Showing posts with label University of Calgary Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label University of Calgary Press. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Kyle Flemmer, The Wiki of Babel

 

I was built by Skanska at a cost of £333 million

I was provided with two machine gun companies

I am near resonance

I later ran a joiner’s workshop

On August 1, 2015, I became a UN Special Rapporteur

I had urged the purchase of the mountain

I placed it with all the other pigeons

I belong mainly to the district

I protested in a telephone conversation

One day, I kill a ninja from a different family

During Lenten services, I tap prayer sticks to keep the rhythm

I received generally positive reviews

After the Rwanda genocide, I returned to Rwanda

In 1927, I was elected a Fellow (“About me”)

I’m admittedly a bit behind on the work of Calgary poet, editor and publisher Kyle Flemmer, the author of Barcode Poetry (Calgary AB: The Blasted Tree, 2021), Supergiants (Hamilton ON: Wolsak & Wynn, 2025) and TzAR: Pixel Art Anthology (The Blasted Tree, 2025) (as well as a mound of chapbooks), with the latest full-length title being The Wiki of Babel (Calgary AB: University of Calgary Press, 2026). As poets such as bpNichol and Steve McCaffery and Derek Beaulieu and Christian Bök and Amanda Earl and Kate Siklosi and Dani Spinosa and jwcurry and Hugh Thomas (among many, many others) have worked elements of translation, mistranslation and recombination, Flemmer incorporates a further layer through digital manipulation and elements of chance, offering a variation on prior procedural works by such as Jackson Mac Low—including the recent publication of The Complete Stein Poems 1998-2003 by Jackson Mac Low, edited by Michael O’Driscoll, with a foreword by Anne Tardos (Cambridge MA: The MIT Press, 2025) [see my review of such here]—Ottawa poet Grant Wilkins [see his latest title here] and Toronto poet R. Kolewe—including the recent A Net of Momentary Sapphire (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2023) [see my review of such here]—or the infamous collaborative apostrophe (Toronto ON: ECW Press, 2006) by Bill Kennedy and Darren Wershler, “the first book ever written with a search engine” [see my review of such here]. The notion of the procedure, of course, being both the means to a new kind of end as well as a processional end unto itself, blended together to shape fresh and unexpected ways of considering how words and meaning are shaped and comprehended; how information is collected and stored, and how it connects to other information. As he offers as the opening of his introduction to the collection:

The Wiki of Babel is a collection of poetry by Canadian writer and artist Kyle Flemmer. It was published in 2026 by University of Calgary Press. The poems in The Wiki of Babel are composed from text fragments copied from Wikipedia through a series of chance operations and word association games that make use of the hyperlinked structure of wikis. It is a work of conceptual writing that explores the aesthetics of collaboratively-authored hypertexts.

The collection includes five series of poems that use a variety of browser-based tools and selection procedures to navigate, excerpt, and rearrange text from Wikipedia articles. The Wiki of Babel addresses themes of collective knowledge, information organization, and reader interactivity.

I’ve always considered the best kind of writing one that allows a collision between unexpected words, sounds, ideas or structures; one that allows, through that collision, the pure elements of the poem to form in the reader’s own comprehension of those collisions, and Flemmer’s The Wiki of Babel is an ambitious assemblage of the multiple languages of the Biblical Tower of Babel (in which a scrabbling group were struck by G-d to speak in multiple different languages, thus no longer being understood by each other, therefore seeming to all speak in a “babble”) and the wealth of information shaped and collected and hyperlinked across Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (and this title reminds me that Vancouver poet Rob Manery had been working on a hyperlinked poem/poem project back in the mid-1990s, which makes me wonder whatever happened to that, if it ever saw completion). Organized into cluster-sections, Flemmer’s engaging, delightful and playful collection of collage-lyrics is structured via sections “Suggested languages,” “Alternate histories,” “Current events,” “Community portal” and “Canadian hypertext,” the final of which includes some fun explorations through language via Canadian classic novels, including Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers (1966), Yann Martel’s Life of Pi (2001), Stephen Leacock’s Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town (1912), Marian Engel’s Bear (1976) and Margaret Laurence’s The Diviners (1974). Consider the first third of Kyle Flemmer’s “The Diviners,” that reads:

writer who grew up in Manawaka, Manitoba
confused with the real-life town of Maniwaki, Quebec

not far south of Route 117 (Trans-Canada Highway
route between southern Quebec and the
      Abitibi-Témiscamingue
economy continues to be dominated by resource extraction
      industries
such as farming, logging, fishing, forestry and
timber, fuel wood, wildlife habitat, natural water quality
moisture, range of temperature, and light intensity. 

electromagnetic fields, capacitive methods, and the more
      traditional
one of the four fundamental forces of nature
scientists hypothesize that a fifth force might exist
much weaker than electromagnetism or the nuclear forces
of the mass of a common proton
independent of the composition of the matter

particles (or combinations of particles) that act as if
in which case they are called mesons


Saturday, May 16, 2026

the city on the edge of forever, : Victoria, part three,

Okay, so I clearly had too many adventures in Victoria, British Columbia [see part one here; see part two here]. I thought I could contain it all in one post, so there you go.

Saturday, April 25: My final morning in Victoria, with a noon check-out, so I had to get my bags figured out. My high school pal Jennifer (who originally collected me from the airport on day one of this trip) arrived for the sake of my many bags, and we headed out to get coffee and sandwiches. There were rowboats in the water. The sky was an incredible blue. We drove out for sandwiches to a place she likes, realizing we were parking right by that art gallery that was closed on Thursday, when I wandered that same way, able to go into the "multi-media debut solo exhibition by Mila Rio," You Do Not Have to Be Good (again, a line from this Mary Oliver poem). Rio is layering animal imagery in a really interesting way, from paintings to works of felt across frames, stitching ideas together that intrigue and slightly trouble the imagination. I hadn't realized until after that we had actually met the artist, sitting in the space, so that was pretty cool. I think Rio is doing some interesting work. If you are in Victoria, you have until May 28th to see this small show, and I would recommend it.


Sandwiches by the water, the low American hills in Washington State across the bay. Sandwiches, as we talked about who we still knew from high school (Glengarry District High School, class of 1989), and where they might be. Who we still spoke to. Where has everyone gone? A handful still around home, while others (that we know of) scattered across Ottawa, Germany, Lethbridge, Texas, etcetera. The long arm of Glengarry wanderings.

Mile Zero, where I think I might even have visited with Joe Blades, back in the spring of 1998 (we attended that year's League of Canadian Poets AGM, and launched a five-poet anthology we were in, that he edited/published). A photo, most likely. I wonder where that might be? Mile Zero: the end of a poem by Robert Kroetsch, naturally. Or is this the beginning?



Afterwards, Jen offered to keep my bags in her car until the evening event, and she dropped me at Miniature World, a museum near enough to the reading venue that I knew I could catch this, sit somewhere, and then head off to the event fairly easily. This place is magnificent and everyone who goes to Victoria must go there immediately. When I looked on a map, it seemed close enough and intriguing enough, and I thought, why not?



Some of the battlesites were pretty cool, as were the occasional trains, but the best part had to be a wrap-around single train-line heading from Canada's west coast through to the east, catching most of the main stops along the way across the period of some of the original founding of our country's national rail. Victoria, Calgary, Regina, Toronto. Although it jumped immediately from there to Quebec City and a generic "The Maritimes," which I thought a bit nonsense (I wanted to complain, but the end of the tour leads one to the street, and not back to the front desk). It was a remarkable display, either way. But I wanted to see my house!




And then the lights went low! And the train lights went on, and the train whistled through! And then it was daylight again, the sunlight lifting up across the whole stretch of country.

There were historic European and American battlesites, fairy tale settings, circus city-scenes and a whole room of dollhouses. A stretch of buildings and totem poles reminiscent of the Great Hall in Gatineau's Museum of History (formerly the Museum of Civilization, which is a better name, despite what former Prime Minister Stephen Harper thinks).

No gift shop, which was admittedly a surprise (and disappointing; I would have picked up something, at least). From there, I wandered slightly, collecting postcards (and a block further, stamps to accompany), before landing at the Sticky Wicket, "Vancouver Island's biggest pub" (it's not always about size, fella), attached to the city's Strathcona Hotel (very different than, say, the Edmonton namesake, which had been a perpetual favourite of myself and pals such as Andy Weaver, Paul Pearson, etc circa 2000). I sat with pint, wrote postcards and read further from The Paris Review for a couple of hours, catching my breath. Why didn't I take any pictures? The pub was fine (and there was a woman across from me reading, also, so it felt the right place), although there was an artwork, a drawing, along one wall I found confusing, and didn't know the reference, something about "preparing the troops for Sevastopol," a sketch of the army that I realized, upon looking it up, was a reference to the Crimean War (1854-56). Why would a pub in Victoria, British Columbia be holding a sketch referring to the Crimean War?

I eventually met up with Jennifer, who had my mound of books, and went into the on-stage recording of The Poet Laureate Podcast, in which I interviewed Kyeren about her experience around being Victoria's (seventh!) poet laureate for the first half, with the second half focusing a bit more on me and my work, my thoughts around writing, etcetera. She kept saying throughout that we would have cake in-between, so the audience listening would have to imagine us eating cake. The third poem she read, leading into our break, was one that referenced Marie Antoinette. So, as I said, let us eat cake.

The crowd was grand! Rhona McAdam [my generous host], John Barton again [who later said I reminded him of the late Victoria poet Robin Skelton, which I would like him to explain, as I don't have enough direct knowledge of the man to speculate], and Terese Svoboda [I knew Donald Sutherland, she said, and you have his eyebrows!]. Allegra Kaplan. I was able to return Sara Cassidy her charger cord, which saved my computer while west. During the half-time, a familiar face came up to me (the woman on the couch) and reminded me that she was a waitress at The Royal Oak I frequented in the second half of the 1990s [ex-partner of my late pal Greg Kerr, also] and had been a therapist in Victoria for years, interested in the fact that I was doing an event, and came out, which was very cool. Kyeren had suggested I read three poems, so I read only my three poems from the new Coach House Books anthology On Occasion: Poems for the People, ed. Sina Queyras [see the write-up I did on the collection here]. Given I'd read healthily from my two University of Calgary Press collections, it seemed a good idea to read from the new collection, since it was brand new.

It was an engaging conversation, kind of all over the place, but one I quite enjoyed (worried slightly it was my usual rambling nonsense). I shall let you know when the audio lands online. After, Jen and Allegra [it was good to hang with her and get a sense of her, as I'd only caught her in passing at that first reading] and I caught a quick drink at a hotel (fancy) bar. I mentioned the artwork at the Sticky Wicket, and Allegra suggested it could just as easily be an interest in British-isms by whomever designed the space, and not any deeper or more specific connection between anything here and anything there. That makes the most sense, I think.

And then Jen drove me to the airport for my 11:30pm overnight flight, which left late, bumping my landing in Toronto enough to put me on a further flight back home. But home by noon, exhausted, pleased. Hopefully it won't be another two decades-plus before I land in Victoria again! (and hopefully next time Wayde Compton is actually in town, as well).


Sunday, March 08, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Uchechukwu Peter Umezurike

Uchechukwu Peter Umezurike [photo credit: Layne McKenna] is an Assistant Professor in the Department of English and the 2025-2026 Wayne O. McCready Emerging Fellow at the Calgary Institute for the Humanities, University of Calgary, Canada and the winner of the 2025 African Literature Association’s Best Book Award (Creative Writing). He is the author of literary works, such as there’s more (2023), Double Wahala, Double Trouble (2021), Wish Maker (2021/2025), and a co-editor of Please Don’t Interrupt (2025) and Wreaths for a Wayfarer (2020), and the academic monograph, Masculinity in Nigerian Fiction: Receptivity and Gender, Edinburgh University Press (2025). His latest poetry book, We Survived Until We Could Live, is out on April 15, 2026 from the University of Calgary Press.

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

Uche: My first book, Dark through the Delta, was inspired by oil exploitation in the Niger Delta and the environmental devastation that followed. Writing that book convinced me of literature’s power to spotlight various forms of plunder of both human and nonhuman worlds. My most recent book, We Survived Until We Could Live, is different, in tone and theme. It’s less ecological and much more intimate and explores postwar memory, historical and family traumas, domestic violence, grief, healing, and love. In some way, both books are still very much about devastation. While Dark through the Delta examines the devastation caused by an oil behemoth and its effects on both human and nonhuman life, We Survived Until We Could Live reveals the devastation of war and its toll on human lives and relationships. I think this book is my most ambitious and certainly my most vulnerable. I couldn’t have written it without the generous support of the entire team at the University of Calgary Press.

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

Uche: I came to poetry by accident, in my late uncle’s house – a biochemist, but an avid reader of literature. He had a storage full of books, including British and Roman poets and playwrights. One day, I went to the storage to get something and stumbled upon a small book, Shakespeare’s Sonnets. I opened it almost at random, and the rhyme scheme, its imagery, and its lyric intensity captivated me. It’s funny, because before that, I’d never been particularly interested in literature at high school. That Shakespearean moment, or rather, encounter, is what really started me writing 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?

Uche: It usually takes me a while because I always find it hard to start any project. But once I manage to begin, I write almost compulsively until the project is done. Usually, the process can drag on for weeks or even months, especially since I sometimes procrastinate. There are moments when the writing comes quickly and with vigour, and then there are other times when it feels slow and quite frustrating. I write many clunky drafts – so many that I often reach a point where I want to abandon the whole thing and start something entirely new. But eventually, somehow, the draft begins to look appealing. That’s when the rhapsody takes over.

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?

Uche: There isn’t a single way a poem or a piece of fiction begins for me. Sometimes an idea comes from a conversation, something in the news, or from reading someone else’s poetry or fiction. Other times it starts much more quietly, maybe an image, a passing thought, a bird in the sky, or a subject I’m trying to understand. There are also times when I’m trying to imagine someone else’s reality or identify with their struggle, so I consider writing a poem or a story about that. And when I’m working toward a book, I usually carry a loose narrative in my mind. Having that frame helps me craft individual poems that echo one another.

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

Uche: I enjoy doing readings every now and then, since they foster literary community and bring the author closer to their readers, but I don’t love travelling too far from my family.

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?

Uche: For me, the questions always come back to how we live with the constant presence of political, economic, social, and environmental violence, and what it means to live with others in a world shaped by colonial modernity and its afterlives, a world continually damaged by rapacious capitalism and its impact on the planet.

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?

Uche: I can only speak for myself, not for other writers. My last poetry book, there’s more, was about migrant struggles and precarity, and what it meant to be an African immigrant in the West. My latest book reveals the damage war inflicts on families and why we need to consider the suffering of those who survive it. So, I think it’s important to keep illuminating the human suffering that exists among us. Also, I try to leave space for hope: for what might still be possible, even amid brutality and terror.

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

Uche: Editors are a gift to any writer, and I’ve been fortunate not to have had to work with a difficult editor. Over the years, I’ve worked with Helen Hajnoczky, Juleus Ghunta, Peter Norman, Kara Toews, Richard Harrison, Gary Barwin, and Kimmy Beach on various projects, and they’ve all been incredibly generous and supportive.

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

Uche: Find delight in the ordinary: it has a way of surprising you with extraordinary moments. I can’t even remember who first told me that, but it’s stayed with me. And I like this advice from James Baldwin about saying, Yes to life even amid all the world’s terribleness.

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

Uche: It’s challenging, but it’s a good kind of challenge. There are times when I want to write prose and all that comes to me is a poem, and I must wrestle with either genre. And then other times, all I want to do is simply work on a poem, and prose tugs at 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?

Uche: It would be nice to have a set period each day dedicated to writing. Anyhow, I try to write in the morning and late at night, only if I still have any energy left after teaching, supervision, committee work, parenting, and the everyday demands of school runs.

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

Uche: I like taking long walks in my neighbourhood, going up Nose Hill, or just listening to nature music.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Uche: The smell of ripe mangoes. The aroma of freshly baked meat pies.

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?

Uche: That’s mostly true for me. I find inspiration from nature, music, books, science, or visual art – and sometimes on the train.

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

Uche: There are so many writers and works that have shaped–and continue to shape–my creative writing. Specifically, I want to highlight some of the thinkers who have enriched my approach to literary and cultural scholarship: Chinua Achebe, bell hooks, Toni Morrison, Emmanuel Levinas, Sara Ahmed, Kevin Quashie, Lee Maracle, Chielozona Eze, Rinaldo Walcott, Judith Butler, Christina Sharpe, Richard Wagamese, Jennifer C. Nash, and Max Wyman.

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

Uche: I would like to skydive or bungee jump, but I’m not sure I am brave enough. 

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?

Uche: In another universe, I could have been a chef. Or a soccer player.

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

Uche: In the 1990s, many Nigerian writers used their work to oppose military regimes. When I began writing poetry and short stories playfully during my undergraduate years, I, too, wanted to speak out against the government. Later, in the 2000s, after I had long graduated, I took my writing more seriously to draw attention to the dangers of tyranny and the struggles of citizens.

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

Uche: Christina Sharpe’s Ordinary Notes is an incredible mosaic of Black life, capturing both its struggles and its joys. Ryan Coogler’s Sinners is a great film! I generally enjoy horror films, but this one stands out. Coogler reimagines the genre in a richly witty manner to confront historical trauma in the U.S. What I appreciate even more, though, is how it affirms Black joy, intimacy, music, and community, even in the face of pervasive death.

20 - What are you currently working on?

Uche: Right now, I just want to spend some time with the books I’ve collected over the last three summers and not take on any major projects. My goal is to get through at least half of them.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

 

Sunday, December 28, 2025

That time of year thou mayst in me behold, and other rowdy tales,

Okay, possibly not rowdy. We survived another Christmas, at least the immediate bits of such, with a few more adventures and gatherings ahead. Aoife and I have been doing a Marvel Movie marathon the past week or so (in order of release), some six or seven movies in, at this point. I've not been able to convince Rose of any of this. As far as updates: Jérôme Melançon has composed the most lovely review of the book of sentences (University of Calgary Press, 2025), posted via the temz review. Did you see that the book was also part of this year's CBC Book's list of "The Best Canadian Poetry of 2025" as well? Very nice! I so rarely get on lists such as those. As part of the lead-up to this year's Ottawa Book Awards, Susan Johnson re-ran the CKCU Radio interview she and Brecken Hancock did with me on the book, which was fun. You probably already know that I didn't win the Ottawa Book Award for On Beauty (University of Alberta Press, 2024). I wrote about that here.

There's also a recent interview with me via On Creative Writing that got posted, as well.
 Read Alberta even recommended the book as part of "Alberta Books for the Poetry Reader"!

Public Reverie posted a few poems from my work-in-progress "Fair bodies of unseen prose," and Work and Days (Beautiful Days Press, Brooklyn) included some of the same, plus another project, in Vol. 6 of their journal, both print and online. I even have new poems in Gone Lawn. Oh, and the recording of the recent (zoom) conversation between Renée Sarojini Saklikar and myself on above/ground press is now online, as Aoife scours the shelves behind me, like the Junk Lady in Labyrinth (1986).

49th Shelf recently asked me for some reading recommendations, so I offered a list of such here, including titles by Anna Swanson, Qurat Dar, Isabella Wang, Melanie Dennis Unrau, Gillian Sze, Jumoke Verissimo, Hajer Mirwali and Sadiqa de Meijer.

What might 2026 bring? I'm pushing through these poetry manuscripts, hoping, in part, to return to short stories, return to that novel I was working on. There's also a whole swath of exciting things I'm working on via above/ground press and Touch the Donkey [a small poetry journal] and periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics and the "Tuesday poem," as well as curating our spring edition of VERSeFest: Ottawa's International Poetry Festival. Did you know if you donate by the end of the year, we'll even send along a nice tax receipt?