PROLOGUE
Just
a Little Bit of Bad News
Lax makes a deft pass
forward – devoured or
devouring – (no animals
were
harmed)
apparently it all stands
for “how far back can
these traces be?”
(none but me)
Once again, I show no
fortitude. Shall we now
origin-up a brilliant
intake
extrovert – Nothing
is
happening
Oh, this way to no
where, circuitously
revealed: henceforth I
am
my own
personal exit
Vancouver poet Catriona Strang’s fourth trade poetry collection is Corked (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2014), following her solo trade
collection Low Fancy (Toronto ON: ECW
Press, 1993) and two collaborations with the late Nancy Shaw: Busted (Toronto ON: Coach House Books,
2001)and Light Sweet Crude (Vancouver
BC: LINEbooks, 2008). The poems in Corked
are built on politics and domestic patter, articulating both a language of personal
spaces as well as a wider engagement with the surrounding world. In the title
section, she writes: “Deposits have been made, and faults / are probable, which
constitutes only a fraction of the weight / women carry daily.” What appeals
about her engagements is in how inclusive her perspective, soaring across
boundaries, purpose and reference in condensed, even staccato, spaces. “Perhaps
our moments are / as much as we can hope for, little hopeful portals. In which
/ case, what shall we constitute?” Her language is a sing-song cadence that propels,
bangs and pings about, as she writes to end the fourth part of the first
section/sequence, “Unsettling”: “Hatsies ditch stick / odour has much berucked
/ Dance much? I knock unseined // Nun’s wiles out-magazine / – I get my drift –
/ what I suck, I happily fund / way-simmer’s my scene[.]”
Dear Proust,
You’ve been dawning on
me. Gradually, by the charm of all your explanations, our lives have come to be
constituted through art, though not without strain. We have made several
realities, far beyond the reach of terrible conservative eyes, which grow
greater, or are illuminated. Consequence really lives thus, I mean all the
time.
The
book is constructed in two sections, the introductory sequence “Unsettling” (that
includes prologue and twenty numbered sections) and the extended title section
which takes up the bulk of the collection, constructed out of a collage of fragments,
prose poems and short lyrics. “Corked,” dedicated to Marcel Proust, is a mix of
short pieces and letters-as-chorus addressed to Proust himself, writing through
and around Proust, composing a series of bouncing-off point towards further
considerations. By engaging Proust, Strang speaks of contemporary through an
historical lens. As she writes: “Of course
we are for sale. It’s an / imperfect reconstruction of the past, okay? Imagine a
little / outstanding detail, in image or language formed.”
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