Thursday, December 28, 2023

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Joshua Chris Bouchard

Joshua Chris Bouchard is the author of Burn Diary (Buckrider Books) and Let This Be the End of Me (Bad Books Press), the latter of which was shortlisted for the 2019 bpNichol Chapbook Award. He wrote or co-wrote five chapbooks, and his poetry appears in Event, CV2, Carousel, Poetry Is Dead, PRISM international, Arc, and more.

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, Portraits, opened a new world of publishing, collaborating, and sharing the work as opposed to just writing it for my own edification. It was a feeling of: This what poets do, and I feel connected to that tradition. I wanted to be a writer, to publish, to do live performances.

The biggest difference between my work now and my work then is more focus. The work then was a big release of emotion, experiences, and ideas. The work now is more deliberate with themes and overall purpose.

It feels different. After the Toronto launch of my first full-length collection, Burn Diary, I felt a very deep melancholy. I couldn’t figure out why. Eventually I realized it’s because the work changed, and I have changed. And change can be frightening sometimes. Or feel like some big loss. But it’s also necessary and good and signifies progress. It’s best to always move forward.

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

My introduction was through music. Lyrics and the feeling of music. We all know that feeling when we hear our favourite song. It’s undeniable. I would listen to metal and hardcore and think: These people are saying something that is true and meaningful to them, and I want to do that too. I also listened to hymns at mass and was really moved by them. This fervent kind of expression and devotion.

I journaled and wrote lyrics to imaginary songs. I would show them to anyone who gave a damn. Everyone thought, I think, that something was wrong with me. My grandmother found one of my journals and was very concerned, which made sense. I was writing about trauma and abuse and horrible things. I think that’s why I liked poetry more than fiction or non-fiction. I didn’t want to construct narratives. I wanted to let it all go – everything I was feeling without rules – and poetry allowed that.

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?

I think I write new projects at a decent clip. I’ll think about the idea of something for a long time and piece it together in my mind. When I sit down to write it’s almost already formed, so the actual process of putting it on the page doesn’t take very long.

First drafts can take a lot of different forms. Some of my earlier chapbooks were not changed much from the first draft besides minor edits. But Burn Diary was shaped and reshaped from the original version quite a bit over years.

When I was just starting out, there was this impulse to throw caution to the wind: just write, leave it all on the page, see what happens. Keep everything as is, let it be raw, let it be faulty. But now there is a more deliberate process. I’m older, maybe wiser, life is different. The writing is different too.

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?

A poem starts with a thought that I can’t let go. I obsess over it. It could be a word, phrase, or image. Usually, it’s a feeling that I don’t know how to make sense. I work it out on the page and wrangle it until some kind of path comes from it. Usually, they start as short pieces that I curate into a larger thematic work. For example, Burn Diary was written over years with poems from different times of my life. It was then laid out into a large book, rearranged, heavily edited, paired down to its core.

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

I love doing readings and have done a fair share. I don’t think about performing when I’m writing and I don’t think about writing when I’m performing, but performing has the same importance as writing. The poem on the page has a life and the poem read aloud has a life, but they’re both born from the same source.

The poem on the page is read by someone alone in their house and they have a specific relationship to it in their mind. They can take their time, reread it, leave notations in the margins. The experience of a poem at a performance is very different. It’s read aloud as it’s intended to be experienced by the author. They hear their voice and see their body. I like to do as many public readings as possible, and I think I cut my teeth in the literary scene at open mics and other live gigs. I wouldn’t be the same poet I am today if it weren’t for readings.

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?

My goal used to be pure emotional expression, even to a fault, even if it meant chaos. I resented anything academic or stuffy or pinned down by arbitrary rules. I hated anything that I perceived as artistically oppressive or authoritarian. Poetry was an act of rebellion.

But now, things are much less clear. My views on myself and the world vary. If anything, I want to elicit a visceral reaction from readers. I want readers to gasp, swoon, cry, laugh, be horrified, glad, complacent, petrified. Again, the feeling when you hear your favourite song or read your favourite poem. It’s there, deep down in the belly. What is that? How does it happen? I think it’s the connection between you, the world, and the artist. Or maybe that’s all bullshit. I don’t know! Mu!

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?

I think writers have a very important part in larger culture, even if they sometimes inflate that sense of importance in certain contexts. Many people have said that writers are the political and cultural barometers of any given society, and I think that is very true. A very large part of the writer’s goal – maybe their only goal – is to account for what is going on in the world in a very concrete way and hold up that unapologetic mirror and say: This is what we are, and this is what are we doing.

There is also the writer who explores the more metaphysical and introspective aspects of life: This is what I’m feeling as a human being. I think there is a place for both and, anyways, those aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive. Ultimately, I think writers have a moral and artistic obligation to call it as they see it. Be a human and express your humanity.

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

It’s nearly always essential. I feel I’m the best judge of my work but that can get you only so far. When you live inside your head all the time you get lost in the corridors of your thinking. An editor is there to guide you and be honest with you. They need to tell you that the idea/word/poem/phrase isn’t good or not doing what you want it to do.

Sometimes an editor can hurt you because your work is so precious that criticism can feel like an axe to the head, but they also give you power to make something the best it can be. I have written many poems that I thought were very good, only to have a good editor (or general reader) tell me that the poem doesn’t make any sense to them. There needs to be a stable conveyer of meaning from author to reader otherwise there is no point in sharing the work outside of yourself, and editors will help you build that.

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

This may not be the best advice – I have heard many inspiring things from people about creativity – but it’s something my high-school history teacher told me. He was subbing for the Writer’s Craft course, and we were writing poems. He looked over my shoulder and asked: What’s that line break for? Why is it there? I didn’t know the answer.

He told me that everything you do in a poem needs to have purpose, even line breaks. That stuck with me. To this day I remember that when writing poems: Does this line break or word have purpose? What is it I’m really trying to do? I also find music-recording engineer Steve Albini inspiring. Specifically, his lectures on the creative process and how the capitalist industry impacts artists.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to photography)? What do you see as the appeal?

I’m a visual thinker, so it’s easy to go from poetry to photography. Photography works out a different part of the artistic brain muscle. You see it as a whole rather than lines left to right, it’s a physical object, and it exists outside my mind. I didn’t create it, it’s already there, its meaning subjective based on the observer. I also sing in a band and have dabbled with visual art. Again, a different muscle at work, but it’s all part of the same nervous system. It’s about expression. Photography can express something that poetry can’t; music that poetry can’t; poetry what neither photograph nor music can’t. I’ll go back and forth without much trouble.

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?

I’m fastidious. I write between 5am – 9am on Saturday and Sundays. I work a full-time 9-5 gig, so weekends are my best opportunities to sit and put the words down. I rarely write anything during the week, except maybe a few notes or lines I think are promising. I think some people are obsessed with writing; they are incapable of doing it. They will write all day if they could, any chance they get, or they will sit down and write a large work from start to finish in nearly one sitting. I sometimes wish that were me, but it’s not. I love to write but life itself always takes precedent.

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

Music is always my first creative palette cleanser. Music doesn’t demand the same things from a listener as poetry does from a reader. I can lie there and let it wash over me. Again, music hits a different nerve and stimulates a different part of your emotions. The second thing is just living, which sounds very vague and boring, but it helps me a lot. Go to the park. Go grocery shopping. Buy an overpriced eclair. Go to the mall, the worst mall you can find. Malls are incredibly inspiring. They are so oppressive and offensive. Go to the food court and just watch people eat. Invariably I will get that feeling again and ideas start to come.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

I love this question. It’s the smell of fire in autumn. Campfires or from home fireplaces. It’s that smell during twilight when it’s kind of cold, there’s a good wind, and the scent of burning wood is everywhere as you walk down the street. It elicits an image of safety, peace, warmth. Or gasoline.

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?

Music and movies are huge influences. Music for the feeling and film for the visual. This reminds me of going to a movie theatre in the early afternoon on a summer day. You’re in the theatre for a few hours, it’s dark, whisper quiet, and you may even be totally alone. You become engrossed in the film, the characters, the story. The film ends and you walk out, and the sun suddenly pulverizes your senses. You feel like you’re in a dream or like you’ve somehow transformed into a new person. You’re a bit wobbly and stupefied. You’re not the same. I love that feeling. I want people to feel like that after they’re finished reading my poems.

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

Shunryū Suzuki is an important writer and teacher for me. He wrote Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind which, when I was younger, was like a bible to me. To this day I go back to it occasionally and read passages. Suzuki was a Japanese Zen Master, and the book teaches the practise of Japanese Zen and its basic philosophical tenets. It can be incredibly comforting when I feel utterly defeated by life. My friend Alex once said about therapists: Sometimes you just need someone to tell you you’re not a piece of shit. That’s what Suzuki does for me. He reminds me that I a human being who is flawed but…not a piece of shit.

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

I have always fantasized about building a cabin in the woods and living there for…maybe forever. Have you seen the Dick Proenneke documentaries? Proenneke went to Alaska in the 1960s and built a cabin by hand and lived there alone for 30 years. He documented the wildlife there and wrote in his journals and that was about it. Not at all like Thoreau or something like that – he was the real deal. I’d also like to write a novel. Ideally a good one.

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?

Psychologist, neuroscientist, or theoretical physicist. You know, the usual. Or a drummer.

I might have been a miner if I never started writing. I would have followed the path of my father and grandfather back home. Some kind of skilled trade. Right now, I’m an Editorial Manager at a digital PR company and have been doing that for 8 years. I suppose I would just be doing that, but not sure if I would have ever got there if it weren’t for writing. Maybe some other corporate gig. Living life and paying bills like anyone else.

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

Solitude and lack of money. It was something I could do completely alone, any time, any place, and virtually for free. If I had more money, I might have gone straight to buying an instrument and taking music lessons. It was also kind of easy. I didn’t really have to try at it. It came very naturally to write down all my thoughts and feelings. I felt I was good at it and later was good at shaping them and later was good and reading them aloud. Was I delusional? Maybe, but here we are!

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

I’m nearly finished reading A Case Against Reality by Donald Hoffman. It’s a non-fiction book by a cognitive/neuroscientist that theorizes on the nature of objective reality and human consciousness, under a cognitive and evolutionary-psychological context. It basically argues that objective reality as we perceive it is not actually there, and is more like a shadow of an underlying reality we can’t understand, which is required to survive as animals. I am not sure I agree (or understand) it all but it’s fascinating.

Some months back I finally watched Aftersun, a UK film by Charlotte Wells. A devasting movie about a daughter and father who is not mentally well. It’s sort of an homage to the director’s late father. I also just rewatched Come and See by Elem Klimov. A true classic about the absolute horrors and brutality of war. Painful to watch at parts but certainly one my favourites. The actor who played the kid, Aleksei Kravchenko, was just unreal.

20 - What are you currently working on?

I’m working on a new poetry collection, but I just started. I’m not sure what it’s going to be yet, but I think it’ll be calmer and quieter than my last collection. So far, it seems funnier. I’m also working on a non-fiction collaborative project. We’re just in the process of outlining it all. I think it will be good to stretch into a different genre. I also sing in a band called LINENS and we’re getting ready to record our first EP.

Overall, I have this sense of terror and dread about the future, but that can also be a good feeling. It propels me forward. Onwards.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Ongoing notes: late December, 2023 : Karen Solie, Paola Ferrante + HR Hegnauer,

Another year, another what? And so it goes; if you can imagine, The Factory Reading Series will be turning thirty-one years old in January (keep your eyes out for another event come the new year), and above/ground press as well, by the summer. Madness! Just what might 2024 bring? And hey, publishers should be mailing me more chapbooks! I’m really not seeing enough these days.

Montreal QC: I was very intrigued to see a chapbook by Karen Solie, WELLWATER (2023), produced as “Vallum Chapbook Series No. 37” by Montreal’s Vallum magazine. Solie is a writer that doesn’t seem to publish chapbooks that often, and I don’t think I’m aware, offhand, of any by her over the years save for those days prior to the publication of her debut, her chapbook Eating Dirt (1998) that appeared with Victoria chapbook publisher Smoking Lung Press (although a quick Google search offers that a further chapbook, Retreats, appeared with Toronto’s Junction Books in 2017). Otherwise, Solie is the author of six full-length collections: Short Haul Engine (London ON: Brick Books, 2001), Modern and Normal (Brick Books, 2005), Pigeon (Toronto ON: Anansi, 2009) [see my review of such here], The Road In Is Not the Same Road Out (Anansi, 2015), The Living Option: Selected Poems (Northumberland UK: Bloodaxe Books, 2013) [see my review of such here] and The Caiplie Caves (Toronto ON: Anansi, 2019) [see my review of such here]. Solie writes of basement suites, landscapes, foxes, and trees of a particular park, offering echoes of content familiar to anyone who follows her work; first-person lyric observations finely honed and crafted across a line any bird, to paraphrase Don McKay, would trust to light upon. As the poem “THE TREES IN RIVERDALE PARK” begins: “Diagonal paths quadrisect a square acre / white as the page in February.”

The fourteen poems in WELLWATER offer a curious grouping: as much as Solie is an author of individually-crafted lyric narrative poems, her collections offer an ebb and flow of deliberately-structured book-length compositions, and a shorter selection, then, moves in a slightly different manner; enough that I am curious to see how these poems interact with the book that might eventually come (her author biography does offer that a new collection is due to land in 2025). “I can’t make it right. Not the shadow lying on the snow,” she writes, to open the poem “BAD LANDSCAPE,” “not the snow, terrain sloping crudely toward / the poor outcome of a structure neither representational / nor abstract, and the sketched-out town beyond / ill-proportioned, depthless, and basic. There isn’t any sense / of an origin, of what Plato called the lower soul, / to animate what’s lacking with the spark of its / remainder.”

Toronto ON: Another title I picked up not long ago from Toronto publisher and poetry bookseller knife|fork|book [see my prior notes on other titles from the past few months here and here and here] is Toronto writer Paola Ferrante’s THE DARK UNWIND (2022) [see her recent ’12 or 20 questions’ interview here], a chapbook of poems wrapped in lyric anxieties, climate change and the Anthropocene. “The dinosaurs that didn’t die went slamming into windows,” the poem “Descendants” begins, “dazzled / by the colour of a gold. Instead of flight, they had their houses built / on tree tops, over many single blades of grass; they learned to run / on fossils of their dead.” Wrapped in cultural markers and large-scale historical trauma, this assemblage of first-person narrative lyrics an intriguing offering, and one, I hope, that will lead into a follow-up to her poetry debut from a couple of years back. There’s an increased sharpness to her lyrics, and clear evidence of a honed line and fine eye. Listen to the ending of the opening poem, “Asch’s Line Study In The Current Anthropocene,” that reads: “Before the river in the sky became a mudslide, / we stood for elevator talk about the weather as though we’d never / tried to buy the rain, as though the rain was not canaries, slamming / into windows. We chose, but stood in grocery lines and talked of / whether, as though we could still choose a time to see, as though / we’d get to choose when the power would go out.”

Brooklyn NY: Another title lost upon my desk until a recent mini-excavation is Excerpts from CONTRADITION AND NIGHT : GRACE (Portable Press @ Yo-Yo Labs, 2021) by Denver, Colorado poet and designer HR Hegnauer, published by Brooklyn poet, writer, editor and publisher (etcetera) Brenda Iijima. Hegnauer is a poet I’ve been aware of for some time but hadn’t yet read, author of the full-length collections Sir (Portable Press @ Yo-Yo Labs, 2013) and When the Bird Is Not a Human (Subito Press, 2018), as well as a handful of chapbooks, none of which I’ve seen, and now, curious as to why her work wouldn’t have made it across my radar before. Set in two sections, this work-in-progress excerpt offers the opening section “CONTRADICTION,” subtitled “To speak against,” a cluster of individually-numbered and repeated “DAY” poems, followed by the section “GRACE,” subtitled “The unmeried divine,” a cluster of individually-numbered and repeated “Thought” poems. As the opening piece to the short collection reads:

DAY 1

Life is like a small bus in the desert of your human. You can’t feel the heat unless you’re standing in the dirt. In which case you must ask yourself, would you like to stand in the dirt?

I look out the window towards the desert. Black walnut, organ pipe, saguaro, jumping cholla, sage, brittle brush, globe mallow, fish hook barrel, prickly pear, ocotillo. Scorpion, rattlesnake, collared lizard, horned lizard, fox, rabbit, coyote. I can’t see the people.

Hegnauer’s website describes this chapbook as “vignette essays,” which I’m curious about; intrigued, even. I’m curious, also, about the divide between “CONTRADICTION” and “GRACE,” between “DAYS” and “THOUGHT,” wishing to know a bit more about what makes those divisions, those divides. And where the presumably-eventual full-length collection might meet amid those clear demarcations. “It’s the sparseness that’s so loud here.” she writes, to open “DAY 5,” “Look up, look across the / desert. All that emptiness shows me at least twelve miles of itself, but / putting measurements in the desert is not a natural thing to do.” There is an enormous amount going on in these pieces, and these poem-essays are as deeply thoughtful as her lines are striking. As the poem “Thought 6” reads, in full:

“How do you say? My family hung themselves because too much torture,” you say.

Six nights by truck. Now it is time to walk. Get out and walk.

Om mani padme hum.

“Okay. Where does the sun set? Okay. We’ll go that way.”

A bit of yak butter to eat.

“Our eyes became sick. Because of the snow and the sun. You know, eye sick.”

Om mani padme hum.

“If we die, then we die together. But if we are life, then we are life together.”

Thirteen years old. Om mani padme hum. Where does the sun set?


Tuesday, December 26, 2023

new from above/ground press : Houbolt, Koss, Robinson, Dardis, Tucker, Oniță + Carr/mclennan

; But Then I Thought, by Kyla Houbolt $5 ; A PANDEMIC INVENTORY, SPRING-SUMMER 2020, BROOKLYN NY, by Zane Koss $5 ; Between the Lakes, by Ben Robinson $5 ; with the lakes, by Colin Dardis $5 ; The Last Horse / Prologue, by Aaron Tucker $5 ; Misremembered Proverbs, by Adriana Oniță $5 ; river / estuaries, by Julie Carr and rob mclennan $6 ;

AND DID YOU SEE THAT JASON CHRISTIE WON THE 2023 bpNICHOL CHAPBOOK AWARD IN NOVEMBER FOR HIS 2022 ABOVE/GROUND PRESS TITLE?  (second printing now available, as well as a Jason Christie bundle); and groundwork: the best of the third decade of above/ground press 2013-2023 (Invisible Publishing, 2023) is now available! see my introduction over at periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics!

keep an eye on the above/ground press blog for author interviews, new writing, reviews, upcoming readings and tons of other material; see the previous batch of backlist from October-November 2023 here;

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Forthcoming chapbooks by Julia Polyck-O'Neill, Sacha Archer, Dale Tracy, Melissa Eleftherion, Kyle Flemmer, Saba Pakdel, Lydia Unsworth, Katie Ebbitt, Russell Carisse, Micah Ballard, Cary Fagan, Amanda Deutch, Kyla Houbolt, Gary Barwin, Blunt Research Group, Phil Hall + Steven Ross Smith, Peter Myers, Terri Witek, Pete Smith and Angela Caporaso (among others, most likely); what else might 2024 bring?

Monday, December 25, 2023

merry holidays and christmas! etcetera,

This is the image on our holiday card this year, which was taken during that fateful Guardians of the Galaxy ride at DISNEYWORLD [see my report on that particular adventure here]. This picture was snapped well after my body had gone entirely limp, as I began to make my peace with death (it took a full two days for me to recover from that ride). There are many regrets upon taking that ride. I shall never mention this experience again. I will point out, as well, that I did not choose this image as our holiday photo. We shall speak no more of it.

Sunday, December 24, 2023

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Emily Osborne

Emily Osborne is the author of Safety Razor (Gordon Hill Press, 2023) and Biometrical (Anstruther Press, 2018). Her poetry, short fiction and Old Norse-to-English verse translations have appeared in journals such as Vallum, CV2, Canthius, The Polyglot, The Literary Review of Canada and Barren Magazine. Emily’s poetry has been shortlisted for several prizes, and won The Malahat Review’s Far Horizons Award for Poetry 2018. Emily has a PhD in Old Norse Literature from the University of Cambridge. She lives on Bowen Island, BC, with her husband and two young sons.

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 (Biometrical, Anstruther Press, 2019) and full-length collection (Safety Razor, Gordon Hill Press, 2023) definitely came as a fulfillment of a life-long goal. As a child I wrote copious amounts of poetry and stories and always dreamed of publishing a book. When I was focusing on my academic studies, that drive was directed into publishing articles and working on a critical book. After I decided to leave academia in 2016 and focus on my creative writing, one thing that was emotionally difficult was all the partial academic article manuscripts and book manuscripts I knew I would likely never publish. Holding my first chapbook and book took away a lot of that sting. And I am now working on a book that uses the knowledge I gained during my PhD studies in Old Norse-Icelandic Literature, which feels like another fulfillment and justification that the years in dusty libraries were not for nought. But more on that below!

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

I grew up in a house filled with books of poetry. My mother is a poet who did a PhD in Modern American poetry. The seeds were sown early. I love crafting prose as well, but poetry has always felt like the most natural habitat for me. After finishing a PhD and postdoctoral fellowship where I focused on poetry, it isn’t surprising that I was first inspired to write poetry once I turned my attention back to my creative writing.

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?

I’m definitely a snail, picking up little bits of dirt and pine needles as I inch along. Often I will think through a draft for a long time, mulling over an idea, researching and taking notes, thinking up interesting vocabulary. I make copious notes. Then, when I sit down to actually write, the process can be very quick or very slow. Most poems I will edit a lot. I’m a perfectionist regarding vocabulary and rhythm and work with imagery, bending and shaping an image until I feel it’s doing all it can. Most poems I will workshop with a writing group or with my husband, and then re-edit.

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

I quite enjoy readings and find it very helpful to see how audiences respond to my poetry when read aloud. One of the things I miss about working in academia during my PhD and postdoctoral years at Cambridge and UBC is the opportunity to lecture. I absolutely loved sharing material with students and seeing what kinds of insights and questions they brought to the texts. For me, one of the benefits to hearing an author read their work is that you can (hopefully) hear some background about the piece and learn about what makes that author tick. In my experience, a minority of people find this annoying and prefer to hear the poem or prose alone; most, however, enjoy the chance learn about the author and context. And the opportunity afforded by readings to meet new writers and readers is always amazing. I only wish I had the chance to do more readings, but right now, living in a remote location with two little kids means I cannot do as many as I would like.

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

Essential and (at least so far), not at all difficult! To date, editors have only suggested minor changes to my poems, but all feedback and affirmation is incredibly helpful. On my chapbook I worked with Blair Trewartha and onboarded all of his suggestions. Same story with my full-length book where I worked with Shane Neilson. While a suggestion to change a poem can sometimes feel jarring, every time I have stepped back and thought about how I can use that suggestion to make the poem better, the result has been a better poem.

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

Curiosity is one of the most powerful tools a writer can possess.

This, to me, has been so much more valuable than the more often repeated advice, “Write what you know.” Sometimes I think people get stuck on this latter advice about writing what they know, and cannot move beyond it, essentially writing the same poem over and over. Or else, the poem does not contain enough meat in it because it fails to address other perspectives, circumstances, etc. I think the most effective writing occurs when you are curious enough about a subject that you will assess it from many angles; even if it’s something you already know about, there is so much more to learn!

12 – What fragrance reminds you of home?

Scents that remind me of my childhood home in Southern Ontario are: snow, hot tarmac in summer heat, freshly-baked bread, Ivory dish detergent.

Scents that remind me of my current home on Bowen Island are: damp pine needles, cedar wood, my husband’s light roasted coffees, various children’s breakfast cereals gone soggy.

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?

Scientific facts are constantly inspiring me with ideas for poems and stories – it’s a challenge to elegantly work these amazing facts about the universe or the body into art, to engage in this dialogue between the ways the world works on our perceptions and the ways language works on our perceptions. My debut Safety Razor has lots of science sprinkled throughout, touching on memory, weather, DNA, linguistics, and ultrasound waves. I’m the kind of person who loves learning new things and loves finding connections among things I hadn’t previously viewed as connected. Film and visual art often find their way into my poems as well, although in a general sense as opposed to directly ekphrastic works describing a painting or film scene. Perhaps ekphrasis will be a future project!

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

For writing, I would love to write both an adult fantasy novel and a children’s fantasy novel. I have ideas for both, but not enough time to write them at present! Also I would love to write and publish more criticism and reviews

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?

In an alternate life, I am a professor of Old English and Old Norse Literature. In a second alternate life, I am an art historian. In a third alternate life, I am a ballet dancer. In a fourth alternate life, I am a professional chocolate taster. About this last one, I’m only partly serious. I eat way too much chocolate and have been described many times as a “hound dog” because I have very sensitive faculties of smell and taste.

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

Most of my reading or tv-viewing time these days is with my kids, and I’m therefore obliged to select from kid-friendly material. My husband and I just finished reading the kids E. B. White’s Charlotte’s Web at bedtime. I avoided reading this as a kid because I couldn’t get “into” animal stories. I grew up in a house where severe allergies prevented us from having pets and I didn’t develop relationships with animals until later in life. Wow, what a powerful story! I found myself smiling and teary throughout and impressed by the championing of humility, a virtue which seems largely forgotten these days.

The last great kids’ film I watched was The Song of the Sea (2014). Breathtaking visuals, spot-on narration, with a story that is both complex and simple to allow children to engage on many levels. My 4yo wanted to watch this over and over and, for once, I didn’t mind the repetition!

19 - What are you currently working on?

Finishing off a draft of an anthology of translations of skaldic poetry – a form of verse composed in Scandinavia between the ninth and fourteenth centuries. I’m so excited about sending this out to publishers and sharing this genre with the world. To date, there is no easily accessible and lyrical anthology of this genre, but it is incredibly fascinating and rewarding to read. These are the actual words of the Vikings and their descendants, and their poems give us a view of Viking Age and Medieval Scandinavia that is difficult or impossible to find elsewhere.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;


Saturday, December 23, 2023

rob's year in review! writing, books, chapbooks, travel etc

I’m usually so focused on reviewing, publishing, interviewing and actual writing that I tend to forget to broadcast elements of my actual literary work in this particular forum, so why not an overview? This past year saw an array of events, activity and chaos, although most of my actual literary production this past calendar year has been focused on non-fiction (book-length lyric essay) projects: the first half of the year, attempting to complete the manuscript of “Lecture for an Empty Room,” and, since June, pushing this new non-fiction project, “the genealogy book,” both of which I’ve been posting excerpts of on my enormously clever substack (among other prose-specific projects and threads, including a potential book of short essays on prose writers, and a handful of short stories, both from what might be a second manuscript of very very short stories, “Little arguments,” and a second manuscript of actual short stories, “Very suddenly, all at once”).

Oh, and my poetry title World’s End, came out with ARP Books in October, and it is lovely. This is the collection that immediately precedes the book of smaller (University of Calgary Press, 2022). And Invisible Publishing produced groundworks: the best of the third decade of above/ground press 2013-2023 a few weeks later, and it is gorgeous (see my introduction for such here). They hold the best of the second decade volume in their catalogue as well, if you’re looking for copies (I have a few of the first volume in storage, so prod me if you’re looking for that).

I spent a month across January-February working a poem sequence, “edgeless : letters,” that was produced as a chapbook through above/ground press in July. Honestly, I spent the year even saying to myself that I wasn’t really writing poems, and certainly, the bulk of my 2023 was working on prose projects, but I think I now have the core of another poetry manuscript, “edgeless,” that just needs a couple further items to be complete. Around the same time that “edgeless : letters,” was composed, I was also putting what became the finishing touches on a further poetry manuscript, “Autobiography,” some of which has appeared in the online chapbook Poems for Frank O'Hara's birthday (Palabrosa, 2023) and the print chapbook The Alta Vista Improvements (above/ground press, 2023), as well as through Horseshoe Literary Journal and the Chaudiere Books blog (and my own website, naturally), and issues of Arc Poetry Magazine, Event magazine, Grain magazine, periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics, Qwerty magazine, Stride magazine, South Dakota Review, The Peter F. Yacht Club and Volt: A Literary Magazine. Oh, and that call-and-response chapbook-length Covid-era collaboration Denver poet Julie Carr and I were working also appeared as a chapbook through above/ground press! I have a few excerpts of the writing diary I composed around such posted as part of my substack, by the way.

Summer saw the thirtieth anniversary event celebrating three continuous decades (and nearly thirteen hundred titles) published through my above/ground press; it was a great event! I posted a report on the reading, naturally, which you should read here. There were some other readings I organized across the year, as The Factory Reading Series slowly returns to life [Pearl Pirie was good enough to even post a report on one of those events this past year]. the ottawa small press fair, which I co-founded and organize, landing at the thirty year mark next fall, may have moved over to Tom Brown Arena permanently, by the way.

I even got interviewed a bunch this year! Including: by Hollay Ghadery for River Street Writing, November 2023 : by RC Weslowski and Kevin Spenst for Wax Poetic, August 2023 : by Erin Bedford for Pinhole Poetry, July 2023 : by Susan Johnston, CKCU, May 2023 : by Valerie Coulton, Palabrosa, May 2023 : by Sam Szanto, 20 Questions, February 2023 : and by Lori Hettler, The 40 but 10 interview series, January 2023. I keep a running list of links of various interviews with me over here. And did you see I finally added a page to a variety of links to reviews of my work on my author page? After years of complaining that no-one takes my work seriously, I thought that perhaps I should maybe give folk the opportunity to attend to those who actually had?

This year had a bunch of travel as well, which has been a huge relief, after that period of Covid-lockdown. I like posting reports on these travels, if for no other reason to recall what it is I’ve actually been doing (and for folk outside these events, a bit more knowledge of what various corners and communities might be up to), across the whirlwind of other activities, and you can catch reports on my readings at the Horseshoe Literary Festival in Corner Brook, Newfoundland in October, for ARP Books in Winnipeg in October and at the Art Bar in December. I was solo with the kids back in January, when Christine was at Banff Writing Studios, we went to Picton to visit father-in-law and his wife in July, did a big ridiculous drive with the kids a bit later [parts one, two and three], attended a two-day Adams Family (birth mother's family) reunion in August and went to Disneyland in November. Without these reports, how to keep track of it all? The Disney jaunt was interesting, although the three months prior to that was completely overloaded, including two book deadlines (for On Beauty and groundwork), with Corner Brook and Winnipeg thrown into the mix, so everything since that time did involve a bit of a collapse (although now that I've a collection of short stories accepted and forthcoming, it is a bit more of a push to further this novel I began during those early months of Covid; the story actually continues the thread of a couple of the stories in that particular book, which themselves follow a particular thread from my second published novel, missing persons, that The Mercury Press produced back in 2009...).

Christine and I are slowly working to think about fall 2024 touring, by the way. She has her third full-length title, Toxemia, a lyric/non-fiction hybrid memoir, out in the fall with Book*hug, and my collection of short stories, On Beauty, lands around the same time with University of Alberta Press, so we're thinking a bit of a tour might be in order. We've not done such a thing together, and my last really big bout of extended touring (beyond one-off readings here and there) was back in 2006 [part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten], before I landed my year as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta; since Christine and the kids, there really hasn't been the opportunity to repeat such a thing, especially together, so we're finally taking it. We're currently seeking options that might have funding attached, so we can afford to travel around a bit? Would be good to get to Fredericton, Montreal, St. Catharines, Peterborough, Calgary, Vancouver, Winnipeg, Edmonton, Hamilton, Victoria, etcetera. Very exciting, yes?

And keep in mind I'm still working on my thirteenth annual 'best of' Canadian poetry titles list for the dusie blog, which most likely lands on January 1st over there. See last year's list here! In case you aren't aware, I have been writing and posting some one hundred and fifty book reviews online (between blog and periodicities) over the past few years (I have yet to do a proper 2023 count, but I will include such as part of my 'best of' list), so it is good to get a handful of 'worth repeating' reviews out every year. Oh, and I'm reading in January in London, Ontario with Karen Schindler for Antler River Poetry: might we see you at that? Don't worry if you are unable, naturally; I'll most likely post a report.

Friday, December 22, 2023

Valerie Witte, A Rupture in the Interiors

 

[ 2.2 ]

We are bodies of evidence | a cadaver’s skin found frozen
in a glacier | To recover from shedding she discovered
a wall of pungent herbs | impressions
made in minerals disturbed | where winters pass dormant, the physical
record is sparse | A root ground to powder: why were things so difficult
to swallow | eaten by warblers or washed away | rain, then two opposing
clines conceal armor | external, evolution
of feathers | Fleeceflower, the blood cleaned cold | and the female
bigger still, without a mouth does not feed | but draws | for draping
fabrics, belts | repel a moth
mugwort, babies by rocking | a cigar waved carefully
as if rolling could alleviate | Absence extinguished before
contact but once it was dropped | And singed her |

I’m struck by the lineation and threads of Portland, Oregon poet and writer Valerie Witte’s latest full-length poetry title, A Rupture in the Interiors (Portland OR: Airlie Press, 2023), following a variety of her poetry and hybrid titles including a game of correspondence (Black Radish, 2015), The Grass Is Greener When the Sun Is Yellow (with Sarah Rosenthal; Operating System, 2019) and the chapbook Listening Through the Body (above/ground press, 2021), not to mention her forthcoming collection of experimental essays, One Thing Follows Another: Experiments in Dance, Art, and Life Through the Lens of Simone Forti and Yvonne Rainer (punctum books, 2024). A Rupture in the Interiors is structured through nine numbered sections—“1. IN THE COILS,” “2. FURS FOR THE FIELDS,” “3. AND THE MANY SHAPES OF CLAWS,” “4. AN INFERIOR BLUE AND FAST,” “5. IN UNPROTECTED WATERS,” “6. WHERE FEW LINGER,” “7. A FAITHFULLY RENDERED MARK,” “8. TO BE RENT AT THE SEAMS” and “9. AND IF WE DISAPPEARED PERMANENTLY”—with individual poems numbered within (the above poem, “[ 2.2 ],” for example, being the second poem in the second section), offering the assemblage as a single, ongoing book-length poem-thread. Witte’s lyric is knitted, stitched; a lyric that plays not simply with threading as imagery and content but as structure, and her threads are myriad, almost polyphonic and multi-directional, writing on perception and the body, and the very idea of what holds, however precarious it might sometimes seem, everything together. “When we are transformed clawless | out of water,” she writes, to open the poem “[ 6.4 ],” “| Also / red | garments are tents of deprivation by means of leaves / or lungs: ventilation | lost | Any organ unusable at times, decayed / could resemble | bellows [.]” Each individual poem propulsive, a kind of self-contained pulse across the larger and much broader, quilted, design. Or, as she offers in her “AFTERWORD”:

One night years ago, I dreamt I wrote a book called Silkyard.

I didn’t know then what the word meant—an orchard of mulberry trees; a length of fabric, measured; an open space where one might wander or forage, that could be transposed onto the written page. A story of transformation, metamorphosis. Various threads like these brought together to form a tapestry of sorts—their own rendering of a random night’s dreamscape.

With this series of images and interpretations in mind, and the compulsion to follow the directive delivered to my dream-self, I began to write this book. I interwove the language from texts exploring the history of silk and the anthropology of human skin with my own experiences, in particular the minor physical traumas related to skin and hair, seemingly superficial flaws that nonetheless, over a lifetime, take not only a physical but also an emotional toll.

The result was Silkyard [until the time of spinning], which became A Rupture in the Interiors, a text that traces the path of an individual through the course of a personal journey while also tracking that of the human species as a whole.