Saturday, November 30, 2024

Alice Burdick, Ox Lost, Snow Deep: poems

 

I enjoy hearing your ghost stories.
Prove me wrong about the spirit world.
Knocks, steps on stairs, in the great beyond
there’s a Q&A with a rapping ghost.

We continue to turn into flames, to ensure
a profitable press conference. Research
into the blaze of finer flashbacks. Pranks
with apples on steps,, cracked toe knuckles.

Sell tickets to the expository tale. Very
dramatic, but people don’t like the real story.
Onstage a foundational fan
discovered the original ghost body. (“Old School Human Skills”)

The latest full-length poetry title from Lunenberg, Nova Scotia poet Alice Burdick, following Simple Master (Toronto ON: Pedlar Press, 2002) [see my review of such here], Flutter (Toronto ON: Mansfield Press, 2008) [see my review of such here], Holler (Mansfield Press, 2012) [my review of such appears to have fallen off the internet], Book of Short Sentences (Mansfield Press, 2016) [see my review of such here] and Deportment: The Poetry of Alice Burdick, selected with an introduction by Alessandro Porco (Waterloo ON: Wilfrid Laurier University Press, 2018) [see my review of such here] (as well as a slew of chapbooks going back to 1993) is Ox Lost, Snow Deep: poems (Vancouver BC: Anvil Press, 2024), produced as part of editor Stuart Ross’ A Feed Dog Book imprint. Following the compactness of the poems of Book of Short Sentences, it is interesting to see how Burdick moves across longer forms. “To whom it may concern,” she writes, towards the end of the nine-page poem “Suspenseful demographics,” “you must surrender / the love song of sentient life. The truth is, / we will all be fuel cells. You brought me here / to speak with our fierce opponents, so / I might as well speak.”

Ox Lost, Snow Deep held as an assemblage of thirteen longer poems, rife with surreal humour and first-person domestic, turns of phrase and observational twists. “It’s no problem to find the real story.” she writes, as part of “Suspenseful demographics,” “Live a wet dream, of which / an attack started the trajectory.” In each of these extended poems, it seems there’s always a direction she’s heading in but in no hurry to land, weaving and bobbing across her short sentences to see what might be possible along the way, which most likely alters her destination. Follow along with her sequence “Big Trouble in Little China Trouble,” for example, composed in response to the 1986 film Big Trouble in Little China, that begins: “Name, occupation: tourist bus. / Meat of this table a green flame. / Oh, sure. Sorcery because it’s real. I talk / and eat a very small sandwich in the Pork Chop / Express. The cheque is in the mail. / Rainy vegetables are funny. / Geese sing from boxes, / dumplings steam, / daytime dog.”

While even an experienced reader of her work might wonder where she might be going, there’s never a sense of Burdick’s narratives at loose ends or lost, purposefully stretching out across a landscape of unexpected delights; we journey with her, seeing what she catches across the lyric. “They were not statistics / to themselves,” she writes, as part of “Life irritates art,” “Potentially infected salads // The printing press and mystic joy // The lyric, a scream // Too many write dull and straight / regardless of identity.” Her accumulations offer wisdoms and seek out questions, playful and incisive moments of sharp clarity carved through a musical flow of colliding words, sounds and ideas. “I thought the creatures around me were both here / and not. Not an absence of presence,” she writes, as part of the poem “Practice,” “but human at some point, even as echoes. Echoes of air made into form; my demands / were simple: you may enter only / if you tell me something interesting. / Practice memory to release into air.”

 

Friday, November 29, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Holly Pester

Holly Pester is a poet and writer. She has worked in sound art and performance, with original dramatic work on BBC Radio 4 and collaborations with Serpentine Galleries, Women’s Art Library and Wellcome Collection. Pester lives in Colchester, England.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
a. Vocabulary, age, faith in attempts
b. Vocabulary, age, faith in attempts
c. Vocabulary, age, faith in attempts

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
How? Argh.  Who knows. Playfulness?
 
3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
Slow slow slow. Like getting blood out of a stone. Lots of walks.

4 - Where does a poem or work of fiction usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
From the fragment outwards?

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
Yes I am. It’s personal buzz, and a collective editorial moment.
 
6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
Oh goodness. Experimental writing has to create questions rather than answer them, no?

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
Being a teacher is the most important role in my life as a writer. It offsets personal desire for my own success. Which is fatal.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Love editors. Love em.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Write with your weirdest impulses and habits, not against them.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?

I hope to always move around forms and shapes and durations of text.

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I work full time. Any writing time has to shove its way in between writing reports, teaching and marking student work. The tension between labours is maybe the answer to the questions about ‘what theories’...?

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Read. Read. Read. Watch a shocking movie.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Final demand envelopes.

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Sitcoms, performance art, clowning, dreams

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
My boyfriend, Margery Kempe, Muriel Spark

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Write a joke book. And a play. And a book of essays.  

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
A low paid administrator in a regional arts venue, with a burlesque practice on the side.  

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I just don’t know.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch
The Falling, Carol Morley

20 - What are you currently working on?

Getting my students through their degree… Another book of poetry.

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Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Andy Weaver, The Loom

 

where
            we’re headed,
                                    only realizing that
the arc
              of the pitcher’s arm
                                                mirrors
the galaxy’s
                    swirl,
                              that through
its parts
              the universe
                                    posits
a sum
            and the silliness of games
                                                     ends. (“ligament/ ligature”)

The fourth full-length poetry title by Toronto poet Andy Weaver, following Were the Bees (Edmonton AB: NeWest Press, 2005), Gangson (NeWest Press, 2011) and This (Ottawa ON: Chaudiere Books, 2015), is The Loom (Calgary AB: University of Calgary Press, 2024), one hundred and forty pages of an extended sequence-thread on the surrealities surrounding marriage, children, parenting and homestead through first-person lyric. As the back cover offers: “Andy Weaver led a life of quiet contemplation before becoming a father at the age of 42. Within three years he had two sons; two small, relentless disruptions to an existence which had, for a very long time, been self-sustaining and tranquil.” For some time, Weaver has been engaged in pushing his own variations upon a blend of the long poem/serial poem, and The Loom exists as an extended, book-length line. Composing sequences within sequences, he writes an excess that stretches itself through sequences and layerings, suites upon suites, clusters and accumulations, one held together and by this new foundation of domestic patter, and discovering how big a human heart might become. “Perhaps if a new content is / a new devotion,” he writes, as part of the extended sequence “THE CLEAVE,” “the result / of novel imagination, then / there is love even in reason—if / emotion is the first evolution / making ways for new forms of life, / then love is what gives us reason / for reason and saves us from the crushing / reality of reality.” Through the evolution of his lyric, passion and reason are no longer separate, distant poles, but a blended opportunity for enlightenment, calm and perspective, offering fresh layers of personal and lyric insight.

Throughout The Loom, Weaver offers structural echoes of Robert Duncan’s lyric blocks and staggers, writing not an abstract articulating the spaces around and through the occult, but one of an open-hearted familial love, a grounding provided through his two young sons. “When I had journeyed half my life’s way,” he writes, near the opening of the collection, “I found I’d lost sight of love—just the sort / of line that mediocre, middle-aged men / have been using since the evolution / of male pattern baldness.” Through his explorations around family and children through a particular lens of the long poem, his work exists nearly as counterpoint to that of Ottawa poet Jason Christie, two modest and quiet poets (both with two young sons of similar age) simultaneously working their long lyric stretch of an abstract, accumulating domestic line. As a fragment of the fifth section of “THE BRIDGE” reads:

Looking at the lake at night, a child knows
the flat field of reflected lights is a series of depths
of incalculable distances, sets of eyes gleaming
from an underneath where there is no holding
them away, and the strain is etched into the walls
of his brain cells like shapes scratched uncountable
years ago into the stones of a sea cave forgotten
so long ago the crews of the fishing boats sail over it
every day without even shivering, no clue that every
minute love is watching and waiting for the moment
to capsize us.

There’s a density to Weaver’s lyrics, stretching out across packed sequences even as the language breaks down, fractals, breaks apart, leaning harder into pure sound and collision. At times his language deliberately scatters, akin to light through a prism—“the knot / will not / knot but / that does not /mean that / an untie,” he writes, as part of the extended “ligament/ligature,” “a terrible naught / that unbinds, / should be taught / as an answer / to shield you / from feeling distraught.”—and the structure of sequence-within-sequence offers a further layering of the book-length poem stretching further and endlessly out, his mix of sound and cadence offering a propulsion well beyond the accumulation of one line upon another. Through the book-length poem The Loom, Weaver weaves a deep sincerity across the newness of children, devotion, uncertainty, minute detail, deep appreciation and abiding love, detailing a swirling abstract of emotional upheaval and ongoing, continuous wonder; one might almost consider The Loom to be a meditation on love through chaos. “My actual family,” he writes, “those bodies / whose parts / in my speech / make a texture / beyond cognition,” offering a detail upon detail. As the final extended sequence, “THE BRIDGE,” ends the collection:

                        But there is a point in every event
that we cannot see through, and another we
cannot see at all. Love’s opacity, then, is its essence.
Which is to say that the peculiar fate of the lover
may be that the most serious question can only
be posed in the vocabulary of love.
                                                            And I’ve written
myself into a corner, a full stop, an unproductive
bafflement that freezes my hands over the keyboard,
trying to parse out the difference between hiding
and lying in wait—until there you are, stamping
into my room trailing giggles of glory, grabbing
my hand and pulling me from my seat at this
cerebral dead end, my lovely gosling, my godling,
my Hugh ex machina.


Tuesday, November 26, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Oluwaseun Olayiwola

Oluwaseun Olayiwola is a poet, critic, choreographer, and performer based in London. His poems have been published and anthologized in The Guardian, The Poetry Review, PN Review, Oxford Poetry, Tate, bath magg, Fourteen Poems, Re•creation, and Queerlings. As a Ledbury Poetry Critic, he’s written reviews for The Guardian, The Telegraph, The Times Literary Supplement, the Poetry School, Magma Poetry, Poetry Birmingham Literary Journal, and the Poetry Book Society. His poetry has been commissioned by the Royal Society of Literature and Spread the Word.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

I’m still waiting on it to be released (Jan 2025 in US and UK) so perhaps I don’t have yet the retrospective eye that I assure you I crave, and for some reason, thirst at the thought of being able to reflect on. I never really had the fear that I wouldn’t be able to do it. No, the fear was more would it be of quality, and this, is still to be decided and seen.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

I think dancing led me more neatly to poetry than to the others. I think I can say for years, I’d softly consumed poetry, usually used in voiceovers for dance music. Growing up in the Pentecostal tradition as well, listening to and reading the bible weekly, attending church, and being preached at––one could say there was also a poetic quality to those Sunday sermons. There were some feeble attempts at writing fan fiction where I was the main character, some guy (a peer, a choreographer, a teacher) was a pretend lover, but those, I know now, were just ways to express to myself a queerness that wasn’t being entirely nurtured, even accepted; a queerness that wasn’t being entirely given voice to. It’s no surprise my poems move along such desire lines––in equal amounts of repose, and ecstatic upwellings.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

It’s really a mix of all. Some come quickly, urgently, and have remained mostly unchanged. But I would say that, as I look across my manuscript, many are often poems I wrote,  I then forgot about, and then months later remembered because a similar theme or word came up in a new poem I was writing. What would happen then is the new poem would likely cannibalize the old one for its best parts, which is usually a line or two, sometimes just a situation. I do have a notes app that I’ve been keeping for more than 6 years that I call ‘Notes for Poetry’. Sometimes whole poems come from that, or just crucial lines that help a wilting poem revivify itself. Two years ago I started “Notes for Prose”, though this one is not nearly as helpful.

On starting a project: I’m able to have my finger in many different pies. This is how I am though I am not sure if it's conducive to my practice. I can often feel paralyzed trying to think across poetry and prose (I’m a critic as well).

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

I remember there being a discourse on Twitter about the difference between a ‘book poet’ or ‘poem poet’, which are funny distinctions. I can’t speak to the validity of the binary, but I can say, I think as I began to see that these poems could be collected into a book, I slid towards being a ‘book poet’. Of course, it is always composed of individual poems, but I quite think I’m a tonal, musical thinker and as what was maybe 8-10 salvageable poems became 30, then 40, I found myself thinking more cosmically about the book, less about what it was saying, and more about how it was sounding itself.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

Oh yeah, I love reading in public. I’m a dancer by training so I like lights on me. But, contrarily, I wouldn’t call myself a showy reader really. I actually tend be more or less still and try to channel the poetic energy through my voice, which has a resonance to it. I rarely gesture, and I think people have come to expect of me some more elaborate performance movements as I read, but that would feel to me a great disservice to the poems, which is the medium through which what I feel in the moment comes through. Also, it’s more easy to tell if a line is wrong (untruthful, clunky, out-of-place, too explanatory) when you’re reading it to others.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

What is intimacy? What does it take to really, really be with another human? Versus, what does it take to really be with another human?

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

Oh I don’t know. Writers and writings are so various. I think writers all do something fundamental though––they tell us who was alive, when, and, most importantly, how.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

I love it––I’m a high conceptualizer, an ENFP––I daydream, fantasize, theorize. And poems are one way in which I try to bring myself back to the ground, though one might find in my poems a interest, maybe desperation, for horizontal movement. Editors are people on the ground, who are trying to catch you. You know in movies when someone is jumping off a building, but there’s a group of people with a blanket below, trying to catch them like a hammock of sorts?

It's essential for me. I like making messes (but really like crisp finished products) and my editors at Soft Skull Press and Fitzcarraldo Editions, helped me clean up the work. I don’t mean in the language so much (though one can always be tighter) but conceptually, structurally. As someone who didn’t study English/creative writing in a normative way, it was also important for me to feel my editors were teaching me about craft, implicitly or explicitly. This was achieved.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

Don’t imitate. Steal.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to critical prose)? What do you see as the appeal?

I move quite fluidly, giving myself permission in critical prose to be as poetic as I need, understanding the conventions of lyric poetry as critical. It’s harder the other way around, but more worthwhile. How to make the rhetoric as interesting (musically or argumentatively) as the bombastic image flying off the handle. But sometimes it’s okay to just make the argument, lose the image, lose the prettiness, lose the glamour, and argue.

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

Writing this book, when my life was less structured, and I was more financially scant, I could wake up at 7 and write until ten, eleven. That’s when my brain starts to go. But if you do that, even for like two months, so much gets done. Now it’s all over the place. I lecture three days a week, with the other two days essentially for writing. Mondays are bad, I do scroll the most on Mondays! Why though?? I also believe protecting your writing time, as I take from Zadie Smith, is essential, but much more difficult the more responsibility you have to others, students, friends, colleagues. It really is a paradox, you need a life to write about and time away from that life to write about it.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

I steal lines and reorganize them from other poets, randomly off my shelf. Though, there are some books that are ripe (and by that, I mean so masterful any line jolts you into saying something) for theft: anything by John Ashbery, lots of Jorie Graham. Louise Glück is harder to steal from materially, but her tone is so impressive (as in it impresses itself on you) that after a couple of poems, when I want to be, and see the value of being, less woo-woo. I am very suggestive person.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Aboniki Balm which is kind of menthol rub.

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science, or visual art?

As a choreographer and dancer, dance definitely influences my work implicitly. Contemporary dance, I’d hazard, taught me to ngaf what I write, after having twisted my body into so many forms and shapes.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

SZA and Frank Ocean. Rita Dove –– I read one of her poems every couple of months and am just reminded of how limited my imagination is. And then work towards opening it. Jorie Graham who was recommended to me, Louise Glück who was recommended to me by Amazon, and more recently writers like Christina Sharpe and Carmen Maria Machado

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

Write a book made of mostly sentences. Or entirely.

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

Definitely a model. I think I could still be one.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

I danced first. Well, if I’m being accurate, I did music first, as a trombonist. And then danced. But both of these forms, I felt given to. Writing was the one I didn’t know if was innate in me. Music and Dance were. Writing was something I had to graduate into my life and I’m still figuring out how to do that––

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Like A Ghost I Leave You – Quotes By Edvard Munch

20 - What are you currently working on?

Poems and sentences––I don’t say that to be facetious. Writing a good sentence is so difficult! And I think I have to think of it as that small, the local, to keep the same intensity I’d like my work to have, the same force––Paragraphs, yikes!

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