Wednesday, June 05, 2019

Stephanie Strickland, How the Universe is Made: Poems New & Selected 1985-2019



REAL LIFE IS WHITE IN CONNECTICUT

pale green
and white in Connecticut trees elms The Commons
the sky the mind in Connecticut calcite bar
of burning crystal prism on the sill

iris in the garden
charts and charters
sea-bitten shore

permitting oneself little that little cold
sharp as bramblepoints in air seeded with new snow
to come to Connecticut outpouring down pouring
crystals to come full of the hint and intimation
of snow the overwhelming darkening white of the snow
burying bodies in CT blinding angled sheet of its softness
biting at the shore of the sky

iris—itself—short sword in the pale
green spring of CT unassuming
terse

            April snow
            stained by flowers

I’m absolutely floored by the nearly three hundred pages of New York City poet Stephanie Strickland’s latest, How the Universe is Made: Poems New &Selected 1985-2019 (Boise ID: Ahsahta Press, 2019). The book opens with a two page collaged-list of “LINEAGE-LINKAGE-HOMAGE,” presumably set to provide both thanks and an opening of context around Strickland’s influences, with a list that includes Lorine Niedecker, Tim Lilburn, Muriel Rukeyser, Bertolt Brecht, Lake St. Clair, Simone Weil, Laura Riding and Joan Retallack, before launching into healthy selections from her published works: from the chapbook Beyond This Silence (State Street Press, 1985) to her numerous full-length collections—Give the Body Back (University of Missouri Press, 1991), The Red Virgin: A Poem of Simone Weil (University of Wisconsin Press, 1993), True North (University of Notre Dame Press, 1997), V : WaveSon.nets / Losing L’una (Penguin Books, 2002), Zone : Zero (Ahsahta Press, 2008), Dragon Logic (Ahsahta Press, 2013) and V : WaveTercets / Losing L’una (SpringGun Press, 2014)—alongside a section of new poems.

Part of what is interesting about Strickland’s work—long been known as a blend of physics, math and myth—is in how her scope is ever-expanding, broadening beyond printed text into sound, image and multimedia, evolving from a work purely existing as the more traditional lyric into something multi-genre and almost multi-lingual, utilizing written language against a language of visuals and into digital practice. Strickland’s ongoing work expands not just how the universe, as she suggests, is seen, but is (the present tense being used very deliberately) actually created. Hers is a poetry of knowledge informing knowledge, and one of science, mythology and the lyric interacting to seek and even create connections. In a 2018 interview for Touch the Donkey, she responds: “Many poets who write from/about/with science want to affect scientists. Others want to affect public perception. I share with Buckminster Fuller an urgent sense that new lexicon and syntax are required. First of all, because language based on ancient physics—the sun rises, the sun sets—does not convey, much less entrain, our current understandings of mathematics, measurement, or instrumentation. The second reason to re-create a lexicon is to make clear how a powerfully imposed science understanding directly affects social justice and all else.” As one of her earlier poems, “CASTING OF BELLS GIVES WAY TO CASTING OF CANNON,” begins:

Poles of knowing: Bell and Endor; one, a theorem,
one, a Witch of.

Saul and Macbeth, who both seek power beyond
what’s possible, seek it through knowledge—a cult knowledge

retained in one Weird woman (after the countryside has been cleared
of women, who fly, who flew, who chatter

like wrens). What does the Witch teach? Only
what is: “Saul,” she says, “give it up.”


Tuesday, June 04, 2019

my (small press) writing day : new essays + ongoing submission call,

So, I had been curious for some time about The Guardian’s occasional feature “My Writing Day,” and thought it would be interesting to do a blog of the same, “for those of us who might never make it into The Guardian.”

[note: this isn’t a dig at The Guardian; I just thought it might be fun to play with the format]

So, in September 2017, I started a new blog: my (small press) writing day.

The list of published and forthcoming essays include an enormous amount of short essays on writing and possibility, including pieces by Amish Trivedi, Colin Morton, rob mclennan, Sonia Saikaley, Amanda Earl, Jean Van Loon, Karl E. Jirgens, Lisa Pasold, Robert Martin Evans, Jennifer Pederson, Carla Hartsfield, Jason Christie, Eleni Zisimatos, Christian McPherson, Chris Johnson, Eileen R. Tabios, Joshua Corey, Claudia Radmore, Oscar Martens, Sacha Archer, Larkin Higgins, Kristina Drake, Kate Siklosi, Jared Schickling, Karen Smythe, Yanara Friedland, Paul Carlucci, Catherine Owen, j/j hastain, Gil McElroy, Adele Graf, Angela Lopes, Adam Thomlison, Brenda Schmidt, Michael Blouin, Jeanette Lynes, Keegan Lester, Jeremy Stewart, Zoë Landale, Jacqueline Valencia, Michael Dennis, Emily Sanford, Jennifer Baker, Aaron Tucker, Chris Galvin, K.I. Press, Nathaniel G. Moore, April Ford, Lily Gontard, Paola Ferrante, Alan Sondheim, Bänoo Zan, Emily Saso, Annick MacAskill, Ian LeTourneau, Jessica Hiemstra, Jessica Sequeira, Teri Vlassopoulos, Matt Jones, Sofia Mostaghimi, Joshua Weiner, Anita Dolman, Alex Manley, Joseph Cassidy-Skof, Ronna Bloom, Doris Fiszer, Maia Elgin, Cora Siré, Ken Sparling, Heather Sweeney, Sarah Crookall, Manahil Bandukwala, Dale Smith, Sara Renee Marshall, Sarah Burgoyne, Suzanna Derewicz, Jenna Jarvis, Missy Marston, Anna Maxymiw, Nicole McCarthy, Tim Mook Sang, Richard Harrison, Barbara Tomash, Nisa Malli, Steven Ross Smith, Frances Boyle, Sean Braune, Conyer Clayton, Ralph Kolewe, Noah Falck, Sharon McCartney, Dara Wier, Geof Huth, Brenda Brooks, David Bradford, Bola Opaleke, Robert Keith, Carl Watts, Shannon Quinn, Charmaine Cadeau, Micheline Maylor, Violetta Leigh, Torin Jensen, Isabella Wang, Erin Bedford, Ellie Sawatzky, Síle Englert, Donna Fleischer, Eva Gonzalez, Thomas L. Winters, Allison Armstrong, Jonathan Taylor, Bruce Geddes, Jónína Kirton, Jose Hernandez Diaz, Darren C. Demaree, Michael Sikkema, Kate Heartfield, JL Jacobs, Luke Bradford, Buck Downs, Brian Mihok, Jake Syersak, Genevieve Kaplan, Carrie Hunter, Erin Emily Ann Vance, Emma Bolden, Carly Rosalie Vandergriendt, Wren Hanks, Terry Doyle, Stephan Delbos, Lucy Dawkins, Winston Le, Amy LeBlanc, Catherine Graham, Christine Fischer Guy, Timothy Otte, Aja Moore, Dessa Bayrock, Basma Kavanagh, Joshua Young, Shriram Sivaramakrishnan, JC Bouchard, Lindsay Zier-Vogel, Kyle Flemmer, Tanis MacDonald, Julia Polyck-O’Neill, Anne-Marie Kinney, Colin Mylrea, Vineetha Mokkil, Lauren Brazeal, Janet Barkhouse, Rupert Loydell, Haley Jenkins, Jennifer Firestone, Honey Novick, Linda Besner, Elaine Feeney, Lauren Korn, Martin Stannard, stephanie roberts, Kristin George Bagdanov, Sarah Venart, Mike Ferguson, Sam Smith, Sarah Law, Carol Bruneau, Brooke Carter, Lawrence Freiesleben, Ken Norris, Mugabi Byenkya, Vicky Grut, Elizabeth Ross, Hannah Stephenson, Leslie Greentree, Emilia Nielsen, Yolande House, Rax King, Emily Osborne, Dan Crawley, Erika Thorkelson, Jordan Moffatt, Leonarda Carranza, Joe Hall, Henk Rossouw, J.I. Kleinberg, Susan Haldane, Blaine Marchand, Paul Hawkins, Sonia Di Placido, J.B. Stone, Jane Shi, Teresa Stenson, Jude Marr, Clarissa Aykroyd, Holly Flauto Salmon, Hannah Gordon, Sarah Anne Strickley, Linda Trinh, L.N. Holmes, Julian Day, Justin Evans, Kristin Garth, Angela Caravan, G. E. Schwartz, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Eric Andrew Newman, Sarah Cave, Zane Koss, Dean Garlick, Gale Marie Thompson, Lina Lau, Gordon Phinn, Dale Tracy, Anthony Michael Morena, Linda Ryynänen, Lois Lorimer, Nisha Bhakoo, Tamara Jong, Jacalyn den Haan, Cati Porter, Rebecca Anne Banks, Suzanne Chiasson, Ben Niespodziany, Joshua Gillingham, Ann Y.K. Choi, Jennifer Wortman, Brianna Ferguson, Kasia van Schaik, Shelly Harder, V.C. McCabe, Tianna G. Hansen, Jessica Cuello, Victoria Hetherington, sophie anne edwards, Irene Sanchez, SJ Bradley, Caroline Grand-Clement, Kevin Spenst, Jessica Evans, Bobbi Lurie, Elizabeth Onusko, M.W. Jaeggle, Caroline Shea, Evan Gray, Carlie Blume, Gilles Latour, Trevor Abes, Stephen Collis, Barton Smock, Stephanie Bolster, Michael Akuchie, Trevor Ketner, Meagan Masterman, Pearl Pirie, Anton Pooles, Jason Purcell, Helen Hajnoczky, Tom Snarsky, Rachel Small, Timothy Duffy, Stefan Mohamed, Hege A. Jakobsen Lepri, Anita Goveas, John Wall Barger, Aaron Schneider, Sarah James, Anthony Etherin, Richard Weiser, Chad Sweeney, Toby Altman, Isabel Sobral Campos, Lisa Young, Emma Tilley, Wayne Mason, Bronwen Keyes-Bevan, Brandon Teigland, Claire Rudy Foster, Mary Byrne, Ariel Dawn, Kimberly Campanello, Andrea Lambert, James Roome, Richard Tattoni, Margaret Sweatman, Cooper Wilhelm, Jaclyn Desforges, Catherine Pikula, David W. Pritchard, Andrew Field, Adam Hampton, Margaryta Golovchenko, Joanna Streetly, Rebecca Higgins, Dimitra Xidous, Shannon Webb-Campbell, Anna Veprinska, Alexander Dickow, Amanda Bell, Sarah Shields, Megan Cole, Natasha Ramoutar, Nagmeh Phelan, Ben Robinson, Claire Trevien, Christine H. Tran and Andrew W. French. And submissions are very welcome...


Monday, June 03, 2019

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Kirby

Kirby’s [photo credit: Khashayar Mohammadi] earlier chapbooks include Simple  Enough, Cock & Soul, Bob’s boy, The world is fucked and sometimes beautiful, and most recently, SHE'S HAVING A DORIS DAY (knife | fork | book, 2017). They also appear in Matrix Magazine, National Poetry Month.ca, Dusie, and The Rusty Toque (Pushcart Nominee). Their full-length debut, THIS IS WHERE I GET OFF is newly out from Permanent Sleep Press. Kirby is the owner/publisher of  knife | fork | book

[Kirby reads in Ottawa on June 21, 2019 as part of the ottawa small press book fair pre-fair event] 

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
My first chapbook was Simple Enough put together by my bf at the time Don Pyle in 1985. That we both existed was remarkable enough. That, and being in love.

At 60, This Is Where I Get Off, is my full-length debut. Again, I had no idea either would exist. Still here. A sweet surprise.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
Poetry was my intro to gay lit in the 70s, Cavafy, O’Hara, Ginsberg, Gunn, Dennis Cooper, Essex Hemphill, Rich, Lorde, Strand, Baldwin, Antler, Giorno. And John Rechy. Ed White. Samuel Delany.

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?

The work is continuous. Outside of my daily 30-40 minutes, it’s constantly a matter of jotting things down. Otherwise, it’s gone. I love the word copious. What it does to my mouth.

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?

I always have at least a year’s worth of dabblings I return, give shape to. I see pieces. My editor (Kathryn Mockler for This Is Where I Get Off) sees book.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
An essential part. I write in a ‘to be read’ voice. I have enormous regard for the reader,  the listener.

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?
The questions themselves. My work is often an open inquiry. I’m fascinated most by people’s private logic, how they connect the dots. What moves people, reaches the surface (or not) and how.

The ‘current’ question for me is always from the Gospel of Luke, “How then shall we live?”

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

I’ve always said, “give me a porpoise not a purpose,” and “if it’s void of humour, make another choice.”

I write what is mine to write. Which in its own way becomes an imperative.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Essential. Working with The Mockler was such a gift. I love her work. We both have a robust sense of humour and wit. But, she was/is much kinder to my work than myself would ever be. She would say, “No, keep that in, I like that.” She saw book. I was only seeing pieces.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
I haven’t always been this pretty. I used to be a tough nut, dead fucking serious. I’d always go for my jugular. Now I choose a feather duster over a machete.

“Learning must be pleasurable, and it must be easy. The two make breathing simple.” - Moshe Feldenkrais

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’ve attended poet/friend Hoa Nguyen’s Sundays for a number of years now. A lovely engagement with poets reading poets which gives me just enough structure to keep pen to paper. I carry notebook and pens at all times. And, I’m a voracious reader.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Damn, if I stop noticing the beauty around me, particularly in male form, check my pulse.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Lilacs.

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?
I grew up in gallery spaces. The Toledo Museum of Art. DIA. MoMA. AGO. Upon graduating from University, I bought a Greyhound bus pass, made a Rothko pilgrimage, hitting every museum that housed his work from Toledo to the chapel in Houston (where I spent a week, every day at dusk). My friend Tom and I always bought season tickets for Opening Night at Premiere Dance Theatre to meet the beauties after. I was a band wife for seven years. Work is never unilateral.

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

Not entirely certain the ask here, but my circle of friends is essential. My touchstones. Accurate reflectors.

Writings I return to again and again are Beckett, Albee, Chekov, Barthes, Genet, Baldwin, Didion, Cavafy, Rilke, more contemporary I’d say Carl Phillips, David Wojnarowicz, Henri Cole, Thom Gunn. Mark Strand. I feel in kinship with Alex Dimitrov, Travis Sharp, Shiv Kotecha, Timothy Liu in that they move me by making me come full stop. I love Dale Smith’s work. Ralph Kolewe. Norma Cole. Hoa. And CAConrad. Currently reading Rene Ricard.

And, I read a lot of journals, notebooks Camus, Isherwood, Gide, especially Tennessee Williams. To read how they lived through things, what a gift.

Essential? Rilke’s reflections on Auguste Rodin. The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Go to the Tate Modern. Touch a redwood.

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?
Not what, but who! I wanted to be Anthony Kiedis (okay, for a night, in concert).

I might’ve entertained librarianship earlier than I did. I lean towards service. I dream of making a perfect fish sandwich people would line-up around the block for. Enjoy being useful/valued.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
Writing is where I continue to find my body, my voice.

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Hasan Namir’s War/Torn (book*hug) ripped me a new one. Jean-Luc Godard's Le livre d'image.

19 - What are you currently working on?

A new chapbook for Jim Johnstone at Anstruther Press, working title, She Ascended Into Heaven.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Sunday, June 02, 2019

MC Hyland, The End



THE END

Some things I think of as outside and inside that might be only ambient. Open an aperture onto the morning. Tinny feeling all under your skin. Autoeroticism as autodidactics. Infant-size noise-cancelling headphones. I lost all my footage when the phone crashed. The prism disrupting its own light beam. Filmed the sky out the train window again. Tell me about your secret job. The shushes of cars make clear it’s still raining. In one of several possible futures I hear you exhale from the shower. Try not to think of all the things you touch. Bells in the background. Sprung up before the light. A vocabulary of no-longer-quite-right words. The scarf smells like her for years after her death. Are you bleeding on your new leggings. New people in the lobby waiting for their movers. The second old-fashioned made me puke on the tiles. One light box to another. The prescribed situation of video projection. You practice conversation to make it perfect. Walked to the post office. About the effects of late capitalism. Sometimes facts get melodramatic. I’ll probably never see him again. kiss on the cheek I notice her teeth. Then a voice says crazy ass Brooklyn ass shit. We cunningly decorated our need to make money. Knowing in advance how the collaboration will sour. Everyone’s getting sober or divorced. No one wants another disposable tote bag.

Brooklyn poet, editor and publisher MC Hyland’s second full-length poetry title is the accumulative The End (Sidebrow Books, 2019). The End is composed as an assembly of ninety single-page stand-alone prose poems each titled “The End,” all of which seem to be constructed from a collage of found material, overheard lines and other strays and threads that might cross her path. “Most of these poems contain direct quotations,” she writes, at the end of the collection, “from speech, music, texts, or films. Where a word-for-word quotation is from a reliable source, I’ve tried (though with only incomplete success) to track and name the source below.” The list she provides is extensive, and include numerous overheard lines, and phrases pilfered from movie posters, graffiti, and postcards. There is an element to her compiling that feels akin to attempting to capture a portrait of a particular time and space, even as she writes early on in the collection: “This is a kind of timekeeping.” And the beauty of her form is that it could be potentially endless, and include anything and everything.

As I’ve written prior, this sequence of poems with the same title is reminiscent of works by Noah Eli Gordon, including his collection The Source (New York NY: Futurepoem Books, 2011) [see my review of such here] and more recent Is That the Sound of a Piano Coming from Several Houses Down? (New York NY: Solid Objects, 2018) [see my review of such here]. Hyland’s chapbook The End: Part One (Magic Helicopter Press, 2017), which I wrote of here, included a small handful of poems from the manuscript, as well as the occasional “response,” each seemingly written by a small handful of other poets, an element not included in this final collection. “Finally, I should add that these poems often deal with conversation not only as a source of nourishment,” she writes at the back of the Magic Helicopter title, “but also of (to borrow Sianne Ngai’s book title) ‘ugly feelings.’” Further in the notes at the end of the chapbook, Hyland writes: “While these poems started as an attempt to find a form through which to think about all the challenges of living in New York and starting a PhD after a long break from both the East Coast and this kind of reading-intensive academic setting, they ultimately ended up taking me in a different direction: an attempt to think about the role of feeling in forming and re-forming an aesthetic and political consciousness.”

While The End: Part One wove her epistolary prose poems with the lyric essay, attempting a call-and-response with her reading, her environment and her friends, The End allows the work, in a certain way, to speak more for itself, without the response or the editorializing. I would argue neither form is better or more effective than the other, but simply a difference in approach; given The End sits at ninety prose poems, perhaps the call-and-response element simply isn’t required.

Saturday, June 01, 2019

Dionne Brand, The Blue Clerk: Ars Poetica in 59 Versos



VERSO 10.4

One could not easily separate oneself from the “we” constructed and being constructed by the spectacle and its narrations or reiterations. And perhaps one ought not to be able to so clearly distinguish onself from that “we.” The grim list of the clerk begins. We believed in nothing, the black-and-white American movies buried themselves in our chests, liquid, glacial, acidic as love. the poet admits culpability. This is not enough for the clerk. Don’t let yourself off, the clerk says, I have enough to deal with on the wharf, thick weather, appears to be, easterly outside. The clerk knows that admitting guilt is a cop-out, it’s like wanting to be noble without giving anything up, it is drawing attention to yourself as if you are in a soap opera. If the poet doesn’t do more, the clerk will be inundated by bundles of sheets tightly fastened with gnats and wire.

Currently on the 2019 Griffin Poetry Prize Canadian shortlist, Dionne Brand’s The Blue Clerk: Ars Poetica in 59 Versos (Toronto ON: McClelland & Stewart, 2018) is a sequence of prose-poem commentaries on life, literature and history. Composed as bursts of lyric prose, these pieces combine the lyric essay with storytelling, as her “Versos” suggest a collection that writes on the “reverse side” of history, those tales that fall away from the forefront. “In June,” she writes, to open “VERSO 5,” “I realized I had already abandoned nation long before I knew myself, the author says. That attachment always seemed like a temporary book in the shoulder blade.” There is something of The Blue Clerk that feels a sibling to Anne Carson’s Short Talks (Brick Books, 1992), through their shared sequence of short prose bursts, both of which explore a variety of subjects, as well as philosophy and theory, and the nature of how stories get told. Beyond that, Brand’s poems also exist as a narrative thread, composing a novel through lyric fragment, and the story of the story itself, told, between the author, and the author’s creation, the clerk. As “VERSO 5.1” ends:

            So what? You feel featherless, the clerk says. Didn’t you always; weren’t you just an outrider? You tried to fit in, to your own demise though, you rode shotgun to your own distaster, she says. You’re right. No need for violent metaphor, the author cautions. Again, let me draw your attention to the tracing paper.

In “The Voice Asking,” a conversation with Souvankham Thammavongsa in the collection What the Poets Are Doing:Canadian Poets in Conversation, ed. Rob Taylor (Gibsons BC: Nightwood Editions, 2018) [see my review of such here], Brand responds to one of Thammavongsa’s queries: “I notice now how I read. The pleasures are different. Now I read for structure, so the shape of the work is what gives me pleasure. Or the insight it accumulates. I am interested in the architecture of the work: what it borrows from, what it leaves unchanged from the past, how it breaks embedded narrative or not, how lazy or agile the poet. A dear friend poet asked me, a long time ago, ‘D, does the world need that line?’ And it took me aback and then made me laugh and then made me measure each line of poetry I wrote against this question. Such a simple question and such a difficult one—bracing and settling.” Brand’s power, throughout this book, emerges from the blend of genres, and the slipperiness of lyric essay, memoir, novel and prose poem, engaging with history and theory, the intimate and the purely theoretical. This collection is up for the Griffin Poetry Prize, but could just have easily be shortlisted for the Giller Prize (perhaps it still could), allowing the fluidity of genre to exist equally (I am reminded of Michael Turner’s Hard Core Logo, for example, originally published as “poetry” and reprinted as “novel,” once the movie adaptation appeared). She grounds her book through character and the small moment, but anchors it, just as much, through an exploration of large ideas, such as in the second section, as she begins:

STIPULE

Elegy, the philosopher Gilles Deleuze remarked, is one of the principal sources of poetry. It is the great complaint … the complaint is “what’s happening to me overwhelms me.” Not (simply) that I am in pain but what has taken away my power of action overwhelms me. And why do I see these things why do I know these things why must I endure seeing and knowing.

There is something really graceful and lovely in the way Brand’s sentences unfold, wrapping the lyric in and around itself, as “VERSO 27” begins: “The baby next door was in full voice last night. I didn’t want to put him in that last verso. It would have injured him.”