Is this version of city
to cross your outpost
a light blue gauze
a desert skin
a thick grey fog
a south side a redline
is your outpost this
comfort version
your heart tent
your lopsided outpost
a crowded kitchen
a blocked window
blocked by too many beds
stacked for rent
is your north
crossing your south (“Outpost/_____”)
American poet and visual artist Jill Magi’s latest is the book-length SPEECH (Brooklyn NY: Nightboat Books,
2019), following Threads (Futurepoem
Books, 2007), Torchwood (Shearsman
Books, 2008), Cadastral Map (Shearsman
Books, 2011), SLOT (Ugly Duckling
Presse Dossier Series, 2011), Pageviews/Innervisions: A Textimage Theory and Curriculum (Moving Furniture Press/Rattapallax,
2014) and LABOR (Nightboat Books,
2014). In “An Interview with Jill Magi and Pierre Depaz, Author and Programmer of SIGN CLIMACTERIC,” conducted by
Brandon Krieg and posted at NANO: North
American Notes Online, December 2018, Magi references the book, then still
forthcoming:
I thought about a section in my manuscript SPEECH—forthcoming from Nightboat in
2019—about “the climacteric,” which refers to menopause in women, and in
botany, refers to a stage when a fruit has finished growing but the ripening is
completed on the vine. If you look up climacteric, you’ll see that the
menopause version of the meaning is lack, death, decay, and symptoms. But the
botany meaning is positive! There are all sorts of interesting things going on
with cellular respiration at that stage in ripening.
About two years ago menopause became visible in
my life, and I was floored by the onset of hot flashes—by how little I knew
about it and by the bind I found myself in: taking hormone supplements could
cure the hot flashes, but HRT (hormone replacement therapy) has also been
linked to cancer. I decided to sweat it out.
The
poems in SPEECH see the narrator
walking around her city, akin to Vancouver poet Meredith Quartermain’s Vancouver Walking (Edmonton AB: NeWest Press,
2005), walking and meditating on space, thinking
and geography, but Magi also moves through ideas of boundaries, borders and the
citizen, writing: “where impossible citizen / does not stop walking but //
folds impossible glimpses / inside // not fully seen speaking / here joins the
unfolding // pushing air up out / through enormous fans” (“Outpost/_____”). There
are comparisons, also, to be made to Erín Moure’s ‘citizen’ trilogy, as Magi
writes: “impossible citizen lands // a job in a place eaten up by / origins” (“Outpost/_____”).
Through
ten extended sequence-sections—“Introduction / She went out for bread,” “Outpost/_____,”
“Sign Climacteric,” “Various East Various South,” “Until she hosts,” “Some
Various West,” “This steep repeat —,” “Now words float down. See the gentle of
that.,” “Post-Script / A Third Space” and “Painting a bibliography”—Magi walks
and absorbs, articulates and advocates. Magi writes on the refugee (from the domestic
homeless to the stateless migrant), the climate crises, the subject of freedom
and nationalism, western relationships with developing nations, the destructive
myopics of capitalism, and the existential void it creates; she writes of the
citizen, and the responsibilities that should come automatically with living in
the world, from concerns ranging from the local to the global, crossing
thresholds and boundaries and borders. “who is deported or shot / for roads for
mining // as inroads come / hailed as progress // for hauling off the wealth /
as a presidential visit // in whose ski / has the developing // world arrived—”
(“Some Various West”). The poems reach through conflict, crises and trauma for
solutions but hold no solutions but the obvious, that we should be better to
each other, and for each other. Why aren’t more readers listening?
fold safety back
into the search for a
system
where a study is not a
singular pose
as it feels for the
roots that make
a self a city a country
sink
under the great spine
of democracy
the great glow of a
crown
SPEECH a lake of lack
of desert valve
of the haves and not—
(“Various East Various
South”)
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