Showing posts with label Riley Tench. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Riley Tench. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Jane Jordan’s Books



Recently, John White, the son of the late Ottawa poet Jane Jordan (1926-2007) [see my obituary for her here] contacted us through our Chaudiere Books email address to offer us some books from her mother’s library. “I want the books to go to poets,” he told us. We said “Sure, of course, I guess,” not realizing the treasure-trove of six (so far) bins of books, journals, chapbooks, flyers and manuscripts that would end up in our living room. Sara Jane Jordan [see her Penumbra Press bio here] was known in Ottawa for many years as being one of the first to organize a reading series in the city, hosting events through Pestelozzi College on Rideau Street in the early 1970s, and her library shows an engagement with numerous writers both local and national including Ted Plantos, Juan O’Neill (who took over Jordan’s series and renamed it The Sasquatch Reading Series), Robert Craig (poet and co-editor/co-publisher of publications such as Sparks magazine and Ottawa Poetry News), Al Purdy, William Hawkins, Harry Howith, Seymour Mayne, George Johnston, Margaret Atwood, Enid Rutland, Ralph Gustafson, Milton Acorn, Patrick White and multiple other writers (and journals) I’ve not even heard of.

As the story goes, Jane White was involved with a variety of Toronto poetry circles (such as those around Poetry Toronto, a monthly poetry and listings publication that would later influence the creation of the monthly publication Bywords—which itself later morphed into bywords.ca) throughout the 1960s, relocating to Ottawa in 1971 with her husband and four children when her husband, a chartered accountant, took a job at the Canadian Revenue Agency. Once here, she didn’t see in Ottawa what she had left behind in Toronto, so she decided to organize events. Under the name Jane Jordan, she began organizing events. She published her poems in journals, and even produced a small handful of books.

Scattered across six bins, there are copies of WORDFEST, a publication produced as part of an annual poetry festival held at SAW Gallery: the first was held on August 6 and 7, 1982, and the second, August 12-14, 1983. To get a sense of activity, the 1982 chapbook includes work by Cyril Dabydeen, Mark Frutkin, Alice Groves St. Jacques, Blaine Marchand, George Miller, Riley Tench, Lorna Uher (who became Crozier) and Patrick White. The second annual includes work by Richard Truhlar, Steven Smith, Colin Morton, steve mccaffery, Robert Hogg, Michael Dean and Catherine Ahearn.

There are copies of short-lived journals I’ve never heard of, including Ottawa Poetry News, Review Ottawa and Reenbou: revue plurilingue de poésie / plurilingual poetry magazine (1979), as well as some I’d heard of but never actually seen, including the infamous Sparks (1976-77) and the three issues of Stephen Brockwell’s The Rideau Review (1987-8), and even publications I haven’t thought about in years, such as Hook and Ladder (1994). There are notebooks, journals and unpublished manuscripts by Jane Jordan that I haven’t even begun to open yet. There are dozens of poetry books (including signed and/or hardcovers) by Margaret Atwood, Eli Mandel, Seymour Mayne, Leonard Cohen, Diana Brebner, Al Purdy and many, many others, all of which include a lingering smell of stale cigarette smoke.

What these bins really offer is the opportunity to begin crafting a portrait of poetry in the capital throughout the 1970s and into the 1980s, a period that hasn’t been documented anywhere that I’ve been able to find. Once I began to move deeper through the material, I’m hoping to start crafting individual blog posts to highlight some of these lost titles and lost histories. I’ve already started talking to Steve Artelle and Cameron Anstee about the best way to track and acknowledge some of these histories and publications, and even begun sending out a variety of emails to those Ottawa poets who might be able to help answer some questions on individual writers, titles or journals, as well as the period generally (if you were around for any of this, shoot me an email: we should talk).

Also: once some of the material is properly sorted and organized, I’ll be working to get books out into the hands of local poets (have already handed out a small amount of books during the last session of my poetry workshops). Perhaps a small gathering in our house over drinks.

Just going through the bulk of the titles included in these bins, I wouldn’t see much overlap by way of interest between she and I, such as works by Plantos, Gustafson, Mayne or White, for example. Her attention focused on a poetry built of plainer speech, attempting occasionally to break out of the lyric, but not often. And yet, the books quickly present a portrait of a writer deeply engaged with poetry and a community of writers, one she helped encourage and foster, back in the days when Ottawa literature had very few champions.

Imagine: The TREE Reading Series was still a decade away, and Arc Poetry Magazine had yet to emerge from Carleton University. William Hawkins had left his heady 1960s days hosting poets and musicians at Le Hibou for the security of driving a cab for Blue Line. What else was there?

One thing I do find curious, and slightly frustrating, is a lack of names from Ottawa’s 1980s, during a period that included an influx of poets from Peterborough—Michael Dennis, Dennis Tourbin, Riley Tench, Ward Maxwell and Luba Szkambara, for example (active in that period contemporary and slightly prior to the emergence of Ottawa poets Colin Morton, Nadine McInnis, Stephen Brockwell, Sandra Nichols, Susan McMaster, John Barton, Holly Kritch and others)—all of whom I’d be interested in knowing more about, as far as their particular activities and publications. Were these writers she simply didn’t encounter, engaged in their own events around the city? Are there simply more bins to come?

Monday, June 25, 2007

A poem on Riley Tench by Richard Harrison

I recently published an above/ground press broadside by Calgary poet Richard Harrison, a short piece he wrote on the late Ottawa poet Riley Tench [see my note on him here]. Due to the overwhelming response to the piece, I've decided to post the piece online to give it a wider audience than mere paper and post could provide.

For Riley

I see Riley downstairs in the Arthur office while I type the first literary section he let me do. I am working on the IBM Selectric – top of the line stuff in those days: New Technology: snap-snap-snapsnap-snap-snap like a
machine gun. Riley calls up, “Hey, Spitfire! It’s poetry, enjoy it!” Riley finding my copy of Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet open at an especially passionate and romantic passage about why the poet writes, and leaving me a note beside it – “That’s Bizarre! You write poems to give pleasure to your friends and pain to your enemies.” Riley on stage giving pleasure to his friends with his Raggedy-Andy hair and wide-eyed yet experienced look that knew the world but could still be amazed by it. What was it this time? “say yuv found this chikn wing in th street,” Riley tipping back like Chaplin, “yur shoin off fr yr frends//walkin fancy, swing it like a cane” – a chicken wing! I bet right now Riley is entertaining the gods of poetry; they’re asking him, “Do that one again, the one about the chicken wing – do you know how long it took for someone to find the poetry there?” Riley in Peter Robinson College’s infamous pub-and-smoke house, giving pain to his enemies who heckled so much I thought the Hangman Poetry Series was done for, Riley jumping up on the table screaming, You think this is just for fun? This … .Is… MY… LIFE!” shouting down an entire unruly bar. Riley sitting me down and talking about where I was and where I might fit into the group of poets he had around him, brilliant poets who gave me the hard gift of being much better than I was. When I finally had the nerve to ask “Mr. Where” about my writing, he said, "These are young and clumsy, but they're poems.” Riley was one of those people who could open your world for you if you listened. Last time we talked, I told him that he had helped make a path for me, and for that I have always been thankful. He gave me that look. And whenever I say farewell, the way I'm saying good-bye to him now, he gave me the image for that, too: "standn alon in the street wavn gudby with th chikn wing.”

Richard Harrison: You asked for a couple of lines on why I wrote this for Riley. That's an interesting question beyond the clear, sad reason we all had to say our good-byes to him. I wrote this to thank him. I wrote this because thanking is a way of holding people in memory. I think, as I age and have a family and teach people as old now as I was when I met Riley, that I've come to appreciate more and more the little moments that point us in the directions our lives end up taking. I respected Riley enormously, and his influence, along with those of the poets whose group he'd become the centre of, helped me get where I am. I'm not saying he made me choose poetry. Only poetry itself does that. I'm saying that a decision to choose what you really want to do -- regardless of any outcome except the doing of it as best you can -- comes at the end of a number of significant nudges of faith from those you admire and who are doing something you need to do even if it forever seems just beyond your grasp.

Richard Harrison is the author of six books of poetry, the latest being his book of hockey poems, Hero of the Play: 10th Anniversary Edition, and Worthy of His Fall, both from Wolsak & Wynn. His book about his daughter's learning to speak, Big Breath of a Wish, won the City of Calgary Book Prize and was nominated for the Alberta Writers' Guild and Governor-General's Awards. Richard currently teaches English and Creative Writing (with specialties in the comic book and poetry) at Calgary's Mount Royal College. Richard met Riley Tench when they were both undergraduates at Trent University in 1976.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Ottawa poet Riley Tench, d. November 2006

A sad email yesterday morning from Mark Frutkin:
Hi Rob,

I'm wondering if you wouldn't mind sending around an announcement on your Ottawa literary list. Not a happy one, I'm afraid. We just heard this morning that Riley Tench died yesterday of a heart attack. His wife (Wendo) called to tell us and asked that we inform the Ottawa literary community. I'm not sure how old he was (early fifties, I think), but he was a fine poet and a gentle man, as well as an old friend.

Thanks for your help.
Best,
Mark
Predominantly active as a poet and publisher throughout the 1980s, Tench [see John W. MacDonald's photo here] was part of a group of poets that included Michael Dennis [I reference same in my note on Michael here], Maggie Helwig, Dennis Tourbin and others in a scene in the early part of the decade out of Peterborough, Ontario and Trent University; in this interview, Calgary poet Richard Harrison (at Trent the same time) even cites Tench as an influence. Moving to Ottawa from Peterborough around the same time in the 1980s (roughly) as Tourbin and Dennis, Tench performed at numerous venues around town, and was both an active poet and small press publisher. From what little I'd heard of his literary activities, he was both writer and instigator (in the good way), getting others to do things that they might otherwise might not have.

I knew Riley through the ottawa international writers festival, since he was a friend of Neil Wilson's, and was hanging around for a couple of years before I even knew he had written/published. He was even starting to hang around a number of jwcurry events (including this bill bissett reading; Tench said he'd first heard bissett perform in the 1970s at Collingwood...), and was always interested, engaged and willing to be supportive, even with that trademark snarl. He hadn't produced anything publicly in years, and had a rough go of existing during the last year or so, but he and I had actually been negotiating not only bringing out a number of his previously published work, but potentially a chapbook of new material he claimed he had been working on, slowly and quietly, over the years.

I always liked seeing him. I will miss seeing him. I really should have returned his call before I left home, nearly a month ago...

Arrangements, according to Frutkin, are "this Saturday at St. Martin's Anglican Church behind Carlingwood Mall [map here]. We don't have the exact time yet, or even if it will be morning or afternoon." It would be nice, perhaps, in a week or two to hold a memorial for him somewhere in Ottawa, with some readings of his poems, I think.