At the Lunch Poems
reading series we have featured up to twenty poets a year since 2012. (Though
at the time of publication our Lunch Poems series continues, this anthology
could only include poets who read for us in 2012-14.) Some of the poets are
local and some from afar, some with their first manuscript or debut book in
hand and others who have written dozens of books, some lyrical, some
experimental, and none of them fitting easily into any simple category. Each poem
presented here is followed by the poet’s discussion of its creation. Our goal
has always been to be aesthetically ecumenical: to feature poets who are
pursuing form from a variety of positions, concerns, and cultural perspectives.
(Wayde Compton, “Introductions”)
The poets in this
collection take us both inward, into the private joys and hurts of the
individual and the family, and outward into a world of conflict and connection,
a nexus of locations: past, present, the future. In concept and form, these
poems investigate belonging/not belonging, and in so doing, pinpoint markers
for our greatest challenge: how to live without destroying ourselves or this
planet, all this taken on within the realm of that endless field, a page of
words. (Renée Sarojini Saklikar, “Introductions”)
The
new anthology The Revolving City: 51 Poems and the Stories Behind Them, eds. Wayde Compton & Renée Sarojini
Saklikar (Vancouver BC: Anvil Press/Simon Fraser University, 2015) is an
intriguing array of work by predominantly western poets, all of whom have
performed as part of the Simon Fraser University Lunch Poems reading series. Each
contribution includes a poem as well as a short statement on the piece by the
author, allowing an illumination into an element of the composition process,
ranging from the structural to the biographical to the incidental. As Daniela Elza writes on her poem “getting the story/line
in order”:
This poem is an excerpt
from a longer sequence written to the photography exhibit Story/Line by Larry Wolfson, displayed by the Sidney and Gertrude
Zack Gallery in Vancouver (December, 2013). The four fragments here incorporate
a number of the images from the exhibit. When I walked into the gallery I was
doggedly followed by the grief of a separation. I was coming to the realization
that my efforts to keep my family together were to no avail. I was trying to
make sense of what was happening to me. The images apprehended me, leapt at me,
and in that moment became vehicles for loss. They helped crystallize the
conflicted feelings about where, and what, is home. For years I heard what my mind had to say, those were default
thoughts of the day. Now, I wanted to learn what the heart thought. It was
circling in these sensations like a puppy looking for a place to lie down. It
was happy to locate itself in these images. They became containers. I kept
filling them. The initial piece was written on the spot, followed by a week of
intense editing. One row of words, one row of tears. Reading it in public a
week later in the gallery for the art and
poetry event was terrifying. Writing, for me, has always helped me make
better and more compassionate sense. More importantly, it helps me reimagine
new possibilities.
The
anthology includes poems and corresponding statements by Jordan Abel, Joanne
Arnott, Elizabeth Bachinsky, Dennis E. Bolen, George Bowering, Tim Bowling,
Colin Browne, Stephen Collis, Wayde Compton, Peter Culley, Jen Currin, Phinder
Dulai, Daniela Elza, Mercedes Eng, Maxine Gadd, Heidi Greco, Heather Haley, Ray
Hsu, Aislinn Hunter, Mariner Janes, Reg Johanson, Wanda John-Kehewin, Rahat
Kurd, Sonnet L’Abbé, Fiona Tinwei Lam, Evelyn Lau, Christine Leclerc, Donato
Mancini, Daphne Marlatt, Susan McCaslin, Kim Minkus, Cecily Nicholson, Billeh
Nickerson, Juliane Okot Bitek, Catherine Owen, Miranda Pearson, Meredith
Quartermain, Jamie Reid, Rachel Rose, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Jordan Scott, Sandy
Shreve, George Stanley, Rob Taylor, Jacqueline Turner, Fred Wah, Betsy Warland,
Calvin Wharton, Rita Wong, Changming Yuan, and Daniel Zomparelli. Of course,
the appearances of both Peter Culley and Jamie Reid, poets who died this year,
are bittersweet, but admirers of the poets and their works are allowed one more
glance into their composition. Culley’s statement, for his “Five North
Vancouver Trees,” originally composed for the “Moodyville” issue of The Capilano Review [see my review of such here], includes: “Coming into North Vancouver to attend an opening at
Presentation House Gallery I got on the wrong blue bus and instead of
travelling ten minutes from Park Royal to the gallery the bus kept going uphill
for a long, dreamlike time, and the thick hedges and dim lights of those misty
upper reaches stuck in my mind. North Vancouver had always been a mysterious,
dark place to me, and the poem works if it gets some of that over, folding into
the larger narratives of Hammertown
without too much strain.”
The
collection is intriguing in how the various statements by a group of poets that
wouldn’t have much in common, but for a varying gradient of geography, begin to
coalesce, overlap and echo each other. The styles and poetics might differ, but
the insights and conversations have much in common, and provide valuable
insights. As Jen Currin writes on her poem “The Oceans”:
This poem was written
not long after Fukushima. I was thinking a lot about the people in Japan and
the oceans, about radiation—how radiation knows no borders. I was thinking
about communities, relationships, neighbourhoods; experiments in kindness and
unkindness; about the effects of radiation on bodies, plants, water. I was
thinking about English as a sort of radiation, its role in pushing forward a
global capitalist ideology, and how the speaker of the poem, a teacher of
English, is complicit in this, yet at the same time wishes to make connections
with her students that are not based on this ideology. I was thinking of how
students teach teachers, a common theme in the book School, which this poem is taken from.
The cities are
Vancouver and Tokyo, but really—all cities where people struggle to live
connected lives.
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