NOTES
ON INTEGRITY
What if we stopped
predicting the weather
and agreed to run it
ragged?
To demonstrate: a
dramatization
of a pigeon being hit
by a car, except in this
instance, the pigeon
wins. Once a month
it’s moving day. Walking
home, you’ll notice
everyone is having a
night in their lives.
Most people are now
experts on design.
I’m pretty sure this
guy I know is faking
imposter syndrome. But don’t
we all
just want to stand,
mostly upright,
in a stick figure
forest of contemporaries?
At the very least, I’d
like to make a name
for myself in the lost
art of skywriting.
I was going to say
something crucial.
But I forget what.
Toronto poet Suzannah Showler’s [see my recent Open Book: Ontario profile on her here] highly-anticipated first trade poetry
collection is Failure to Thrive
(Toronto ON: ECW Press, 2014), a collection of taut, polished and punchy lyrics.
A finalist for the 2013 RBC Bronwen Wallace Award for Emerging Writers from the Writers’ Trust of Canada, Showler was included in The Walrus’ list of “the six best writers you’ve never heard of,” and,
last spring, she released her first chapbook Sucks To Be You and other true taunts with Bardia Sinaee’s Odourless Press. Structured in five sections—Sensory Anchors, Museum Mouth,
What You See Is What You Get, Some Crucial Element and Keen Frequencies—there is
a precision to the poems in Failure to Thrive that one doesn’t often see in a first trade collection, and even her
more conversational pieces are composed of cut and carved lines so tight that
one could bounce a quarter off them. “Lowest was Jean’s preternatural warble, /
spate of notes carrying a regatta of old-world curses / that strained,
wood-stained, to reach us.” she writes, to open “THE WINDSOR ASYLUM” Her poems
are culturally astute, highly aware of the margins and capable of intriguing cognitive
twists, and establishing connections that didn’t previously exist. “The Great
Wall of China / isn’t visible / from space.” she writes, in the poem “A SHORT
HISTORY OF THE VISIBLE,” later writing:
Body scanners once used
only in airports
become popular in bars.
This is what you see:
clothes haunting skin
haunting
muscle haunting bone.
What you see is what
you get.
When
Showler opens the first poem in the sequence “SUCKS TO BE YOU AND OTHER TRUE
TAUNTS” with “I have to say, strangers form great / cognitive maps.” it also
opens a description of her writing as a whole, attempting to compose maps
across a great range of source information to answer questions about how and
why people act the way they do, and how and why the world, precisely, exists
and acts the way it does. These are poems of experience and attention, as well
as short essays on comprehension. And Showler is capable of deep attention,
even within poems that might distract with her dark and quirky observations and
humour. Her playful explorations are immediately clear simply through a list of
poem titles, whether “PORTRAITS OF SEVERAL LAMPS BROKEN WHILE HOUSE-SITTING,” “CONFESSIONS
FROM THE DRIVER OF THE GOOGLE STREET VIEW CAR,” “SOME FINAL EXPLANATORY
THOUGHTS” and “A SHORT AND USEFUL GUIDE TO LIVING IN THE WORLD,” that ends
with: “The trick is to try to live in Earth time / and keep the vigil of an
orbit around anything. // Employ these and other strategies that prove useful.
// Please write to me of your success.” These are poems far more interested in
exploring the correct questions to ask, but ask they do, and demand at least
some kind of response. One can’t help but respond.
THIRTEEN
SUBCATEGORIES
found poem
Accidental deaths by
location
Victims of aviation
accidents or incidents
Accidental deaths from
falls
Filmed accidental
deaths
Firearm accident victims
Deaths by horse-riding
accident
Hunting accident deaths
Industrial accident
deaths
People who died in ATV
accidents
Railroad accident
victims
Space program
fatalities
Deaths in sport
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