Saturday, September 15, 2007
after having spent so much time indoors
the space is bigger, after all; the office
where I spend & make my,
daily
a wall of thistles speckled flat
marked mid along the grain; canola
yellow talking soft
tween cellphones
every morning skip of soft white pages
slip between departments
Apparently I've got three upcoming readings in Edmonton, the first being on Friday, September 21 at 10pm, doing a 10-minute set as part of The Roar: Spoken Word Festival. It happens at AXIS Cafe, 10349 - Jasper Ave. After that, I'm doing a longer set a week later, Thursday, September 27 at 7:30pm at Audrey's Books, 10702 Jasper Ave NW, ph# (780) 423-3487. I'll be reading with Ottawa writer Chrisitian McPherson, touring around with his first collection of short fiction. After that, I'll be doing a reading in the English Department on Wednesday, October 3 at 3:30pm (venue tba) with U of A's writer-in-exile Jalal Barzanji. Will I see you at any of those events?
Friday, September 14, 2007
1 - How did your first book change your life?
It scared me. I wondered if I could do it ever again. I couldn't believe it was attributed to me. Did I write it? Would it distract me forever? I solved that problem by not reading any of the reviews. Then I read in a newspaper it was nominated for a GG. I was relaxing in a train bedroom in Edmo station waiting for boarding and I fell over out of the chair. That was months later tho. Life went on. It just did.
2 - How long have you lived in Montreal, and how does geography, if at all, impact on your writing? Does race or gender make any impact on your work?
Race and gender make impacts on everyone's work, and on their being in the world! We're social beings, live in communities, and some features of identity are more priveleged than others. I can cross the border into the USA easily because I look very white. And men walk into me in the street because they see a woman and their bodily sense of space assumes I'm smaller than they are and they don't have to move much to get by me. Crash. Can what affects us when we move not affect us when we write?
Je suis montréalaise depuis 23 ans. My geography is relentlessly urban. Most of it is paved over, though I find parks in it, and patios, and delicious smells! Geography is in my writing too. The childhood geography too: rivers, creeks, grasses. And the mental geography: languages. Which brings me to other geographies, less urban.
3 - 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?
Coa música das palabras, dunhas palabras. And it grows from there; from the beginning I am only working on how words look beside each other, and how they affect each other. If I am lucky, after about 10 or 20 pages, the book starts to emerge, I start to see its forms, its being.
4 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process?
I like reading out loud to my friends at certain points when I am making a poem. But public readings as such occur long after the pieces are written. They are more ways to get the work out to readers. I like audiences, though, I like hearing how they respond. And I respond too. But to write the work I need quiet and to be with the words.
5 - 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?
The current question is why write poetry at all? Though one writes without a why. Tis a deeper insistence that wants to make language instead of something else. And keep making language. As for answers, it is, rather, questions that emerge in the work, I think, and I don't think they expect me to answer them. If they expected answers, they'd show up in someone else's work. I prefer questions, the questions.
What is a theoretical concern? My concerns are all very real, even the ones about language, and how we are constituted as beings in language. They are everyday questions. How does language work? Why does any one word next to another mean something? These are ordinary questions.
6 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Not difficult, I like hearing the way other people think about the work and engaging with that. Mostly it is not essential, but near the end it is, before the book is published. I wouldnt go with a publisher if I couldnt have an editor to wrestle with. On the other hand, feedback of friends is critical to me early on. I have some friends who ask tough questions, pull no punches. I trust them.
7 - After having published more than a couple of titles over the years, do you find the process of book-making harder or easier?
I am more at ease with the difficulty of it, I thrive on it. A process of curiosity and perseverance. And the book never ceases to amaze me: its shape, its leaves, the recto and verso of these leaves. It is a structure so open to possibility. Impossible to exhaust this possibility! It is not harder or easier to make a book, it is more curious, is all.
8 - When was the last time you ate a pear?
I just bit a really wrinkled one that I got from a porcupine. It's too green, I can't eat it. But I have four others from the store, and some blue cheese. I'm thinking I'll eat one after dinner. But here I am back after dinner and I'll eat it tomorrow, I'm too full!
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
"Go outside and enjoy the day."
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to translation to non-fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
I don't do genres. I write. This and that happens. I just do what I feel like doing. Genres are other peoples' business.
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?
With coffee, and email, normally, alas, as when I wake up it is 6 hours later in Europe, and they have been at it already and I am behind, and I really can't put it off for very long or I screw up other peoples' work. I like best to stay home and work early in the morning on poetry, though, do commercial work till 2 or so, go to the gym, come home, eat lunch, work some more, someone comes over or I go to their house, we talk and talk and read and laugh, and make supper. Then it is very late and I go home to bed or my guests go home to bed. That's a typical day. There aren't very many of them, alas. But I think of them as typical because they suit me. The other typical day is, of course, to get up and go to an airport, and spend all day spying out electrical outlets to charge my laptop battery while enduring the waits for planes. My favourite untypical day is to go out in the morning for no reason, and marvel at how amazing it is, because I rarely go out then!
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Books, amazing books, powerful writing. But not for "inspiration," because I believe in "work". Unless you are talking about breathing. Inspiration is good then. But I read for nourishment, and for joy.
13 - How does your most recent book compare to your previous work? How does it feel different?
I don't compare! Previous to what? I guess I could say it's different, they are all different. More and more, maybe, the other languages enter my work. Until the point arrives where they are my work.
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?
Ah but books come from books because writing is in language! You may have a zillion other influences, but when you start to make language, you are using words that have been used before you ever used them.
Influences from visual art, architecture, biology, philosophy, abound in my work. I'm a curious person, I think I must be. I feel curious.
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Fellow poets whose work is sympathetic (in the French sense, maybe symbiotic is a better English word to convey what I mean) to my endeavours and dreams: Lisa Robertson, Phil Hall, Chus Pato, Xabier Cordal, Nicole Brossard, Robert Majzels, the medieval Galician-Portuguese trobadours, Alexander Pope, Lyn Hejinian, Caroline Bergvall, Myung Mi Kim, Paul Celan, Cesar Vallejo, CD Wright, Andrés Ajens, Oana Avasilichioaei, Angela Carr, Chaucer, Federico García Lorca, Heiner Müller, Lani Maestro (oops, she's an artist, but in her art, there is amazing writing)...
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Ouf! Too much. I want to learn Romanian well enough to live in Bucharest for awhile, live in Paris sometime for a few months, go to my mother's village, go to the Panama Canal, go to Alaska, sing Shenandoah in tune. Learn another language after I learn Romanian.
I like doing again things I've done before, too. Esp that I dont get time to do. LIke fishing. In a creek or river, where you can stand, not off in a boat somewhere.
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 dont know what I would have ended up doing, there's so many interesting things to do! and I am curious and love learning nearly anything. Early on I wanted to run a restaurant, but I wouldn't have ended up doing that. I already have had a 20 year career cooking and managing and so on, before I became a translator. I like being a translator best.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
Inner insistence, plus it was cheap and compact: all you needed was a typewriter. I was too scared about money to be a visual artist, rent a studio, buy huge materials, etc. I still am.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Most recently read and seen? Os libros arden mal, Manuel Rivas' latest novel. And I enjoy films so much, and like a lot of them! I saw Les spectres de Goya (Goya's Ghosts) the other night and liked that: harrowing. And I saw the latest Claude Lelouch too, Roman de Gare (I think it is called Crossing or Crossing Tracks in English): he makes fine fine intelligent romantic comedy-thrillers! And I saw the Moscow Bolshoi Opera in Ljubljana in August: wow. And I love the theatre, theatre in French in Montreal is the best anywhere.
20 - What are you currently working on?
Cooking stuffed peppers for dinner.
And translating Chus Pato's latest, Hordas de escritura. Still don't know what I will do with that title! As hordes in English has ceased to have the basic meaning it has in Galician and just means lots of something.
And a book of essays, gathering various talks and essays I've written in the past 20 years or so. And a collaborative translation-based but wide ranging long work in poetry with Oana Avasilichioaei... it might be a book, it's ongoing. Parts of it are on the web (Jacket) and in the latest Open Letter. She's pretty darn challenging to work with.
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Thursday, September 13, 2007

Phil Hall was born in 1953 & raised on farms in the Kawarthas region of Ontario. He attended the University of Windsor in the 70s, where he received an MA in English & Creative Writing.
His first book, Eighteen Poems, was published in Mexico City in 1973.
Since then he has published 13 other books of poems, 4 chapbooks, & a cassette of labour songs.
He is also a publisher of broadsides & chapbooks under his Flat Singles Press imprint.
In the early 80s he was a member of The Vancouver Industrial Writers’ Union. In the early 90s he was Literary Editor at This Magazine, & also edited a shortlived literary journal called Don’t Quit Yr Day-Job.
Among his titles are: Homes (1979), Old Enemy Juice (1988), The Unsaid (1992), & Hearthedral—A Folk-Hermetic (1996).
Trouble Sleeping (2000) was nominated for the Governor General’s Award for poetry.
In 2005, Brick Books (celebrating 20 years as Hall’s publisher) brought out An Oak Hunch, which was nominated for the Griffin Poetry Prize in 2006.
Hall has taught writing & literature at the Kootenay School of Writing, York University, Ryerson Polytechnical University, & many colleges.
He has been poet-in-residence at the University of Western Ontario, the Sage Hill Writing Experience (Sask.), The Berton House in Dawson City, Yukon, & elsewhere.
This fall (2007), Book Thug will publish Hall’s new long poem, White Porcupine, & also issue a revised second edition of his essay/poem, The Bad Sequence.
Over the years, Hall has collected two full decks of random playing cards from the streets, numerous albums of found photographs, & too many boxes of paper ephemera. He calls all this junk “The Pedestrian Archives.”
He is learning to play clawhammer banjo.
1 - How did your first book change your life?
It arrived on a bus from Mexico City to Windsor, Ontario, 1973.
I spread copies of Eighteen Poems out on my cot in residence. I got down on my knees. I smelled them.
It was a dreadful little book. Already, I knew that. I loved its typos.
Until then I had thought it was easy.
2 - How long have you lived in Toronto, and how does geography, if at all, impact on your writing? Does race or gender make any impact on your work?
I have lived in Toronto since 1985, amazingly, because I grew up only two hours north of here,
& when the Guidance Counselor in high school asked where I wanted to go, I said, “Which university is furthest away?”
Toronto, for years, was just a place to take a leak between Windsor & Bobcaygeon.
I grew up on various farms between Bobcaygeon & Fenelon Falls, & when I fall asleep I go back there to walk around. I suspect my brain contours match that landscape: Red Rock, Bury’s Green, Martin’s Creek. I would prefer they didn’t.
I have outgrown my urge to apologize for being male, although there is much always to apologize for. As I get older, I feel more ashamed of being white & speaking only English. When I grew up where I did, there were only Scottish Presbyterians & Baptists. The towns were dry. My dad hated Catholics.
When a teacher asked my daughter what religion her family was, Brette said, “I’m not sure, but I think my dad said we were Pedestrians.”
These race & gender & geographic issues mean that I write from a very cramped position. Shame & guilt are at war in each line. Any pride I muster has a slow hole in it.
My early closed poems used to hiss & deflate as I worked on them with gum & rasp & patch, but open & long forms have allowed all that old stale air to be the element I sail on instead of the substance I carry.
3 - 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?
Although I haven’t titled individual poems in years, I often work from titles. As phrases strike me, I try them as titles; it’s a way to put a tracking light on them to see how they look & sound.
Because the autonomy of each line matters to me, I work epigraphically. So the challenge is to avoid sounding definite.
Yes, I write bits & pieces & slowly begin to figure out / make up their relationships to each other.
A title is often an early bag or drawer into which notebook lines & stanzas go.
But the aim is always a book because each book is a door I go through & grow through.
4 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process?
Readings are entertainments. I used to think that poems were too, but that was when I wrote for praise.
I like to entertain people, but I don’t kid myself: a poet’s depth or sensitivity or craft cannot be conveyed from a stage. People just can’t hear very deeply or widely in such a setting.
They can be flattered into laughter. Their nostalgia bones can be poulticed or slapped. A ritual of sacred sharing can be invited.
But writing poems is about being alone with focus.
5 - 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?
Error is character. Rhythm is knowledge. The words & the letters are interchangeable.
As I say in An Oak Hunch, I am trying to “build lack into a merit of language.” To achieve
the Music of Error.
My limitations & failings have the urge to sing & find family within the history of literature.
An important issue is that blood means nothing. Heritage & lineage are oppressive antiques.
Relation is psychological, & not even limited by Time. If I say Dr Johnson is my father, he is.
I am trying to understand & outgrow myself by using musical integrity as a tool. But if you quote me, I'll deny it. I'll say, "Duh."
6 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Because I work in long forms, & am a nervous lout who finds his calm in submerged tinkering, I can’t see what I’m doing most of the time. So my editors have been essential to me. They show me what I’ve been up to. What I’ve made becomes what we can make of it together.
While midwifing a manuscript into book form, they transfocus the long poem’s nail-biting privacy. They invite it into community.
When I see the finished book, I often think that other names should be on the cover too.
7 - After having published more than a couple of titles over the years, doyou find the process of book-making harder or easier?
It was easier to make a book early on when I worked in closed forms.
When I wrote “square ones” as I call them now, all it took to make a book, seemingly, was to have enough of them. For a book of closed lyrics the order is essentially arbitrary. They don’t really need each other too much. (The anthologies like it that way.)
But at some point the safes turned to water! An open lyric has traded its safety for harmony. Then the poems in a book lean in to the microphone together. That’s harder.
And if we’re talking open long forms, the problems of sound co-ordination become symphonic.
Then the only way a poem feels finished is by physical changes, a phase of craziness ends; I’ve changed my tone & preoccupations one morning…
8 - When was the last time you ate a pear?
An over-ripe pear for each of my hands to squeeze until the urge to just use someone passes.
(His big pain is a one-winged hornet trying to wear a fallen pear as a helmet.)
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
When I lived in Windsor, one time Eugene McNamara & Alistair MacLeod & I drove to Ann Arbor to hear William Stafford read. That night what I remember him advising us all to do is: “Listen to the vowels.” I try to.
The line that really haunts me though is Simone Weil’s “All diversion is suicide.”
To counter it, my mantra these days is Robert Kroetsch’s (that’s where I found it) “Poet, no thyself.”
10 - 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 work from notebooks. I keep the notebooks nearby all the time. I work in the mornings if I can.
I keep a rough draft in the notebook as long as possible to see if it’s going to die on me. This keeps the early workings closer to drawing, more physical, less technical.
11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
When all my new poems are crap, I tell myself that this is an important phase: I’m no longer satisfied with what I have been writing, & I haven’t figured out how to achieve a different poem yet.
I call this “Pickle Time”. Something is stewing. Something I don’t know is coming. So far it always has.
It may still be crap, but the results start to satisfy me more & more.
12 - How does your most recent book compare to your previous work? How does it feel different?
I have learned to equate change with health, so if a new book looks different when I throw its bones, if it sounds different that the books before it (as I feel different from the guy who wrote those other stinkers), then I think the process (for all its slumps & doubts) is evolving healthily.
13 - 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?
What really delights me is the musical equivalent of outsider art: amateur songs sung with little or no accompaniment or talent, in every country, in every period of history, the cruder the better.
Jazz: Mingus, David Murray, Jerry Gonzalez, Sarah Vaughan. A lack of caution from moment to moment, word to word, that’s what I’m trying to learn here.
Paint & line swamp me. I let them. In Canada: Greg Curnoe, Joyce Wieland, Jean-Paul Riopelle.
Animals come to the church in the wildwood, & I come to paper.
The Periodic Table is my ground-sheet flag.
14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
The major Ontario voices are important to me: Alice Munro, James Reaney, Al Purdy, Dionne Brand. My friends Erin Moure & Tom Wayman, have been influential too.
Much of Canadian poetry is imitative, so I try to mostly read outside of Canada, absorb the sources.
Clayton Eshleman has been a big influence. As has Odysseas Elytis. Susan Howe. Medbh McGuckian.
Early on I was a huge fan of Philip Levine’s, Anne Sexton’s, Doctor Williams’s, Shelley’s.
Like everyone, I go through enthusiasms that are determined by what is happening or trying to happen in my own work at the time. I burn through other writers until I exhaust their worth for me. If someone mentions a writer I haven’t heard of, I go find them & read them. Because I grew up in an un-booked home, I’m insecure enough of my bookishness to not want to miss anyone that might be just who I need…
The point is never hero worship, but rather a voraciousness that keeps my own work flowing & changing.
As a kid, it was animal fiction: The Yearling, Silver Chief, Beautiful Joe, Rascal. . .
15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I’d like to leave Ontario, leave Canada, leave North America & never come back. Ireland. Greece. A portable kayak & a good pen.
But I’d like to see my daughter & step-son graduate from university. My older son is drywalling Calgary; sometimes he calls. My kids have been essential anchors. And there have been other things holding me back over the years.
I’d like to visit Vienna; maybe I can do that. The Wiener Werkstatte, Klimt, Hundertwasser, Schiele, Schubert, Bernhard…but I’ll end up coming back to this embarrassment of a country. I’m stuck here.
My voice is stuck here, & that is its dilemma-merit.
16 - 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?
If I hadn’t gotten through high school & away to university, if I hadn’t educated myself (with help) out of my class & region…well, I’m no good at anything else. But I often wish that I did something I wasn’t ashamed of, something solid & respected & visible, like cabinet making, or stained-glass work.
17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
At first the voice was conscience, yelling. Then a distracted, dithyrambic irreverence. Then the voice found defiance & wouldn’t stop singing. I used to turn vinyl with my finger on a broken turn-table to try to sustain some gravelly semblance of life-line to intensity somewhere. If I hadn’t listened & begun to write I’d be dead. (So what does quality matter?)
18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Alma, or the Dead Women. Alice Notley. New York City: Granary Books, 2006.
Sweet Charity, Shirley MacLaine, 1968, directed by Bob Fosse (his first?), based on Fellini’s Nights in Calabria (an even greater film). Shirley sells dances instead of sex, so the bathos is turned down from the original, & there’s an outlandish cameo by Sammy Davis Jr (he’s a hippy priest) that seems an incongruous nod to the times now, but MacLaine’s vibrancy, & Fosse’s choreography, colour-work, & use of stills, are all enduringly stunning.
Generally, though, I prefer cheesy B films whose flaws have a glow that seems to come directly from the collective unconscience.
19 - What are you currently working on?
Just what the world needs.
12 or 20 questions archive
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
So here I sit, broken-hearted. Okay, maybe not. Finally in Edmonton, finally in my office, trying to get work done yet still feeling completely overloaded (hence the lack of reviewing lately); did you see the nice stuff that Amanda Earl wrote about me on her blog? Also, I’ve started an interview project that started on the Alberta blog and seems to have bled through into three different blogs (apparently it’s been noticed by a few folk there and here; including this note on various reviewers for that Chicago poetry anthol…)? What surprises me most is just how many people have eaten pears lately…
Did you see this article on me in yesterday's Edmonton Journal by Todd Babiak?
Edmonton AB: Part of the fun of being in Edmonton at all is being able to get to the Olive Reading Series [see the interview I did moons ago with then-organizer Adam Dickinson], now run by T.L. Cowan, Jeff Carpenter, Thea Bowering, Douglas Barbour, Jenna Butler, Maria Chen, Meena Gupta and K.L. McKay, with featured reader, a free small chapbook by that reader, as well as an open set. Last night, the first reading of the new season was Edmonton poet Bert Almon, with his chapbook Waiting for the Gulf Stream.
It might not be the kind of poetry that jump-starts any part of me, but his reading was pretty entertaining (and it was a packed house, which was pretty cool). He also launches a new poetry collection alongside Ben Murray with Brindle & Glass at Greenwood's Books, September 16 (7925 104 St., 7pm). The next reader for the Olive Reading Series (Hulbert’s Café, 7601 115 St) is Ottawa poet Stephen Brockwell [see the interview with him here] on October 6.
Kane’ohe HI: It’s always good to get a new issue of Susan M. Schultz’s Tinfish in the mail, and I’ve been (finally) able to start going through #17, from June 2007. Part of why I love this journal is for the strong writing, and for the always interesting design; some of it is just for the geographic range of it, moving Pacific Rim from where she exists on the island-that-is-a-state, all along the American west coast and into parts of Canada, publishing authors such as Kaia Sand, Kim Hyesoon, Meredith Quartermain, Shin Yu Pai, Jane Sprague and Truong Tran. Who wouldn't love a poem with such a title as "The Exiled Filipino Poet Translates into Pidgin ENglish" by R. Zamora Linmark? Or this piece, writing:
A peppery road, well oiled and ready for the taking. A man is standing on
the empty sidewalk. The sky a grayish blue, the air thick and sweet. He
considers entering the road as a stream enters a river. He would integrate
into the larger whole, perhaps adding to its darkness or width. He hesitates,
thinking to himself, “although dedicating completely to this road would
relieve me of all attachment, I am not quite ready to give up the illusion of
self.” Before he has come to a decision, a large wave arrives, pausing for a
moment, allowing the man to witness its greatness, and with a hiss and a
crumble, washes away the sidewalk, the road, the man, his thoughts. (Matt Rohrer)
Montreal QC: It’s good to see former Ottawa poet Wanda O’Connor publish a new poetry chapbook, her self-published Romance & the Tidal Boar (ImPress, 2007), produced for a reading she recently did on the east coast [see this piece I wrote on her moons ago].
my autobiography as a staircase
there is a staircase vining up the tall blank of building. it reaches the sky
and forms its metal around the elements. the staircase does not end as
a staircase. there is nothing beyond it, around it, or in support of it.
there is a building.
three elements are present. the first reaches toward the earth for support.
the second becomes the atmosphere for rest, the third, a solid form,
for comfort, the metal supports me.
anatomy is destiny.*
I imagine this as my maxim and as my civilization. the long arm of the handrail of
concept.
there are hands that run along that rail.
there is some kind of love in this.
weightless elements combine and form a mountain. I reach the speak to Moses,
gain a prophecy. I can see Hollywood from here, its loss of charm.
there is an idea of wanting, but only an idea. here I need all things. I need to feel hu-
man.
*Freud
Although a strange little production, and somewhat uneven, I very much like her use of the direct statement, and keep hoping that she will someday let above/ground press produce a chapbook in the future, perhaps a combination of this, newer work and perhaps something older as well. For information on her chapbook, or to contact her, check out her blog.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
She has been involved in Toronto’s literary scene since 1999, when she unleashed her poetry winner zines (a tell-all exposé of the National Library of Poetry, aka poetry.com) on the Small Press Book Fair. Jessica has been featured in several local reading venues, including the Idler Pub Reading Series, Lexiconjury, Pontiac Quarterly, Pages’ This Is Not A Reading Series, and the I.V. Lounge. She also volunteered as a co-organizer of the 2004 Scream Literary Festival Gala. And somehow, on a perfect Cinderella evening, she and her literary partner in crime, Sarah Selecky, crashed the 2003 Giller Awards.
Jessica originally hails from Whitby, and studied English at Trent University. She works part-time as a freelance editor, but has also racked up a lifetime’s worth of “permanent” and temporary office jobs, as a receptionist, filer, photocopier, telemarketer, data-entry clerk, and transcriptionist.
Pulpy and Midge (Coach House Books, Fall 2007), a story about an orange juice legacy, love, and the perils of office life, is her first novel. It’s launching, office-party-style, in Toronto on Tuesday, September 25 at the Gladstone Hotel (with further readings in places like Ottawa and Edmonton). For more details have a look at: http://www.chbooks.com/content/?q=events/sept_25_pulpy_and_midge_office_party
2 - How long have you lived in Toronto, and how does geography, if at all, impact on your writing? Does race or gender make any impact on your work?
3 - Where does a piece 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?
4 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process?
5 - 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?
6 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
7 - When was the last time you ate a pear?
8 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
9 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
10 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
11 - How does your most recent book compare to your previous work? How does it feel different?
12 - 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?
13 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
14 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
15 - 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?
16 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
17 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
18 - What are you currently working on?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Lance Blomgren (b. 1970, Cumberland, British Columbia) is a writer, curator, artist and teacher. He is the author of Practice (Intrepid Tourist Press,1996), Manual For Beginners (with Yvette Poorter, ITP, 1997), Walkups (conundrum press, 2000), Oasis (with Yvette Poorter, Saidye Bronfman Centre for the Arts, 2001) and Corner Pieces (conundrum, 2004). Éditions Adage published a French-language edition of Walkups in 2007 (trans. Élizabeth Robert). Blomgren’s writings have been recently published in Geist, Matrix, Fillip, Spur, Ascent, Terminal City, Doppelganger, Visual Codec and Art Asia Pacific, and have appeared in the anthologies You and Your Bright Ideas: New Montreal Writing (Véhicule Press, 2002), The Portable Conundrum (2006) and Helen’s Cookbook (Helen Pitt Gallery, 2007). In 1998 Blomgren was the recipient of the bpNichol Chapbook Award for his text Liner and in 2005 Corner Pieces was a finalist for the ReLit Award. In 2003, his radio drama, A Room Full of Birds, was produced for CBC Radio One. His art projects and text-based installations have been exhibited in Montreal, Vancouver, Banff, Berlin, Brisbane, Barcelona, Chicago and Las Cruces, New Mexico.1 - How did your first book change your life?
It didn’t. I think photocopying my first small batch of writings for my family and friends ultimately indicated the sort of change you’re suggesting, rob…a coming out of sorts.
3 - Where does a piece 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?
4 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process?
Public readings are a satisfying way of engaging with the audience in a direct way…a nice, less-mediated way of visualizing an audience. But I can’t say they influence my practice on way or the other. They’re fun, or perhaps terrifying…I can say that.
5 - 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?
6 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
It’s an essential pain-in-the-ass that always makes your writing better, no matter who the editor is, but also places you squarely in the way of your own ego.
It remains the same. Writing is writing...work. Like all work it can often be very rewarding, sometimes enthralling, and occasionally dreadfully boring and soul-destroying.
Almost a year ago.
Don’t worry.
I’m either writing consistently or not writing hardly at all, depending on the nature, or flavour, of my daily life. I feel quite lucky to have found other outlets for my writing… curating art exhibitions, commissioned articles or text-based art projects. This means that these days even when I’m not writing, I’m writing. Having lots to do makes it easier to keep going. That said, an ongoing book project can often be left on the back burner for awhile. I either write during the day like regular office hours, and which can often be regular office hours literally, or, more ideally I stay up very, very late.
I have found that if I have numerous projects on the go, getting stalled doesn’t even seem to be an option. Get stuck on one thing, move on to another. Or start something new. And never underestimate the inspirational power of deadline panic.
There are some essential differences though. Walkups was composed as a kind of voyeuristic project—the narrative voice is quite distant from the subject, an almost spectral protagonist hovering off in the distance, perhaps masturbating or in the midst of crying jag or euphoric rush...I’m not sure. In Corner Pieces, the voice becomes much more intimate, inextricable from the subject. In this project the reader would probably assume the voice to be closer to myself as the author—the classic poetic utterance—although this would be largely false.
I tend to return to a few writers, or subjects, or books regularly. A few recent re-readings have included the tape-recorded, oral novels of Mohamed Mrabet and Driss ben Hamed Charhadi; the non-fiction works [of] Mike Davis; the poetry of René Ricard and Yannis Ritsos; the writings and pictograms of Gabriel Pomerand, to name a few.
16 - 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?
As an avid fan of competitive swimming, I have always wanted to be a coach of Olympic-level, elite swimmers. Unfortunately, I haven’t even received my basic coaching certification. Writing is not the only thing I do, so I feel that alternate careers are presently on the go already, with likely more to come. Presently I am working as the Director/Curator at the Helen Pitt Gallery in Vancouver, an artist-run centre. I like to organize and plan, and enjoy large-scale, collaborative endeavours…so for now this seems to be a good job. I sometimes think it would be exciting to invent and market a new product—I have a design for hot-water-bottle slippers, for those with chronically cold feet, that I would love to find some investors to help support.
18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
A collection of interlocking ghost stories, based loosely on Scandinavian folklore, where the protagonist is a ghost—an absence—that never actually appears in the story.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Apparently it's not just Stephen Brockwell in Ottawa running workshops these days; here are a couple of others I've just heard about.
INFLUENCY 3: A TORONTO POETRY SALON
8 POETS, 10 WEEKS! Sept 26 to Dec 5, 2007
Antonio D’ALFONSO, Triny FINLAY, Maggie HELWIG, Clifton JOSEPH, Robert PRIEST, Stuart ROSS, Karen SOLIE, Souvankham THAMMAVONGSA
facilitated by Margaret Christakos
What: A unique Poetry lecture/reading Salon Series, offered as a 10-week course by The University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies Creative Writing Program, for readers and writers alike.
When: September 26 to December 5, 2007; Wednesday Evenings, 7 pm – 9:30 pm. (No class October 31.)
Who: Eight accomplished Toronto-based poets working in distinctive contemporary styles —Antonio D’Alfonso, Triny Finlay, Maggie Helwig, Clifton Joseph, Robert Priest, Stuart Ross, Karen Solie, and Souvankham Thammavongsa— will appear as guest critics in this unique lecture-reading salon series, to be followed by a half-hour live poetry reading by the poet under discussion and a facilitated Q & A.
Where: University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies, at the University of Toronto St. George Campus. This session the class will be held in the U of T Pharmacy Building at the northwest corner of College & University, in “The Pod.”
Why: To celebrate and explore Toronto’s diverse poetry scene. To build appreciation and understanding for contemporary poetry.
How Much: $199 plus $100 course materials (8 books) for 10-week course. Register online for SCS 1777 – 003 by going to http://learn.utoronto.ca/.
Email mchristakos@hotmail.com for more info.
WORD/CRAFT: AN INTRODUCTION TO POETRY WRITING AND PRACTICE
Sunday, October 14, 2007, 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.
Morrin Centre, 44 chausse des cossais, Quebec City
Workshop Leader: Aurian Haller
Fee: $65
INVENTING THE TRUTH: CREATIVE NON-FICTION, PERSONAL ESSAY AND MEMOIR
Saturday, October 20, 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Lac-Brome Community Centre, 270 Victoria St, Lac-Brome QC
Workshop leader: Joel Yanofsky
To register, or for more information: (514) 933-0878 or info@qwf.org.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
George Bowering, Canada’s first Poet Laureate, was born in the Okanagan Valley and schooled on the West Coast and in Montreal. His work is inescapably rooted in British Columbia, with stories of growing up in the Okanagan, haunting poems of urban Vancouver, and his innovative treatment of historical B.C. events. A distinguished novelist, poet, editor, professor, historian and tireless supporter of fellow writers, the highly esteemed Bowering has authored more than eighty books, which include works of poetry, fiction, autobiography, biography and youth fiction. His writing has also been translated into French, Spanish, Italian, German, Chinese and Romanian.
After serving as an aerial photographer in the Royal Canadian Air Force, Bowering attended the University of British Columbia where he earned a B.A. in History and an M.A. in English. He is one of the founders—along with Frank Davey, Fred Wah, Daphne Marlatt and Jamie Reid—of the avant-garde poetry and poetics magazine TISH. Bowering has taught at the University of Calgary, the University of Western Ontario and Simon Fraser University. He continues to act as a Canadian literary ambassador at international conferences and readings.
In 2002, Bowering was recognized by the Vancouver Sun as one of the most influential people in British Columbia.
1 - How did your first book change your life?
Friday, September 07, 2007
1. How did your first book change your life?
Technically my first book was my second book, and it changed my life a lot. I was scheduled to release a book or nearly release a book after a meeting in early 2003 in Toronto with a publisher, but being extremely green and unsure and anxious, within 9 months the deal was off, the book wasn’t working in a standard novel form, so I scrapped it for almost three years, and reworked it as a poetry book with a bit of a play going on as well, and the original story was abandoned.
3 - Where does a poem or piece 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?
I find that after about three pages of prose I can tell where the story is going. A poem can easily spend two or even four years on its own, only to be reduced to a much smaller version. I like to send the amputated bits into a bank for further study. I love moving things around with the cut and paste tools like Phil Spector.
7 - When was the last time you ate a pear?
9 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
12 - How does your most recent book compare to your previous work? How does it feel different?