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Monday, July 29, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Kendra Sullivan

Kendra Sullivan [photo credit: Laila Stevens] is a poet, public artist, and activist scholar. She is the Director of the Center for the Humanities at the CUNY Graduate Center; Co-director of the NYC Climate Justice Hub, a radical partnership between CUNY and New York City Environmental Justice Alliance to advance frontline-led climate justice research, teaching, and policy; Co-director of Women’s Studies Quarterly; and Publisher of Lost & Found: The CUNY Poetics Document Initiative. She makes public art addressing waterfront access and equity issues in cities around the world and has published her writing on art, ecology, and engagement widely. She is the co-founder of the Sunview Luncheonette, a cooperative arts venue in Greenpoint, Brooklyn; and a member of Mare Liberum, a collective of artists, designers, and boatbuilders imagining other ways to inhabit coastal cities. Her work has been supported by grants, awards, and fellowships from the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, the Waverley Street Foundation, the Graham Foundation, the Montello Foundation, the Engaging the Senses Foundation, the Rauschenberg Foundation, the Blue Mountain Center, and the T.S. Eliot House, among many others. Her books of poetry include Zero Point Dream Poems (Doublecross Press) and Reps (Ugly Duckling Presse).

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

This is my first book! Though I simultaneously, or nearly so, published a book-length dos-a-dos with DoubleCross called Zero Point Dream Poems, after Nawal El Saadawi’s Woman at Point Zero.  I produce a lot but publish a little. In my opinion, writing is socially produced and produces socialites. Publications need to be brought into the world by the right people by the right press at the best time if they are to be received as meaningfully as possible by the right reading public. While this is not always probable or even possible, working with MC Hyland and Anna Gurton-Wachter at DoubleCross in 2023 and Dan Owens, Kyra Simone, Serena Solin, and Milo Wippermann at UDP in 2024 checked all these boxes. 

More broadly, I break my weekly habit tracker down into three categories: being, doing, and making. My first book has shifted my way of being most: it’s a feeling state or felt sense of having landed somewhere. Or maybe it’s the felt sense of having finally cast off, the feeling state of “far out” or “offshore,” where, paradoxically or not, I feel most grounded. That felt sense is the biggest shift. 

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

The desire to write fiction is what propels me as a writer. Poetry that plays with narrative comes out when I sit down to write. It’s the shape my thinking takes on the page. I’m also an academic writer. But even as a scholar writing scholarly prose, I write associatively, sentence by sentence, without a roadmap or an outline. Whether I’m writing poetry or critical theory, language is like a stone pathway that precedes my arrival on the scene of the text. Step by step. I follow the stones. I don’t know where I’m going or when I’ll stop. 

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?

Writing is like precipitation in my life. Sometimes the weather is too wet. Sometimes too dry. Most of the time there is too much rain and too little containment: flood. Some of the time there is too little rain and too much thirst: drought. Sometimes the weather meets the needs of its immediate terrain: poetry!

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose 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’m a project-based poet and my books reflect that fact. A conceit becomes a preoccupation that I iterate until I’ve cycled through all possible variations on a theme or method available to me. The circuit of experimentation eventually completes itself and I begin to edit. Many times, during the editing process, subcircuits present themselves. Fractal arguments and counterarguments open doors into doors.  

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

Only since having a child! Recently, my friend said to me that when she had a child she was able to forgive herself for existing. This is true for me, too. There are many societal reasons this is a very distressing sentiment! A subject for a scholarly essay or book, to be sure. But nonetheless, when I gave birth, I forgave myself for existing, and as a direct or indirect result, began to enjoy reading in public.  

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?

So many! Too many to list, but here are some main preoccupations. 

Is empathy a virtue that affords greater social cohesion or a narcissistic expression susceptible to political exploitation? What is compassion and how do we act appropriately on its injunctions in contemporary life? How are we to live “the good life,” by which I mean a values-driven life that makes room for the possibility of joy, in the age of climate breakdown? 

Who am I; and who are you; and who are we; and where do we begin and end in relation to the total environment, if at all? 

Because I work in the knowledge sector, a lot of my poetry is concerned with the ideological and material conditions of knowledge production and circulation. I’m interested in knowledge economies in general, or where and how knowledge is made, received, and interpolated, and by whom. I’m interested in the ways situated, lived, or embodied knowledge is honored (or not) in mainstream scholarly discourses and policy development. I’m interested in research, or how humans learn what they need to know in order to live well and remove barriers to collective wellbeing. And I’m interested in meaning-making, or how humans weave together their personal and social lives through deeply contextual, cultural, community-led, and value-laden activities, like for instance, poetry!

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?

In my poems, I often ask how we can loosen the strictures of Western, empirical knowledge regimes without descending into a pit of relativisms that render thought vulnerable to conspiracy, misinformation, and polarization. Can poetry help us live with integrity while accepting uncertainty? Certainly. Can we critique patriarchal scientific methodologies while embracing the fruits of scientific study and analysis? Yes, I think so. Does poetry contribute to efforts led by theorists working on the ground, in the streets, or in the academy who advance situated, embodied, and author-saturated understandings of the worlds we inherited alongside the worlds we want to pass along? Totally. Are phenomenological understandings of meaning-making inherently feminist? Subversive? Dissident? Is poetry research? What would it mean to read it as such? I don’t know!

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

Helpful! The more dialogic the writing and editing process, which are continuous and coextensive in my practice, the more faceted the crystallized artifact of that interaction becomes. 

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

Write in community. Deepen your relationship to your existing communities. Seek out new communities to be, do, and make with and for. Weave yourself into ever more complicated social fabrics with your words. 

I’ve just realized I didn’t really answer your question. That’s my advice. 

Advice that I recently heard and really appreciated is to ask yourself everyday, “what am I walking toward and what am I walking away from?”  Step by step, you can get “there” from “here,” wherever here and there are for you. Walking may be an alienating verb for some, since it implies a baseline of personal mobility and/or environmental safety that is not universal by any stretch. So if that’s your experience, maybe you could swap “walking” out with another  verb that resonates with your intrinsic motivations, like “writing.” 

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

I am a poet, a scholar, and an artist. My art practice is what is sometimes termed social sculpture. I build boats, teach people to build boats, and get people out on local bodies of water to talk about environmental ecologies and economies as part of a collective called Mare Liberum. I like to think that building boats has prepared me to move between genres: land and sea, public art and activist scholarship, academic administration and poetry creation. It’s a continuum of practice. 

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 have a small child who has more power over my daily routine than the sun and moon could ever hope to! I have no routine. I write whenever I find a minute. 

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

I read. I wait. I exercise. I play. I work. I get outside. 

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

What a lovely question! It reminds of the PJ Harvey song, “You Said Something,” from Stories from the City. Stories from the Sea. While looking at Manhattan from a rooftop in Brooklyn she sings about the “smells of our homelands.” This line always reminds me that I don’t know where home is: the city (where I live) or the seaside (where I grew up). Depending on my mood, the smells of my homeland are either trash & heat (rising from asphalt) or salt & sulfur (released by dead and dying plants in the marshland). Home is such a scary place for so many. I am privileged to love my homes. 

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?

All of the above! I would add that institution building and institutional ethnography both layer my thinking about poetry creation. The practice of institutional ethnography was developed by Canadian sociologist Dorothy J.Smith. It’s a research methodology that aims to describe how individual behaviors, beliefs, and activities, taken en masse, give form to the social. This way of looking at things helps me understand the coordinated doing, making, and working across scenes, sectors, and geosocial spaces that give rise to poetry as an institution. Counterinstitution is actually a more capacious and less contestable term to describe the work of poetry in the world. Ammiel Alcalay’s motto for Lost & Found is “follow the person.” I think of counterinstitutional ethnography, and I’m not sure he’d agree with me here, of “following the people,” to understand poetry and its operations at scale.

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

Too many to name! I’ll give a shout out to my Lost & Found poetry fam. Ammiel, Sampson Starkweather, Stephon Lawrence, Joseph Caceres, Tonya Foster, Coco Fitterman, Daisy Atterbury, Irish Cushing, Zohra Saed, Oyku Tenken, Miriam Atkin, and Marine Cournet. I’ll also shout out my Geopetics working group: Celina Su, Sahar Romani, Mónica de la Torre, Richa Nagar, and Kahina Meziant. And my poet.mamas listserve! 

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

Just keep writing, publishing, performing, and archiving. Write continuously, like Diane di Prima. Publish continuously, like Alice Notley. Perform continuously, like Mariposa Fernandez. Archive and activate/preserve archives continuously, like Lois Elaine Griffith. I’d also like to focus on a daily visual log, like Etel Adnan. I was trained as a painter and I’d like to paint more like I brush my teeth, every day, as a kind of maintenance. (Naming aspirations here; not making comparisons between myself and these phenomenal beings!) 

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?

I work my dream job. Even so, I have a fantasy that one day I’ll go to Yale’s forestry school. 

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

It’s possible that I began writing seriously after 9-11 in NYC because painting and boat making, my two main visual arts practices, required too much storage. Poems don’t take up any space; on the contrary, they create space. 

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

Richa Nagar’s Relearning the World through Radical Vulnerability. Alice Diop’s Saint Omer. Both, to me, in part, develop methods for building solidarity with near and far “others” without the crutch of identification. 

20 - What are you currently working on?

An institutional ethnography of CUNY called Uneven Ground: Making the Public University Work Anywhere People Gather, Learn, and Grow

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Wednesday, December 01, 2021

Ongoing notes: early December 2021: Christy Davids + Nikki Reimer/Andrea MacKenzie Engele,

I seem to be on a roll these days, it would seem. Chapbooks?

And you are keeping an eye on what’s been going on over at periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics, yes? And Touch the Donkey? And many gendered mothers? And above/ground press? And the weekly interviews via the Chaudiere Books blog?

Brooklyn NY: It is good to see a new chapbook title by American poet Christy Davids [see her “Tuesday poem” here], her wanton (DoubleCross Press, 2020), a chapbook-length poem-sequence of accumulated lyric fragments that play with information and commentary around female desire, sexual fantasy, reproductive biology and Craigslist-like personals: “wanted edgy alternative tattooed nerd girl wanted single local / female wanted rough or ravaged wanted reversing role and using / strap-on wanted steady girl for bj weekly wanted something more [.]” There is less a sense of commentary here than simply offering a collage of related information and perspectives, bringing together a series of scraps and fragments to cohere into a larger shape. How does one idea relate to the next? How does one idea determine what follows? As her first footnote, to the line “I can appear fertile,” offers: “A 2006 study in the journal Hormones and Behavior found that women who had their pictures taken during fertile and non-fertile stints were judged to be trying harder to look nice on fertile days, suggesting the hormonal boost of ovulation may translate to real-life decision-making.” Given she has now produced a handful of small chapbooks over the past few years, one can only hope that Davids’ is working toward something full-length.

we are taught (re)production determines
the social value of female bodies, so

 

 

I can secrete with discretion
         
warrant only instances
         
of mating and sheer

         
prettiness, perpetual
         
arousal carousel



Calgary AB:
How does one even discuss, properly, this new chapbook title by Calgary poet Nikki Reimer, BEHIND THE DRYWALL (Gytha Press, 2021)? “Written by Nikki Reimer / Illustrated by Andrea MacKenzie Engele,” BEHIND THE DRYWALL is a title that communicates in tandem, almost in collaboration, between the writer and illustrator/designer. BEHIND THE DRYWALL is composed as a lyric collage set to an illustrated, visual music, offering a critique of Alberta’s oil and gas industry, Calgary’s self-identifications and self-delusions, as well as the capitalist bent that has reduced an expansive and overly-aggressive construction into a downtown abandoned by humans. Hers is a Calgary caught between bust and boom, and the human expense of whichever side of the coin is in current play. In certain ways, Reimer and Engele’s BEHIND THE DRYWALL is a language-driven capitalist collaboration and collage update of Calgary writer Aritha van Herk’s infamous 1987 long poem, “Calgary, this growing graveyard,” which is, once one considers the comparison, a frustrating one, given how little improvement has followed, over those intervening years.

Friday, November 19, 2021

Ongoing notes: later-mid-November 2021: Erín Moure + Jennifer Soong/Daniel Owen,

Am I already doing another one of these? Gosh, the days just swoosh by. 

Have you seen what’s been posting lately over at periodicities? Some pretty cool stuff, I must say, including interviews with this year’s entire bpNichol Chapbook Award shortlist!

Montreal QC: Perhaps as a teaser to a forthcoming new volume is Montreal poet and translator Erín Moure’s RETOOLING FOR A FIGURATIVE LIFE / reequipando para unha vida figurative (Montreal QC: Vallum chapbooks, 2021), a sketchbook of first-person inquiry. There is something really fascinating in the way in which Moure’s writing shifts foundations, writing from the point at which the physical and the linguistic meet through a remarkable clarity. “I can just lie here and / the world is like that.” she writes, as part of the poem “Girl.” Moure writes on the physical aspect of our mammalian selves and of rivers, valleys, shadows and names, and the baseline of earth. There is something foundational to the focus of her inquiry: something deeper and more universal than human; something deeper than landscape or nature. “If only / living beside a tree / would make a difference.” she writes, to open the poem “Beside.” As the short lyric closes: “Artifice / won’t do.”

Fireflies

I am trying to remember where things come from
and I think they come out of the ground.

This smoke-colored glass bowl came out of
the ground.

This resin of coffee came out of the ground.

The flour and egg I mix came out of the ground.
All pigeons come out of the ground.

My mother, when I remember her, comes
out of the ground.

Sunlight comes from the ground
out of the ground.

A poem I read this A.M. came directly out of the ground.

I wash my face in ground and drink its light
and its taste

hello hello of smoke and absence.

Brooklyn NY: I’m fascinated by the dos-à-dos chapbook When I Ask My Friend, by Jennifer Soong/Points of Amperture, by Daniel Owen (Brooklyn NY: DoubleCross Press, 2021), although one might offer that it isn’t immediately apparent as to why these two poets were paired. Soong is the author of the full-length debut Near, At (Futurepoem, 2019) [see my review of such here] and, apparently, forthcoming titles from Spam Press (London/Glasgow) and Black Sun Lit (New York). There is an expansiveness to Soong’s lyrics in When I Ask My Friend, an enormous amount of stretch to her sentences; a text of monologues, offering meditation-as-monologue. “Running out of things to say,” she writes, as part of her seven-page opening poem “When I ask my friend what it means to love the world I find the / answer is a little funny, a little sad,” “one is left with time. / Then time runs out of our words, waiting to be kept again. / A boy stands mesmerized by the microwave, / his face in swirling poultry. Meanwhile / things divvy up the glare.” One can nearly be overwhelmed by her sentences, and the speed at which they travel. As the second part of Soong’s seven-part sequence “Razor Song” reads:

Knowledge of “who” belongs
to the more fundamental facts of “where”
and “when” we are. You begin by saying

How do I explain?
SORRY

           
WHAT DID YOU SAY? I am trying
to see more than one thing at a time.

The light is turning.
Lying down facing you

           
my tummy drops like a dumpling.
Women who diet destroy me.

           
They want to disappear and right now
my poetry fucks negation.

Today just so happens to be the coldest
Thanksgiving in years. I’ve said Jennifer

           
be in a decent mood. Don’t trust anyone.
           
for this reason I’m always ready

           
for groups to be over, hoarding
my words in the dark         like dwarves, mushrooms

           
or giant tube worms
           
      Hovering at the sea’s bottom.

Daniel Owen, a name I’m aware of through his being a member of the Ugly Duckling Presse collective, is a Brooklyn-based poet and translator. The author of the collections Toot Sweet (United Artists Books), RESTAURANT SAMSARA (Furniture Press Books), and the chapbook Authentic Other Landscape (Diez), this is the first title of his I’ve seen. The poems in Points of Amperture are shorter, but contain an equal expansiveness to Soong’s. It is an expansiveness that is far more contained, with both poets composing a lyric of the line and breath and lyric sentence, propelled by meaning, collage and collision. As his note at the end of his chapbook reads:

I thought amperture is how you spell embouchure, but turns out that’s not right. I was listening a lot to Andrew Hill’s album, Point of Departure, at the time, which had a real hold on me, did something in so many directions, something amperture’s many points have to do with. So the move from pun to mistake to maybe something else became a point of departure for these poems together. Amperture: between embouchure, amplitude, aperture, armature, departure. A mistaken lighting out, an exhalation. Chords where multitudes of voices ring before an open door through which all these presences of the past and future rub each other on their out and in ways. And you’re there and I’m there somewhere. Some kind of opening, I hope, where edges come close and something moves between them, mourning or preserving or relating or undoing. Getting louder. Ampersand posture, amp of tattered verdure. Amplified aperture perched on torque.

Owen’s poems are intricately structured, containing a lyric that bounces casually through and across play, meaning and sound; I would suggest that even to look at each poet’s cover image would be to at least be introduced to the ways in which their works are structured, both poets utilizing very different forms for lyrics that are each propelled by logic, meaning and collage.

A COFFEE OF MY MIND

where in the names of history would
useless trees be written? useless
birds, pied pipers, pomelo rinds.

a shopping list is both its negative and
positive minds. an instinctive film on which

amoebas fuck. be serious with
your steaks, says ghost of speaking to

ghost of the edifice that burns lands
now called Americas. those

ghosts will sing and singe the rotten
core to the earth! will paste and shout.

don’t use my story in your
permissions like that. mystery of

curtains, veils, the burning plains beyond
listlesses in other states of ant-bit,

other clouds touched into the mouths of
accepting child death, poison donuts,

no ozone. As if any bean could be
planted, as if oceans heard you.

 

Saturday, December 28, 2019

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Anna Gurton-Wachter


Anna Gurton-Wachter is a writer, editor and archivist. Her first full length book Utopia Pipe Dream Memory is out from Ugly Duckling Presse in 2019. Other recent work has appeared in Social Text, Ginger Zine, Peach Magazine, Vestiges and Deluge. She makes chapbooks with DoubleCross Press and lives in Brooklyn, NY, a few blocks from the building in which she was born. For more info @anna.as.metaphor & annagw.com

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

My first chapbook, CYRUS published by Brenda Iijima, changed my engagement in the poetry world from peripheral to poetry-is-my-life-what-else-is-there. This was mostly through Brenda’s direct encouragement. My first full length book, Utopia Pipe Dream Memory which is just out from Ugly Duckling Presse, has already changed the way I think about exchange, audience, communication, structure, freedom and community. The first chapbook and the first book have some similarities, mostly in the way each piece thinks about narrative and invocation.

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

I’ve always been drawn to experimentation and loosely defined borders. Those are found in joyous abundance in poetry. The more a piece of art is left open to interpretation, the more I feel I’ve been given permission to play with it in my mind.

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?

My writing comes to me quickly and often doesn’t change much. The more I tinker the more I tend to lose sight of the vision of it.

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?

A project will usually spiral outwards from an interest in a word, sentence, or theme and then I’ll see how long that interest can hold. Often I’m trying to tie things together rather than have stand alone pieces, because I like what time does with repetition.

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

Doing readings are helpful for me to get a sense of how I feel about a piece, how done I think it is, just from evaluating the feeling of how it felt to read it out loud. I tend to do a lot of readings and I get a lot from the experience of sharing in other forms as well, with my friends over e-mail, in small writing groups, etc.

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?

At the heart of a lot of my writing are my interests in intimacy, boundaries, feminisms, study, attention, dialogue, animals, waste, learning and categories. Lately I’ve been writing more directly about the unspeakable, what it is not to be able to fully describe something, but I think traces of that are found in earlier writing as well.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

For me the role of the writer, as with any artist, is the role of giving an offering.  That offering may be bound up with stress or relief, but either way it is one of expansion, breaking open what one previously thought possible.

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

Beautiful & essential.

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

Be in the present.

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

I’m not sure I understand this question. I don’t view it as easy or difficult to move between different genres, it is about the form matching the expression. It doesn’t feel like a choice I can consciously make but one that the work makes for me.

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 write a lot on the train. Sometimes on my phone while I’m walking somewhere. Sometimes I have a more formal writing group space or near my desk, but if I set out to write I always start by reading for a bit first.

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

I’ve been working lately on a small chapbook of writing prompts that I’ve made. I hope to be done with it soon so that people can enjoy it in conjunction with my book. I very rarely get stalled or bored. More often my frustration is that I can’t seem to get back into a very specific mode of writing that I had wanted to return to. That’s why the advice to be in the present was so helpful to me.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Whenever I leave the country and return to Brooklyn there is a smell that doesn’t hit me until I’m halfway back to my apartment. It doesn’t have a source that I can identify. For me it is the smell of sidewalk and for a moment it is as though Brooklyn hasn’t changed in centuries. Sometimes I wonder if I leave just so that I can have that moment.

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?

Most of all I would say I am influenced by filmmakers. I think I am secretly wanting to be a filmmaker. My book, Utopia Pipe Dream Memory, is very much indebted to thinking about the films of Peggy Ahwesh, Chantal Akerman, Hollis Frampton and others. Music too. Oral Historians. Dancers. Conversation.

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


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

Once I say it, it will be even harder to do. I have to keep those desires to myself in order to help them brew and then manifest.

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?

Well, I have several jobs outside of being a writer. It might be fun to attempt relaxing and chilling out more. I haven’t been doing too much of that lately.

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

Pleasure and friendship. These questions really seem like they want me to consider doing something else with my time. I’ve had many wonderful mentors and teachers. No doubt they are terribly responsible for my current state of being.

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

I recently finished Saidiya Hartman’s Scenes of Subjection and am looking forward to reading her other book Wayward Lives. Considering how much I think about the unspeakable, I was blown away by how Hartman does a magnificent job of articulating so much that is utterly incomprehensible while also acknowledging this incomprehensibility.  I recently re-watched one of my all time favorite films, Preston Sturges’ Sullivan’s Travels. There are many things which remind me of this one time that I heard the photographer Larry Sultan talk. I saw the movie Hustlers last night and it reminded me of when Sultan described this moment of his life where he was showing all of these photographs that he was taking of pole dancers in the upside down position on the pole and how everyone’s response was about how formally interesting they were and he how he was baffled that nobody wanted to talk to him about the subject of these photographs and only wanted to place them in formal relation. Isn’t it funny that people still think that is possible? Anyway I felt excited about the movie Hustlers.

20 - What are you currently working on?

I have several projects in motion at once always, I’m fine tuning a second book manuscript that I’ve been calling You Dog, working on that chapbook of writing prompts, writing some poems to my friends like a poem I recently wrote for my friend the poet Morgan Vo. Right now I was thinking about We Both Laughed In Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan a completely amazing book. In one of the diary entries Sullivan refers to a part of town as “the freak district” and I’ve been trying to write something that stems from those words. Thinking about what it means to be a freak and what it means to be a district. We’ll see if that goes anywhere.


Sunday, December 15, 2019

the ottawa small press book fair (part three,




Burlington/Kingston ON: Kingston writer and publisher Michael e. Casteels is becoming quite known for his work in small forms, one of the few contemporary poets I’m aware of focusing on such compactness in both text and visual works (other examples might include jwcurry, bpNichol and Gary Barwin, all of whom work or have worked with such, but not at this level of focus). Some of his text pieces were assembled to produce his first full-length collection, The Last White House at the End of the Row of White Houses (Halifax NS/Picton ON: Invisible Publishing, 2016) [see my review of such here], and I’ve been curious to see if there might be a subsequent volume focusing on more of  his visual works. For now, his latest publication is & Jetsam (Simulacrum Press, 2019), an assemblage of five visual poems described as “a loose-leaf collection of letraset concrete poems printed on 4″x5.5″ pieces of 100lb cardstock. Published in an edition of 45 numbered copies.” Casteels’ work clearly shares deep affinities with poets such as Cameron Anstee and the late Nelson Ball for their attention to the small, the densely-packed and the intricately detailed, so Casteels’ ability to shift this aesthetic towards visual work is quite fascinating. As Casteels himself writes of the work, included in the online catalogue copy:

& Jetsam is one half of a two-part visual poetry collection, with Flotsam (forthcoming from Timglaset) being the other half. Jetsam describes debris found in water deliberately thrown overboard by a crew in distress (often to lighten the load of a ship). The pieces for this collection were composed with a very limited set of Dry-Transfer sheets, which I purchased from Value Village. Presumably, they were donated by someone who was cleaning house, so in a way, the sheets themselves felt like Jetsam, floating through the thrift shop. The more I used each sheet, the fewer letters they contained, and the lighter they became. Now they are as transparent as the water on which a small vessel drifts slowly away, leaving these poems to be discovered by you.

Brooklyn NY: A slightly older title from Doublecross Press is O TOWN HEIGHTS (2012) by Chicago poet and editor Dolly Lemke, produced as a chapbook-length sequence of eleven fragments [I wrote of her briefly here, but this is the first solo publication of hers I've seen]. As the note at the back of the collection reads: “O Town Heights is an erasure/collage project. Text taken from Thornton Wilder’s Our Town, Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, and Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead.” I’m amused to pick up a copy of this in Ottawa, given one of the nicknames to the city has become “O-town” (especially given the invention of the O-Train), and the effect of the poem, which gives the impression of being composed as a series of quick sketches, is intriguing. Out of three very different texts, Lemke provides a through line of home and being, of interaction and geographic foundation.

THIS IS OUR HOUSE—THIS IS OUR PILLAR

THE ONLY COTTAGE IN THE DEPOT
NATURALLY THE LIGHT IS DOWNSTAIRS

THIS IS OURS

O TOWN HEIGHTS is the first of Lemke’s chapbooks, followed by I’m so into you (plumberries press, 2013), Wyoming (dancing girl press, 2018) and DUET DUET#4 (with Kelly Lorraine Andrews; pitymilk press, 2018), and I’m intrigued enough by this that I am curious to know what some of the rest of her work looks like.

WE WROTE UP ALL THAT

WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF ME
            BUT I DON’T THINK OF YOU

FOR NOTHING