Touch the Donkey supplement: new interviews with Thurman, Knorr, Newman, Harder, Cortese + Tracy,

Anticipating the release next week of the twenty-fourth issue of Touch the Donkey [a small poetry journal], why not check out the interviews that have appeared over the past few weeks with contributors to the twenty-third issue: Robert R. Thurman, Alyse Knorr, Denise Newman, Shelly Harder, Franco Cortese and Dale Tracy.

Interviews with contributors to the first twenty-two issues (over one hundred interviews to date) remain online, including: Biswamit Dwibedy, Emily Izsak, Aja Couchois Duncan, José Felipe Alvergue, Conyer Clayton, Roxanna Bennett, Julia Drescher, Michael Cavuto, Michael Sikkema, Bronwen Tate, Emilia Nielsen, Hailey Higdon, Trish Salah, Adam Strauss, Katy Lederer, Taryn Hubbard, Michael Boughn, David Dowker, Marie Larson, Lauren Haldeman, Kate Siklosi, robert majzels, Michael Robins, Rae Armantrout, Stephanie Strickland, Ken Hunt, Rob Manery, Ryan Eckes, Stephen Cain, Dani Spinosa, Samuel Ace, Howie Good, Rusty Morrison, Allison Cardon, Jon Boisvert, Laura Theobald, Suzanne Wise, Sean Braune, Dale Smith, Valerie Coulton, Phil Hall, Sarah MacDonell, Janet Kaplan, Kyle Flemmer, Julia Polyck-O’Neill, A.M. O’Malley, Catriona Strang, Anthony Etherin, Claire Lacey ,Sacha Archer, Michael e. Casteels, Harold Abramowitz, Cindy Savett, Tessy Ward, Christine Stewart, David James Miller, Jonathan Ball, Cody-Rose Clevidence, mwpm, Andrew McEwan, Brynne Rebele-Henry, Joseph Mosconi, Douglas Barbour and Sheila Murphy, Oliver Cusimano, Sue Landers, Marthe Reed, Colin Smith, Nathaniel G. Moore, David Buuck, Kate Greenstreet, Kate Hargreaves, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Erín Moure, Sarah Swan, Buck Downs, Kemeny Babineau, Ryan Murphy, Norma Cole, Lea Graham, kevin mcpherson eckhoff, Oana Avasilichioaei, Meredith Quartermain, Amanda Earl, Luke Kennard, Shane Rhodes, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Sarah Cook, François Turcot, Gregory Betts, Eric Schmaltz, Paul Zits, Laura Sims, Stephen Collis, Mary Kasimor, Billy Mavreas, damian lopes, Pete Smith, Sonnet L’Abbé, Katie L. Price, a rawlings, Suzanne Zelazo, Helen Hajnoczky, Kathryn MacLeod, Shannon Maguire, Sarah Mangold, Amish Trivedi, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Aaron Tucker, Kayla Czaga, Jason Christie, Jennifer Kronovet, Jordan Abel, Deborah Poe, Edward Smallfield, ryan fitzpatrick, Elizabeth Robinson, nathan dueck, Paige Taggart, Christine McNair, Stan Rogal, Jessica Smith, Nikki Sheppy, Kirsten Kaschock, Lise Downe, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Turnbull, Gary Barwin, Susan Briante, derek beaulieu, Megan Kaminski, Roland Prevost, Emily Ursuliak, j/j hastain, Catherine Wagner, Susanne Dyckman, Susan Holbrook, Julie Carr, David Peter Clark, Pearl Pirie, Eric Baus, Pattie McCarthy, Camille Martin and Gil McElroy.

The forthcoming twenty-fourth issue features new writing by: Mark Cunningham, Lydia Unsworth, Zane Koss, Nicole Raziya Fong, Ben Robinson, Asher Ghaffar, Clara Daneri and Ava Hofmann.

And of course, copies of the first twenty-three issues are still very much available. Why not subscribe?We even have our own Facebook group. It’s remarkably easy.

Ongoing notes: Meet the Presses (part four,

[Paul Dutton]

Further to my recent participation in Toronto’s Meet the Presses’ annual Indie Literary Market [see part three of my notes here; and you see I’ve been posting on our more recent ottawa small press book fair as well, yes?], here are another few items I collected there:

London ON: From Karen Schindler’s Baseline Press comes Shelly Harder’s impressive debut, remnants (2018), a sequence of short, tight lyric prose poems writing first-person narratives around travel, trauma and history. The understatedness of her writing is quite striking, allowing for a powerful display of the as-yet-unfulfilled possibilities of what was once referred to as “travel writing,” working to allow and explore, instead of designate. Harder, who has lived in a couple of locations around the world, writes out a series and sequence of unexpected connections, allowing, again, her experiences to inform in lovely ways. Just listen to her poem “AVIGNON,” that begins: “I have little to say about the south of France. That there must have been an intricate cathedral. That I went to a barber, pointed at the side of my head and said ‘court,’ pointed at the top at said ‘pas très court,’ and in this way acquired a grim hack job. That it was nice to see the papal palace, to be buttered slick in sun above the Rhone, to eat fresh greens with vinegar, oil, and Dijon.”

PANORAMA

A man has spliced photos of the Berlin Wall into a panorama. A tree. Campsites of the indigent and adventurous nestled up to the death zone. A Shell gas station beside the campers. A pale king with golden crown graffitied to the wall. Two pigeons, bipedal, though of such lineage as to wing borders without peril, lounging on the wire. You are leaving the American Sector.

In the entry to the exhibition, a photo display documents everyday experiences. In one a family leans against flowerboxes before the Brandenburg Gate. “If you climb over these flowerboxes, you will be shot.” The woman whose memory this is says that as children they had “found the whole thing quite funny rather than threatening.”

There are continuities in hominoid curiosity across these decades. The panorama features a platform perched against the wall. Armed with cameras, people are lined up to peek into the death zone. In the room, a 3D past extending from within the wall, stands a girl. Before her stands a man with a camera on a selfie-stick. He points it at her. As though to line up the perfect shot.

Toronto ON: The third chapbook by Toronto (and former Ottawa) poet JM Francheteau is Heart & Mouth & Deed & Life (Anstruther Press, 2018), an assemblage of tight, first-person lyric accumulations, a number of which are composed as dedications to friends (Ottawa poet Jeff Blackman and his family, former Ottawa poet Matt Jones, etcetera). These are poems on thinking, reading and being, as author Francheteau exists in the world and responds to that world rather directly through poems: a world that exists with friends, pop culture and curious distractions. The poem “Sorry/’Sorry’,” for example, opens: “Elvis Presley is 72 years old / today. Elvis Presley / topped out at 43. / Soon, Justin Bieber’s Purpose / will be 12 years old, and 112, / and with it, ‘Sorry’ too. / Justin Bieber will be ‘Sorry’ / foever, till the bridges rust / into rivers that dab / their beams without sympathy, / till the servers slag into one / solid, sclerotic heart, / and no one feels anything anymore.”

Yeti

Have you ever seen an abominable snowman on fire?

The rare lichen on their fur

turns the flame hot pink,

like a kid wilding out with a highlighter

over the filmstrip of reality.

Imagine igniting your uncle’s Frank Zappa records

over green wood. That smell, exactly,

incense and loneliness and tires.

Well, I don’t know how to tell you this,

but that smell is me.

I’m an abominable snowman

and I’m on fire,

seeking someone like me to engulf,

to stumble toward and collapse upon,

its paws falling on my shoulders

as my paws fall on its shoulders,

my rare lichen mating its rare lichen,

a pink star forming

where our foreheads touch,

in whose triangular blaze troops

of onlooking Boy Scouts learn the secret

of building a tepee to kindle a flame,

and Brownies divine the heat

inside playing house,

turning snow foxes red,

turning grey foxes black,

waving foxtails in the crowns

of the crackling trees,

all those unimportant parts between us

starting to sizzle and spit,

nipples and mossflowers and skin,

more smoke to beard the bachelor mountain.