Showing posts with label Matthew Hollett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matthew Hollett. Show all posts

Friday, October 20, 2023

Nobody puts Baby in a Corner (Brook,

Okay, that’s a terrible title for this particular post, but I spent the weekend in Corner Brook, Newfoundland, participating in the second iteration of the Horseshoe Literary Festival (adjunct to Horseshoe Literary Magazine), which was pretty exciting. Newfoundland: the only province I had not yet visited! On Thursday afternoon, I caught a flight to Halifax, with a further flight to Deer Lake. I spent two hours at Halifax airport, where I drank red wine, ate Mexican food and read Adam Beardsworth’s recent poetry debut, No Place Like (2023), from Gaspereau Press [see my review of such here]. It was Beardsworth who invited me out for this festival, so I thought the least I could do would be to get a sense of him through his work before I arrived. Also, via text from the Halifax airport, I did try to convince him (unsuccessfully) that I was reading his poems aloud to airport patrons to the point that they cheered and held me aloft (the text chain did get a bit ridiculous).

There had been an option for me to leave Ottawa at 6am for the sake of that night’s open set, but I thought I should be around for school drop-offs instead (beyond not wishing to take any kind of 6am flight). Instead, I landed at Deer Lake around 11:30pm local time (the small airport there reminding me of 2004, when I flew out of Charlottetown: remember that trip? I read with Gil McElroy!), and took a forty-minute cab over to Corner Brook, in conversation with the cab driver the entire time. Apparently Corner Brook is a pulp town, and, as I realized, much prettier than Cornwall, but comparable to Prince George (two other pulp towns I’ve spent time in). I landed at the hotel well after midnight thinking it was only 10pm-something back home and I should probably do something, as I still had loads of energy. I was asleep within minutes.

Friday morning: I encountered a woman in the hallway, each of us attempting to navigate our ways down to the lobby, although I got there first (returning the way I came, I thought, made the most sense; apparently she ended up in the kitchen). We realized we were both festival attendees, as she was Halifax writer Karen Kelloway, a YA author at her first ever festival! So we had breakfast together, and I heard all about her Newfoundland-set new novel Keepers of the Pact (Nimbus Publishing, 2023) and her various plans (she even set up a signing at a local Coles, which seemed both smart and ambitious; far more ambitious than I had any energy for). After breakfast, I made my way to the Corner Brook sign for a selfie, and then the Great Canadian Dollar Store, where I replaced my travel-mangled sunglasses (I sent Christine a selfie with new glasses: interesting choice, she responded; I'm pretending I'm like Bono, back when he was still cool). I did attempt to wander a bit, find where Matthew Hollett was setting up his workshop, but couldn’t find him. Once I wandered back from my erratic stretch of walking through the rain, we did meet up for lunch.

I had lunch with Matthew Hollett, I had breakfast with Matthew Hollett, I had dinner with Matthew Hollett, I had breakfast with Matthew Hollett. He is clearly good company. As well, I met up with organizer Adam Beardsworth and his lovely spouse, Shoshanna Ganz [above], at a local (amazing) local brew pub (Bootleg Brew Co.) before the first event. I used to know Shoshanna during her time at the University of Ottawa, but I don’t think I’d seen her since the Al Purdy conference at uOttawa back in 2006 [see my notes on the conference here; see my notes on the post-conference collection that she co-edited here]. It was a delight to see her! It was almost unsettling to consider how many years it had been.


That evening included readings by Shelly Kawaja [above], Jiin Kim, Leo McKay Jr. [left], Matthew Hollett and Maggie Burton. Corner Brook-based writer Shelly Kawaja is the author of the debut novel The Raw Light of Morning (Breakwater Books, 2022). I was quite taken with the short story she read, working through the particular difficulties of her teenaged protagonist. As it was an unpublished work, she asked for notes (I had only one, and it was terribly minor). St. John’s-based writer Jiin Kim read from her debut YA novel Lore Isle (Nimbus Publishing, 2023) (misspoken by the host as “Love Isle,” which would be a very different book). I enjoyed the clarity of her writing, and the sharpness of her narrative. There was a lot going on in that particular book. She was also wearing the most remarkable (black, shiny, nearly distracting) shoes.

Leo McKay Jr. read from What Comes Echoing Back (Vagrant Press, 2023), and his easygoing narrative style, built perfectly for public performance, was reminiscent of the work of Michael Blouin: both know very well how to work dialogue, scene and performance. McKay’s writing was enormously funny, wonderfully dense and quick-witted. And, given how much I’ve encountered him via social media the last bunch of years, I was actually surprised to realize we hadn’t yet met. Hadn’t we? (I'm still convinced that we did, around the time of his debut.) And of course, Matthew Hollett, who I discovered grew up nearby (his parents were in attendance). He read from Optic Nerve (Brick Books, 2023) [see my review of such here], a book I was very pleased to hear aloud. And he’s just about the nicest, he is. St. John’s-based writer, performer, classical violinist and city counsellor (what!) Maggie Burton [above] read from her full-length debut, Chores (Breakwater Books, 2023), an intriguing first-person lyric on women’s labour, relationships, parenting, family history and sexuality. Apparently Burton and Hollett have been part of a small group of writers meeting regularly, which is interesting (and fruitful, it sounds). After the event, we discussed children, as she has a plethora of children, including two very small ones (and she had her eldest at twenty, just as I had, so we have that in common).


Saturday morning: what did I do on my second full day there? I wandered a bit, seeking out whatever I might find. I found a store that sells collectables, only to discover that they had a reproduction of the Mona Lisa (I immediately sent to Christine with a caption suggesting that the one we saw in Paris that time was a complete fake; THE REAL ONE IS HERE IN CORNER BROOK). The store also had two different pump organs from the late 1800s, which I was admittedly tempted by. There were also a handful of images (portraits, photographs, prints, plates etcetera) of a young Princess and/or Queen Elizabeth II throughout. Curious, but I was seeking postcards. Doesn’t anywhere in this town have postcards? I mean, I found the Shoppers Drug Mart, which had stamps; I found the Dollarama, which had some comics I didn’t have (stop looking at Dollarama, Christine responded; go look at Newfoundland!). Once I found Adam, he offered to take me to the Emporium, a small store a bit further that had a whole array of postcards, which I picked up. For reasons unclear to me, this store also had a pipe organ, some plates with the Mona Lisa upon, and a slew of images of the mid-century-era Royal Family. I am sensing a particular theme from Corner Brook, Newfoundland. Why were all these pipe organs brought over, and what has prompted so many to be abandoned? Perhaps one could theorize about the loss of power of the church, and dwindling attendance forcing churches to close, or even modernize (but that is purely conjecture, obviously).




The second evening included readings by myself, Allison Graves, Aley Waterman, Karen Kelloway [left] and A
dam Beardsworth. I didn’t realize until I walked into the reading that I would be first, but at least it allowed me to actually hear the rest of the readers. I read the array of poems (a quartet, so far) on our Rose wishing for a fish, getting a fish, and then having various fish die and be replaced (the latest only recently passed, so I am still working on a memorial piece; the household is also still deciding on what we might do next). I was taken by St John’s-based writer Allison Graves’ reading; she read from Soft Serve (Breakwater Books, 2023), her newly-published debut of short stories. Following Graves was Corner Brook writer Aley Waterman [below], recently returned from Toronto, where she’d launched her debut novel Mudflowers (Dundurn, 2023), a book with some fantastic energy to it. Karen Kelloway moved through folklore and YA exploration reading from her latest novel (which she said has been praised by children and grandmothers alike). To close out the readings was Adam Beardsworth [further below], who offered a precise calm through his ecological debut poetry collection of attention, elegy and landscape.

[photo of me reading, by Adam]

And the final morning, a breakfast with Matthew, Adam, Shoshanna before she drove myself and Allison off to the airport, where we each caught our flights home (I flew through Montreal, myself). Where am I now?

Thursday, June 29, 2023

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Matthew Hollett

Matthew Hollett is a writer and photographer in St. John’s, Newfoundland (Ktaqmkuk). His work explores landscape and memory through photography, writing and walking. Optic Nerve, a collection of poems about photography and visual perception, was published by Brick Books in 2023. Album Rock (2018) is a work of creative nonfiction and poetry investigating a curious photograph taken in Newfoundland in the 1850s. Matthew won the 2020 CBC Poetry Prize, and has previously been awarded the NLCU Fresh Fish Award for Emerging Writers, The Fiddlehead’s Ralph Gustafson Prize for Best Poem, and VANL-CARFAC’s Critical Eye Award for art writing. He is a graduate of the MFA program at NSCAD University.

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

My first book, Album Rock, is a mix of creative nonfiction, poetry and archival material investigating a strange photo taken in Newfoundland in the 1850s by Paul-Émile Miot. The project began as a blog post, then expanded over several years to a research grant, an exploratory road trip, and eventually a published book. You learn so many things over the course of a long-term project like that (publishing contracts, working with editors and designers, image permissions). It’s not lightning-bolt life-changing, but more cumulative. It snowballs.

My most recent book, Optic Nerve, is a collection of poems about photography and visual perception. It took shape over many years, too, and had its own complicated flight path. Both books gesture towards some of the same ideas and preoccupations – ekphrasis, photography and complicity, a sense of place – but they’re very different. Album Rock is a macro lens, Optic Nerve more fish-eyed. I like that one is published by Boulder and one by Brick. A good solidity there.

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

I came to poetry through My Body Was Eaten by Dogs by David McFadden – it caught my eye one day in my high school library, and I read it cover to cover and almost immediately started writing poems. Terrible poems. Shortly afterwards I became fascinated by E.E. Cummings, and filled notebooks with floaty visual cloud-poetry.

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 projects always begin as a nebulous collection of small things which gradually cohere into a larger thing. I am always generating small things: journal entries, field notes from walks, poem fragments, quotes from books, photographs. Every project is rooted in these archives. So beginning something new is usually a matter of sifting through bits and pieces, finding unexpected connections.

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 single poem usually begins either as a firsthand observation, or as an exploration of language (sometimes I think of the poems as either “outdoorsy” or “indoorsy”). Bookwise, Optic Nerve is themed around photography and seeing, and I’m working on a new collection of poems about walking.

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

I love reading aloud. During solo writing residencies I’ve often read entire books aloud to an empty house, which is a fantastic way to feel immersed in the writing’s texture and soundscape. I write my own poems with the idea that they will be read aloud, and enjoy public readings.

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?

I like looking at things. The current question depends on what I’m looking at. The bigger question, of course, is what to look at.

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?

I’ve always liked Kurt Vonnegut’s take on this: “I sometimes wondered what the use of any of the arts was. The best thing I could come up with was what I call the canary in the coal mine theory of the arts. This theory says that artists are useful to society because they are so sensitive. They are super-sensitive. They keel over like canaries in poison coal mines long before more robust types realize that there is any danger whatsoever.”

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

Working with an editor is difficult in the best kind of way, where you feel discomfort, which is the sensation of being challenged and learning and changing. I find it essential, but never easy.

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

From Guy Debord’s autobiography: “My method will be very simple. I will tell what I have loved; and, in this light, everything else will become evident and make itself well enough understood.”

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

It doesn’t feel like moving between genres – both poetry and photography are the work of seeing things in new ways. I’m fascinated by the way that poems and photos can complement each other. They both feel like quieter, more intimate ways of making, creating meaning by stringing a series of small observations together.

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?

My only routine is to read for about 45 minutes as I eat breakfast. I realize it’s a luxury to structure my mornings this way, and I cling to it desperately. I don’t have a regular writing routine, but I make writing time during evenings or days off, or once in while through grants, residencies or creative writing classes.

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

Going for a long walk works miracles. I can sometimes also unblock my brain by switching from my computer to writing on paper.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Ocean wind – not so much the fragrance but the force of it. There’s nothing like the breath-burgling, voice-snuffing, brain-numbing winds out on the headlands near St. John’s.

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?

I went to art school, and I really enjoy writing in response to images – paintings, photographs, films. Anything visual. I’m especially interested in the way that documentary films can be lyrical and poetic (I love Agnès Varda’s work, and Werner Herzog’s), and the way that they can weave real-life observations together to create meaning. There are lessons there for poetry, I think.

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

Teju Cole is an incredible writer and photographer and I enjoy his books immensely. I just finished reading Robert Macfarlane’s Underland and really loved it. Likewise Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass. And one of my favourite films is Agnès Varda’s The Gleaners and I, a documentary about finding things, which begins in whimsy and moves almost surreptitiously to more poignant social concerns.

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

A really long walk, like the Kumano Kodō or the Pennine Way or the Camino de Santiago.

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?

Writing is an ongoing creative practice for me, but I wouldn’t call it an occupation. I do lots of things that are not writing – photography, design work, web development, arts administration.

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

Writing gives me a specific kind of joy that I don’t experience elsewhere. I love language – its sound, its mouthfeel, the deep deep history of words – and I get enormous pleasure from the process of wrangling language into something poem-shaped or book-shaped.

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

Teju Cole’s Black Paper is a collection of brilliant, incisive essays about art, photography and seeing. Cole traces Caravaggio’s travels in exile, considers what it means to look at photographs of suffering, and writes about writing during dark times. “The secret reason I read, the only reason I read, is precisely for those moments in which the story being told is deeply alert to the world, an alertness that sees things as they are or dreams things as they could be.”

I watch a lot of movies. The one I’ve enjoyed the most recently is Ciro Guerra’s The Wind Journeys. It’s set in Northern Colombia, and in addition to marvellous cinematography, characters, and music, it features the most captivating accordion battles ever put to film.

20 - What are you currently working on?

A collection of poems about walking.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Sunday, May 07, 2023

Matthew Hollett, Optic Nerve: poems

 

Roll Over

We didn’t learn the burned-out building had been a cinema
until the day they tore it down, but we squeezed into the crowd
to watch an excavator pulverize it into popcorn. In the rubble

we dug slivers of film like mussels, blowing ash off newsreels, musicals,
porn. I uncoiled a strip of colour, a cartoon beagle spinning through
a wild blue yonder. He was a runaway load of laundry, an adorable

ouroborus pinwheeling into a yin-yang of yellow and brown,
balled up like yarn or a yoga instructor. By yo-yoing the filmstrip
on my finger, I trained him to somersault at half speed, or double,

and when I took him home he curled up in a film canister. I clipped
the mangled ends from his reel, so now when I take him out for a tumble
he isn’t scorched or torn when it ends. He just goes, like a bubble.

A follow-up to the creative non-fiction and poetry title Album Rock (Portugal Cove-St. Philip’s NL: Boulder Books, 2018) is St. John’s, Newfoundland poet Matthew Hollett’s full-length poetry debut, Optic Nerve: poems (Kingston ON: Brick Books, 2023). Through an assortment of first-person poems set in a lyric simultaneously narrative and cinematic, Hollett offers a descriptively-thick and finely-honed intimate portrait of east coast space. “It took two of us to haul the river out of its box / and wrangle its segments together like vertebrae / or slabs of sidewalk. As rivers go,” he writes, to open the poem “Waters Above and Waters Below,” “this one had been / stepped in more than twice, its leisurely ripples and eddies / scuffed with footprints from small armies / of schoolkids.” Hollett works his lyric as a way of examining small moments of time, comparable to how Michael Crummey wrote contemporary and historic Newfoundland through his Passengers: Poems (Toronto ON: Anansi, 2022) [see my review of such here], or how Michael Goodfellow wrote his personal Lunenberg County, Nova Scotia through Naturalism, An Annotated Bibliography: Poems (Kentville NS: Gaspereau Press, 2022) [see my review of such here]. One could say that all three of these poets are simply following elements of Newfoundland-based poet and editor Don McKay [see my review of his 2021 collection Lurch here], and that would be entirely correct, each writing their own small perceptions through carved lyric observations. Weighed down through the dark, there is significant and even pragmatic light in these lines. “If you find yourself lost,” the poem “Coriolis Borealis” begins, “try not to walk in circles. A forest / is an aura of revolving doors, every spruce or fir is / a celestial body that wants you in its orbit. For the first / twenty-four hours, you’d be wise to stay put.” Across his densely-packed Optic Nerve, Hollett writes short moments and scenes, fully aware of the differences in seeing and perception, writing narratives many of which are centred in and around Halifax. “In Halifax it greets me like a gauntlet of bear traps.” he writes, to open the poem “Shipshape.” “Sidestepping swollen potholes on Quinpool, I pass a traffic island / with its mascara of snow, a bicycle wheel crushed into a taco, / a bird’s next asquint with icicles.”