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Monday, June 05, 2017

12 or 20 questions with Lesley Trites



Lesley Trites is the author of the story collection A Three-Tiered Pastel Dream (May 2017) and the poetry collection echoic mimic. Her fiction and non-fiction have recently appeared in carte blanche, Tupelo Quarterly, The Los Angeles Review of Books, and Maisonneuve. Winner of the 2016 3Macs carte blanche Prize, she lives in Montreal.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
My first book was a book of poetry, and to tell you the truth I don’t think it changed my life. I still felt like an imposter. But somehow writing my new book, my fiction debut, gave me permission to start thinking of myself as a writer, and I began to feel part of a larger community. At a superficial level, the main way my recent work is different from my previous is that it keeps getting longer: I’ve moved from poetry to short stories, and am now working on a novel.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I’ve loved fiction since I was old enough to read, but when I started writing in my teens and discovered poets like Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, poetry is what came most naturally. I thought in image and metaphor, and I wasn’t able to sustain narrative at that point. This continued through my twenties, when I read and wrote a lot of poetry. After many failed attempts at writing fiction, something finally clicked when I was in my early thirties, and now I think of myself as primarily a fiction writer.

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?
Sometimes the first draft comes quickly, but more often it’s a slow and painful process. And no, the first drafts do not resemble the final shape at all. I love the process of revision, of rewriting and layering in new details. I like tinkering at the sentence level. I do make copious notes, especially for longer projects. I love research, though I have to curb the tendency to spend too much time on research as a form of procrastination. I use Evernote to make short notes or save ideas, fragments, and sources of inspiration.

4 - Where does a poem or work of 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?
A character, an image, a poetic line or scrap of dialogue, an idea, a feeling. Something overheard or observed while out in the world, or something I read in the news. These days I’m usually interested in writing something book-length from the start.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I do really enjoy doing public readings, though that’s a fairly recent phenomenon. They used to terrify me. But if you’re lucky some other force takes over once the nerves settle down, and it can be kind of magical. I also read my work out loud when I’m alone as part of the revision process, and it helps me think through a piece.

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?
Yes, I have theoretical concerns. When it comes to fiction, though, those concerns usually work themselves in at a subconscious level, and I’m only able to articulate them after I have a draft. The protagonists in my collection are all women, and I was interested in the narratives these characters create for their own lives, and how adhering to or breaking with what they see as the traditional gender roles assigned to them affects those narratives. I was interested in ambivalence and uncertainty, especially surrounding motherhood and relationships. I was also interested in silence, and the repercussions of reserved family environments where many things are repressed and go unsaid.

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?
I do think writers have a role to play in culture at large, but what that role is will depend on the writer. Broadly — To listen. To pay attention. To be curious. To interrogate and investigate and ask hard questions, and to find a way to articulate what seems unspeakable. To educate and entertain.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Essential. Working with an editor on the stories in my collection caused me to push my work in ways I’m not sure it would have developed otherwise. Finding an editor who will give you a healthy balance of encouragement and constructive criticism is so important.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
“The Internet is nothing like a cigarette break.” – Dani Shapiro

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction to non-fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
For me it happened pretty organically, and slowly. I think my poetry background informs the way I approach fiction. For me, moving from poetry to short stories made sense; both forms necessitate a certain amount of restraint. Each word, or each sentence, needs a reason for being there. Now I’m trying to learn to think and write like a novelist, after being in short story mode for so long. I’m learning to expand rather than compress. I would love to write more non-fiction, but so far it’s a genre I’ve only dabbled in.

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?
For the last while I’ve had the great luxury of time, so I usually have breakfast and read for a while, and then sit down at my computer with a cup of coffee or tea. I have a daily writing goal—some days I exceed it easily, other days it’s such a struggle. One tip I picked up recently is to keep track of my daily word count on a calendar above my desk. That’s not to suggest that quantity matters over quality; it’s just a way of keeping myself motivated, brokering little daily deals with myself.  

That said, I’m about to start a new contract where I’ll be working 9-5, temporarily at least, which will upend this routine. I have this fantasy that the imposed structure will force me to be more productive with my time.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Books. Always books. Or, if I’m actually in the middle of a writing session, I’ll sometimes pick up a literary journal, whatever I have on hand (The Paris Review is a favourite, as is The New Quarterly) and read until I feel inspired again. Sometimes I’ll try to free write by picking a phrase at random from the nearest book. Sometimes I'll listen to an interview with a writer. If none of that works, I'll go for a walk or to the gym or do yoga.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Popcorn, freshly popped in oil on a stovetop, reminds me of my childhood home.

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?
Film. One of the stories in my collection was inspired by a short scene in a film. Nature, in that the landscape of my childhood (swampland, river water, wild animals, fiddleheads, birches and weeping willows) has influenced my writing. Travel.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I read a lot of short stories while writing my collection. Some short story writers whose work has been important to me include Lorrie Moore, Lisa Moore, Amy Hempel, Deborah Eisenberg, Lydia Davis, Ottessa Moshfegh, Kathleen Winter, Grace Paley, George Saunders, and Lynn Coady. And so many more. I’m also lucky to have a number of friends who are writers, and they are hugely important to my work and my life. Having a supportive community is what allows me to keep writing.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I’d like to translate a novel, and finish a novel of my own. See icebergs in Newfoundland. Learn to scuba dive so I can see the vast underwater world.

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 would love to have been an investigative journalist who travels abroad to report important stories. But that’s still writing, of course. I narrowly escaped becoming a computer programmer.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I love books. And words. And sitting alone in a room for long periods of time, existing in a dream state. I’m more comfortable in my mind than in my physical body.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last great book I read was Beloved, by Toni Morrison. I have no idea why it took me this long to read it.

The last great film was Cléo from 5 to 7, an Agnès Varda film from 1962 (so old I had to borrow the DVD from the library instead of stream it). Paris, French feminism and existential despair. It opens with a tarot reading. It’s 55 years old, yet still felt surprisingly relevant.

20 - What are you currently working on?
A novel, my first. The main character is an aspiring documentary filmmaker.


Monday, November 10, 2014

ryan fitzpatrick, Fortified Castles



SNOWFLAKE CHILDREN

Using this technique, two children can be
separated at birth without any emotions.

So why does the allegory survive while the
soulless creep still walks the streets?

Near the tops of the trees, you could nearly
make out with the ice crystals on the branches.

Some might object to a woman carrying a
mystery child, but we need the freezer space.

So she knew about the safe haven, but would
rather shoot herself right in the stomach.

Generally, we find it beneficial to the state
to allow individuals to disassemble themselves.

When I reach a finality near the ground, will I
lose some of the individual momentum I’ve gained?

Some print outlets might bury ice storms deep
on the weather page choosing a new forecast.

These are striking and radical portraits of shot
leaders defying a Jacobin sense of liberty.

During the past decade, Walmart has begun
to sell do-it-yourself exorcism kits.

Republicanism emerges as a nostalgic quest for
a return to the feudal times of purest liberty.

He was highly ethical in salvaging the tinkering
spirit of the wacky antics of embryonic cells.

Vancouver poet ryan fitzpatrick’s second trade collection, Fortified Castles (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2014), follows his Fake Math (Montreal QC: Snare Books, 2007) after a space of more than half a decade, and a move from Calgary to Vancouver. After his years involved in the poetics and literary community of Calgary, he’s been immersed in a new community of writers for some time now, and the shift of poetic comes through in this new collection. In Fortified Castles, fitzpatrick’s poetry has evolved into a blend of Calgary’s language-poetics and Vancouver’s social and political engagements, as he writes to open the poem “I Hope to See You Soon”: “I was a scapegoat for the government when all / I wanted was to wish you a safe trip. I greeted / my new friends with a smile. I broke something / here that can be fixed in another neighbourhood.” Through Fortified Castles, fitzpatrick utilizes a kind of collage/cut-up method of accumulation to engage elements of the Occupy Movement, confusion, social interactions, financial anxieties, political uncertainties, ambiguous sentences and an endless series of phrases, consequences and histories, managing to capture an enormous amount of activity in such compact spaces. As he writes to open the poem “Golden Parachutes”: “What is the maximum number of words that can / be spoken by a decapitated head on a pike?” Asked about his new work in an interview forthcoming on the Touch the Donkey blog, fitzpatrick writes: 




My second book, Fortified Castles, came directly out of a couple one offs where I began to feed I-statements into Google (“I am so frightened” and “I fell asleep last night” were the first couple, I think), working with the search results. I liked the kind of material that came out so I stuck with it, playing with the shape of the poems themselves as I went. Working into a project from the ground up means that I work from a series of compositional problems or questions – questions that don’t emerge without the experimentation at the centre of doing something that doesn’t fit in a bigger project.

Structurally, its curious how fitzpatrick has composed two sections of poems composed in couplet form that bookend a lengthy section of poems structured in the form of sonnets, adding another layer of structural complication to a compositional process of stitching together Google search results. Part of what makes fitzpatrick’s poems so compelling is in the collage affect of his lines, forcing the full attention of the casual listener, and allowing the careful reader to experience multiple threads heading off in a variety of directions. As he writes to open the poem “I Want To Break Things”: “A closed door is music to me. My apartment is / in my name. I tense my face against the screen. / My backyard is my sanctuary. My dentist sends / me postcard reminders. I built this fence myself.” Given some of the subject matter the book explores, keeping the reader slightly off-balance might be entirely the point. Given some of the subject matter, it would seem strange to attempt to craft poems that didn’t unsettle. Perhaps we should be far more unsettled than we are.

I FAINT WHEN SURPRISED

The city is large and confusing and is the only
judge I have to answer to. The problem is with
my headphones and their immoral, bleached-out
hucksterism. I overnight hype on the spill I took.

Have you read the YouTube comments? I hit my
head on the upper bunk and my muscles lock up.
It’s weird and sucks that I robbed you. I push
and pull at the hinges of the improvised door.

I wake to fading stars across my jaw. A question
mark follows my email subject line. It’s human
rights for everyone and there’s no difference. I mean
he wasn’t playing around. I crossed a threshold.


Tuesday, April 09, 2013

12 or 20 (second series) questions with kevin mcpherson eckhoff

kevin mcpherson eckhoff when new third book by poetry this spring total now, called Forge. Thank you, Invisible Publishing! And editor, too, so check or not out www.kalamalkapress.com. The bestfriend has Jake Kennedy, and together we transgress at gmorningpoetry.blogspot.com! I am still kevin who moonlights at Okanagan College and living with a lovingly lovely Laurel in the Armstrong, BC, with our child of five beauty months and gurgles of mere toe-touching joy laughter!

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
Yes. And how. And what. Becoming a label of “writer” equaled an uncomfortable mutation at first, for mostly my working class parts (i.e. my liver, gluteus maximus, cerebral cortex, et cetera). Family-like and community-like people made and make and have and do expectations for “poet” and rhymes, therefore and whereas my poetself doesn’t say “poet” but some who loves wording and sharing and uncertainty languaging and laughing and collaborative togethering and amateuring! Which is exact to the lea what my first and second and third and fourth and fifth books! Hopefully, are about. My textplay now feels more public… and moving toward performance-based experiments of equal-space-power-openness!

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
Poetry fewer words offered art-like collage and sound fun. Because of especially bpNichol’s concrete freedoms & possibilities. Diffident and infinitied. Fiction requires confidence of extended reason and logic, or so I originally thoughted. Let’s see. 

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?
Gosh. Everything deepens upon a different hallway, one door for each hour! Sometimes, sometimes, and sometimes. One day, one year. Six years. Each book has been a such process of difference and unknowing as exploration of a topic or sensation or time. Take, for instance. And the notes get folded & lost, which means forgotten, yet. Larger shapes prevail with some kind of drafty scaffolding.

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?
Every ways, whatev! I fear! In a can of spray paint or in another writer’s uvula or in a piece of white cheddar or another artist’s septum or but since as well as I do tend to dream book-length or chapbook-length recipes more often seeming than single-serving desserts.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
Community = thought vitality + spirituality + mental health! Readings = community! Math is good! Meth is bad! Vowels are subtle!

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?
There is no sacred; everything is sacred! Language = ideas + playdough! Twenty-five years ago, I was writing with Derrida in my skull. Thanks, university! Now, I hold much more dire asks in my synapses, like language as light waves/particles, identity as searching, non-poets as inspired geniuses, giggles as productive solutions, holiness as touchable, self as who? Questions are gummy bears! Answers are indigestion!

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?
I was raised on He-man™ and Transformers™ and now I don’t know how to live my life. Writer and poet are increasingly antonymous. Writers should role over less, poets should role under more.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Sure! Is it? My secret is that I like most people and their ideas. This kind of energy is a radical generosity. Gerry Gilbert once called editors “angels from .” No he didn’t. Maybe he did. I bet he did.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Try not to be and to be fucking sincere.  -John Lent (implied advice)

Please stop.  -Laurel Eckhoff McPherson (direct “advice”)

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to critical prose)? What do you see as the appeal?
Sentences are fences, unspaces—chain link is just as obstacle as cedar boards, and their function remains. However, some fences conduct lightning while some require staining… and even if they contain gates, it’s funner to jump over them! Boingo!

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?   
Nope! Deadlines are friendly! Moments pervade! Emails to my mom are the new poetry! Comments on students’ papers are the new poetry! Poetry is the old poetry! Every is where!

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
My horse is always spinning. The sun has always shone on its back. The grass has always grown right up to its lips. And—oops—I’ve actually always kept more than one horse in my pasture. Usually, any kind of bureaucratic obligations or essay marking inspires my writing to gallop.

13 - If there was a fire, what's the first thing you'd grab?
Oh, why does fire even have to exist!?

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?
The truth of capitalization can be found my eyes by in places of some so many books and unbooks! Musics! Painting! Hiking! Conversations! Sitcoms! Essays! Sciences, yes! Daily news! Gardening! Patriarchies! Dance! Atrocious poetry readings! The clear night sky! Hollywood’s everything! Sculpture! Culinary arts! Love! Walmart! Sewing! Architectures! Storms! Bicycling!

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Today, the importance of names and lists believes in the following hugs of inspiration: My bestfriend is Jake Kennedy, and his words are soul envy! Our collaborations are blood carbonation! Also, to forever: John Lent—the giver, the Real Lisa Robertson, Tan Lin, Mr. Dr. Seuss, bpNichol, Zach Galifianakis, Gerty “the Hurty” Stein, Robert Fitterman, Vanessa Place, M. NourbeSe Philip, Jordan Scotty, Jason Christie, Dana Teen Lomax, Mathew Timmons, Sina Queyras, Reggie Watts, Kenny Goldylocksmith, very etc. I will trying to brain handle that, the very Bible, one day in faith and history and hope.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Suddenly, seemingly dropped from a cloud. Also, write a children’s book.

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? 18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I was supposed to inherit my dad’s concrete placing and finishing business. I may have been a painter, a security guard, a community theatre actor. Writing has side-doored into postsecondary teaching, while concrete placing and finishing would have front-doored into living in my car. Writing requires very few wheelbarrows, canvases and Advil.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Animalway Armfay by Mahala Woodford! And BS Johnson’s The Unfortunates? And Gertrude Stein’s History or Messages from History! Ebbflux also makes my poet tingle! I want to experience Harmony Korine’s Gummo, but don’t know the how-to! I will soon!

20 - What are you currently working on?
I co-tend a horse with Jake Kennedy—it’s named Death Valley: A Collaborative Community Western Novel and is being being built by soliciting single, western-themed sentences from folks in and around our Okanagan community. After collecting some couple of thousand lines, the novel will begin to interest our skulls and ribcages because of course will shifts into from poetry qualities (compression; chance; assemblage; disjuncture) into the realm of narrative. Lastly and also, I recently curated their biography, which in asks the anyone and everyone to add words to my lifestory. Simple! Now-also, and even lastly, I am trying the stand-up comedy jokes in public and starting to thinking about translating some poetries by Mario Santiago Papasquiaro. Perhaps should just finish a guest-edited Jake Kennedy withness issue of Open Letter future numinous. Thanks!

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Ongoing notes: late October, 2012




We’re back from the honeymoon, but still in the midst of post-wedding/honeymoon glow. Or is that merely hangover? In any case, we both attempt to re-enter the world, whatever that might bring. There might be photos soon, but god knows when. We have over a thousand to sift through.

In case you didn’t see it, here’s a photo of our wedding cake: Christine’s Conflict on the one side, and my Glengarry on the other, brilliantly made by The Cake Whisperer. Pretty damned impressive. And yes, it was an actual, real cake (we finished the last of it the other night).

Disappointed to see that Snare Books is no longer living the life of an independent press (see Fiorentino's official statement here), becoming instead an imprint of Invisible Publishing. Disappointed, but better they remain in some form that produces books than disappears altogether. When they first started publishing, they were full of vim and noise, and produced some very worthy books. Long live Snare! And then, of course, that more recent news about Douglas & McIntyre...


Note the number of events on the immediate right, at the top: a couple of events through The Factory Reading Series (November 15 and November 16, as well as a December 15 event TBA and the annual Peter F Yacht Club Christmas party/reading/regatta on December 29) and the ottawa small press book fair, among other things. Keep an eye out, as there are most likely more events to come over the next couple of months. And did you see that two above/ground press titles made the bpNichol Chapbook Award shortlist...?

Montreal QC: In my hands recently comes another publication by Calgary’s NO Press, The Winnipeg Cold Storage Company by Montreal-based Jon Paul Fiorentino, released in an edition of 75 copies in August, 2012. In Fiorentino’s small offering, he continues his fascination with mythmaking and geography, working over, across and through his hometown of Winnipeg, as he does more specifically in the title poem:

The title of “Winnipeg Cold Storage Company” poses the question of collective memory and what it means to say that ‘things might be done with storage’? The problem of collective memory is thus immediately bound up with a question of performance. What does it mean for storage not only to store, but also in some sense to perform and, in particular, to perform what it stores?

In the colophon of the small book, he writes that “The text from ‘Winnipeg Cold Storage Company’ is appropriated and manipulated with the most love from Excitable Speech: A Politics of the Performance by Judith Butler.” There are some intriguing visual pieces in the collection as well, and Fiorentino delights in playing with the modes and structures of others, including education and academia, but it’s the title poem that really stands out, and I’m curious to know how much he borrowed from the Judith Butler text. It makes me curious to see what and where these poems might appear next, and what kind of book-length work this work teases us for. Just where is Fiorentino going?

The question of whether citizenship requires the repression of Winnipeg is not new, but the recent efforts to regulate the self-storage of citizenship within Winnipeg repose this question in a different light. After all, Winnipeggers enjoy some of the rights and obligations of citizenship, but not all of them.

London ON: I’ve long been an admirer of the work of Colbourne, Ontario poet, visual artist and curator Gil McElroy, so am extremely pleased to see the chapbook Ordinary Time: The Merton Lake Propers (London ON: Baseline Press, 2012). As McElroy writes on the acknowledgments: “The Merton Lake poem sequence of Ordinary Time was inspired by the invitation of poet Dan Waber to participate in a project in which a number of writers were asked to create a daily journal entry for the month of November, 2012 which he then published on-line.” The poem itself, a series of excerpts from a much longer sequence, opens with two important pieces of information:

ORDINARY TIME—the parts of the liturgical year
that do not fall in one of the seasons of Advent,
Christmas, Lent, or Easter

PROPER—designating a service, psalm, lesson, etc.,
specially appointed for a particular day or season

For those unaware of McElroy’s writing, this small work ties immediately into his poetry collection, Ordinary Time (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2011), his fourth trade poetry collection, all of which have appeared with Vancouver’s Talonbooks. Time is an essential part of McElroy’s writing, ranging from the cosmic (including an astrological sense of asteroids, constellations and shooting starts) to more human considerations, such as his ongoing “Some Julian Days” sequence that use dates from the Julian Calendar. Time is what he centres the entirety of his work around, highlighting the mundane day to day as magical by turning it slightly, altering its perception.

Proper 30
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Bar all terrible saints. Steep them in the storm. There will be a wind. There will be something marvellous half-buried in the south – & unexpected. There will be combat, after all. Ridge directions stare down at an even place & the dry moments forming there. Though out three simple glances. Was a bit dizzy at the bad taste left in my mouth. Thought them out again. Chewed them splendid. Then cut them back.

Rainy boots. Nothing thought of while some news resolved. Probably hopeless. Lively ideas feel me, of course. “Hope so,” I said at the end, so pious & anathema, me. It all strikes me dutiful & such. The morning is competent with sermons dug up for everything. All that, and no doubt then. One gets between symbols, & then kapow!

By night, of course. But enough light dawned. Brick winds large around everything. The road out of places. A couple of thousand snowy silences along the way talking.

The wilderness terribly becomes, now. Sick of it. Mornings I wake up of it. Heavy rain in back of it. It will be too late of it. The lake of of it. I did not return to the right, getting back of it. Each remembered dream let go of it. Really lamentable, but purely mechanical. The 20th century gone astray of it. Very, perhaps. I cannot be sure.

Edmonton AB: For some time now, Edmonton poet Douglas Barbour has been working a sequence of jazz-related poems under the title “Recording Dates” (including the poem “Jane Bunnett plays the Yardbird Suite,” produced as an above/ground press broadside back in September, 2002). Newly out from Jenna Butler’s Rubicon Press is Barbour’s chapbook Recording Dates (2012), a selection of some of these pieces.

October 9 & 10 1974:

Death comes in many guises, a black bird
and a white whale equally partake of the great,
the intense and final prayer,
flower of the atom, atomy of the flower.
Prayer is both response to and refusal of the
great journey now begun, whale and
bird both taking the shortest route possible to death.

Of all the books that Rubicon has produced over the past decade or so, this is easily the most attractive she’s produced, in production and design, and is worth picking up for that alone. As far as Barbour’s work, his poems have always had a quick sense of movement, riffing and bouncing from point to point, idea to idea, so the idea of “jazz poems” makes entirely too much sense. This is a fantastic little chapbook; I love the movement, the flow of the pieces, something Barbour has been exploring for quite some time, but somehow, never quite gets the credit or comprehension he deserves for it.

May 15 1953:

Perdido: memory gone. That’s how it works. You
salt the mind, still hoping for the real. They got
peanuts for the gig but you got the memory.
All the way back to 1953 and what
the hell happened that night. Those nights. There are some
things you only know by hearsay, yet it’s that story
you heard about ten years later & read about. Those few hours
are part of your memory now – as if you’d been there, listening.
Wee? No it was huge   cool or
hot it doesn’t matter, they tore the
house down for a small crowd soon to grow with telling.
A wonderful feeling, watching that white plastic wave & weave all
night long & the notes pour forth. Heaven-pointed trumpet, everyone
in synch: great music for the ages & you can still hear A Night in
Tunesia every time you place the disc just so.