title includes the poems here, or if the book extends and furthers some of
which she’s played with in this short collection. The title suggests the
possibility of a separate project utilizing some similar approaches to the
poetic journal, and then one catches this on the second page, suggesting that
this is, in fact, the continuation:
memorial portrait
of Cass as transition
object grief reemerges
upon finishing “Journal
of Ugly Sites” how
will I feel when
I pay off her bills?
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.
Szymaszek’s
small text plays off the mundane and even arbitrariness of its own format. Does
the suggestion of a daily journal make much of a difference if begun in August
or any other month? Gil McElroy’s ongoing lyric sequence “Julian Days” manages
to bury specific dates by utilizing an unfamiliar calendar, the Julian Day
Calendar, as poem-titles; he presents the dates, but they are unknown to the
general poetry reader, and therefore, read as arbitrary numbers (one could look
them up if one wishes, but I suspect only a rare few might). The temporal
aspect of Szymaszek’s JOURNAL STARTED IN
AUGUST is a curious one, with very little in the text to offer any kind of
specific placement: if the journal really was begun in August, how long did it
last—weeks or months or years—and does that even matter?
hoping the high
potassium is another
mystery my body
has authored
where no-
body dies
*
I guess she thought
the alternative
was to bomb
my inbox
*
it’s true
no one
should read
after Anne
Boyer
*
grassroots
autocracy
*
Final balance pd.
euthanasia bill
and I think it’s going
to
rain today
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