The
mouth wide open in wonder & amazement
*
I have killed a bug on
the page I am reading
Like a shooting star—the
smear of its innards—starting amid the text—& stretching into the white
margin
I do not know what kind
of bug it was—nor did it know what force befell it
As if the bug had been
walking on a tree (the page once)—& a shadow covered it
The page as bark—the valued
smear—it takes the page—back
The smear aims off—away—out
from the text—the smear animates my
reading
The smear—the spill—the
dog-ear—the line in bold that is also underlined—then hi-lighted
The whole book has been
hi-lighted—owning—it’s about owning
To underline one
passage is to help you locate it again
But to underline almost
everything—is to say—look I read this I read
all of this I come in to the exam room bright yellow
Having
yellowed many dense passages I shall never return to again
*
Originally
presented as the “Inaugural Page Lecture—in
Honour of Joanne Page” on November 14, 2012 as part of his
writer-in-residence tenure at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, is Phil Hall’s
poem-essay chapbook Notes from Gethsemani
(Vancouver BC: Nomados, 2014). “Think of what a page is—of what a poem is—what
/ they hint at being,” he writes, near the beginning of the thirty pages that
make up Notes from Gethsemani. Award-winning Perth, Ontario poet and editor Phil Hall has been increasingly blurring the
distinction between poem and essay in his work, most recently in his eleventh
trade poetry collection, The Small Nouns Crying Faith (Toronto ON: BookThug, 2013) as well as through his previous, Killdeer
(Toronto ON: BookThug, 2011), his work of self-described “essay-poems” that won
the Governor General’s Award for Poetry and the Trillium Award, as well as
being shortlisted for the Griffin Prize. The lecture-poem Notes from Gethsemani was composed, it seems, quite literally as
notes during a retreat: “At the Abbey of Gethsemani—in Kentucky—May / 2012 // I
was allowed a week of access to the monks’ library / & archives // To
consider Thomas Merton’s personal library—to / contemplate the nature of rare
library collections— / paper—page // To have the Abbot’s permission—to be
allowed into / the book vault—to feel the door shut behind me— / us—a pressure[.]”
Hall’s meditations on the page, text and the physical act of placing works upon
various medium float, ebb and flow in a variety of directions, exploring the
relationships between form, mechanism and distribution in a way that hasn’t been
done before, or so well. Early on in the poem he writes: “Before it is written
on—the page is a skin—a / surface—a weight—a bond—a field—a zone of / potential
// Once marked—any skin is reduced—is as if / domesticated—fenced—lined—harnessed
by ink & / rhetoric—it becomes readable—it
becomes page [.]” Discussing Phil Hall and the Joanne Page Lectures in The Kingston Whig-Standard (posted October 17, 2013), Wayne Grady wrote:
As a poet, Phil is
interested in the way writers relate to the page. When he was
writer-in-residence at Queen’s University last year, he received an endowment
from the English department to institute a lecture series dedicated to that
very topic.
“I’m very proud of
that,” he says, because he sees the series not only as a lasting legacy of his
time there, but also as a way of honouring Kingston poet Joanne Page, after
whom the series is named.
“The Page Lectures will
be loosely based around the subject of the page,” he says, and will be given
annually, by men and women alternately. He himself gave the first one last
year.
“Every year,” he says,
“I go down to the Abbey of Gesthemani, in Kentucky, on a kind of retreat.”
Sketched
as a series of notebook entries, Hall’s poem writes out the physical act of
writing from the mark on the wall to the page to the computer screen, and the
nature of what that physical act requires and means: “Anyone who thinks that
violence is not an element in / marginalia—not a factor in marking up a text[.]”
Including textual examples by Susan Howe, Erín Moure, Ronald Johnson, George Bowering, Laurie Duggan, Souvankham Thammavongsa and Michael e. Casteels, Hall
explores a fantastic meditation through his mastery of the essay-poem, weaving
and meandering a variety of inquisitive and even folksy byways: “The fences
that were captivity narratives—are in / Howe’s hands—a logjam of squeakings //
The slash that will become the scar is what Derrida / calls différance—or pure trace [.]” Hall might entirely be one of the most thoughtful and
inquisitive poets we have, able to explore questions and terrain that had,
until now, not even occurred to others; and all in a way that would make any
reader wonder: why not?
*
Page backwards
spells a new word—egap—& we
half-understand such e-words now
There is an egap in our relation to writing on paper
this day—perhaps it has always been there
Example—what of the
strangeness of electronic signatures—the
hand has not been a shadow or weight on that page—the written has been photographed & clipped & pasted
There is an egap between the legend of John Hancock
& the legend of rag-paper
Or what of the
persisting cult of the signed copy—what
is treasured is the evidence of the
maker’s body having been a shadow over that
copy of that book—she wrote it &
was here & left a tracing
(Like the bug on my
book left a tracing)
We want the page &
the body to have proximity—& this is being taken from us
At Gethsemani—the sign
says—silence is spoken here
*
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