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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