Thursday, January 25, 2018

Nikki Sheppy, Fail Safe




BITE UNIFORMITY

Day catapults at dawn, tripling with heat
then turtling into the dirt

The dead kilted, hatching
teeth in the peat

Strata kittening, buckle-tight, cuticle rucked-up
to cowl over the vixen that drags the unflowering
egg to rock

Furthering, grotty, bear-down

This is burials tactility: a tooth’s coagulating
pulp chamber, secret, pain-schistic

Nerves are drastic, skittering
through gaslight

Their tentacle-beauty, suction-tusk,
bashing the tissues

Starlight at the lock
the kirk’s crystalline
bodycount scalded in salt

The saint the swallowgod
that saves the blue
terabyte of blood data

Calgary poet Nikki Sheppy’s long-awaited first full-length poetry collection is Fail Safe (University of Calgary Press, 2017), a complex and playful examination of the machinery of languages and architecture, what back cover blurber Weyman Chan refers to as a “sensory grenade.” Following her award-winning Kalamalka Press chapbook Grrrrlhood: a ludic suite (2014) [see my review of such here], Fail Safe slyly offers a suggestion on how to engage, as she writes as part of the opening poem, “HOW TO READ”:

The way I have entered & been entered, this is
architecture. The way I have dwelled & plotted egress,
this is architecture. The sweep of my leaving, star-
saving breast tracing a quarter circuit
of my revolution, this is architecture.

The poems in Fail Safe engage with structures as well as the failures and traps of same, and the recognition that one shouldn’t be distracted away from what is actually going on. Her poems are incredibly muscular, dense and visceral, able to move with the speed of light. There is an element of the catch-all to Sheppy’s collection, deliberately constructing a book in which anything and everything might belong, fitting each piece up against the next both neatly and in a perfect jumble. Fail Safe gives the impression of a book asking how books are built at all, providing both question and answer, exploring the building blocks of how one poem sits up against another to create something beyond the sum of their individual parts.

SEMAPHORE

Our gestureless language would not confess its inaptness. Nor could the body say quickly there are raptures against this but with a body. Cleaving to itself in the sweet bath having said no in flexion. Washcloth releasing its tendril through soap. Our clawfoot is throbbing with water, the four-footed craft hiking the room while shadows thunder. In pain, the germ of humid thinking, chlorophyll focus. Adrift in buoyancy’s lotus: a flesh-opening slowness. Heart, look to your beating. It disavows the composed sentence, remembers & pulses when languages fail.

Part of the appeal of a collection such as this is in seeing just how far and wide the explorations on forms are taken, composed with an eye on precision and the smallest detail. Speaking on her next project, which one might infer to being this current work, in her 2015 interview for Touch the Donkey, Sheppy wrote:

For the immediate future, however, I think I will start by interrogating the intersections between literature and architectural or cartographic forms. I’m very interested in spatial representations. I previously argued that I would like to mine these interests “to produce detailed axonometric drawings of sublimation machines, or topographical maps of melancholic fixation.” I still think that may be what I work on next, after my back-burner book on derivative forms, which is partially written.


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