Sunday, November 8, 2009

Tribeadours and Snark Attacks

There's some back n forth--including a rather long-winded response from yours truly--over at Brenda Schmidt's place concerning the alleged problems of aesthetic tribes and the mean-spirited brute squad of poetry reviewing.

It's been said in that conversation that the poetry world of Montreal is schismatic. Aesthetically, this is no doubt true, but socially I've found the opposite to be the case. While I was living in Montreal and in subsequent visits, I've had very pleasant exchanges, and in some cases friendships, with Robert Allen, Oana Avasilichioaei, Stephanie Bolster, Asa Boxer, Suzanne Buffam, Jason Camlot, Angela Carr, Geoffrey Cook, Jon Paul Fiorentino, Corey Frost (whose apartment I took over when he moved to NY), Ian Ferrier, Gabe Foreman, Zach Gaviller, Susan Gillis, Katia Grubisic, Michael Harris, Jack Illingworth, Catherine Kidd, Leigh Kotsilidis, Michael Lista, John Lofranco, Dave McGimpsey, Sachiko Murakami, Eric Ormsby, Peter Richardson, Robyn Sarah, Carmine Starnino, Joshua Trotter, Melissa Weinstein. (And some fiction writers, too, but they don't count, now do they?) Now, some of these folks have aesthetic leanings similar to my own, but many of them write in very different directions. To say nothing of the fact that I met my wife while living in Montreal and our aesthetics couldn't be much more different; she writes historical documentary long poem/prose sequences and I tend to write isolated short lyrics, inclined towards the accentual/metrical. I would suggest that if a person finds the poetry communities of Montreal divided, it is more of a reflection on that person than on any irreconcilable rifts in the social fabric.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Launch Report

The launch last night was great fun; strong readings all round and a crowd of about 40 to hear them. Many books bought and sold; many good, and a few silly, conversations. All a launch should be. Alas, I neglected to bring my recorder, so it's lost to posterity. You'll have to take my word for it if you weren't there.

"Wells works wonders"

The Coast, a Halifax weekly, has a wee review of my litel bok.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Halifax Launch! Tonight!



Thursday, November 5, 6 pm, The Company House, 2202 Gottingen

Join me, Wayne Clifford and Amy Jones for a three-author launch. I'm launching my new book Track & Trace; Wayne is launching three (!) recently published books: Jane Again (Biblioasis), The Exile's Papers Vol. II (Porcupine's Quill) and Learning to Dance with a Peg Leg: Three Dozen Tunes for a Third Mate; and Amy is launching her Metcalf-Rooke Award-winning collection of short stories What Boys Like and Other Stories.

Each of us will give a reading and books will be sold. Come one, come all!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wellses: Always Ahead of the Curve

An interview with my dad about his role in pioneering advances in renewable energy research on PEI:


Notes from The Last Time: Andy Wells and the Institute of Man and Resources from Peter Rukavina on Vimeo.

Monday, November 2, 2009

PAN(DEM)IC

A boy has died, a boy has died! And half
the city queues outside to get a shot
for keeping flu at bay. Oy vey! what a lot
of panic a misjudged lede can cause. I'd laugh,
but all this hogwash kind of makes me sad;
the parents dragging kids out in the dark
and rain to prevent them getting sick?
These selfsame twits who pull their healthy kids
from class are glad to pack them off on buses
without belts or airbags, with cash
to pay for Coke and french fries in the caf.
The med supply's dried up and the pack-
a-day mom--her bottle-fed daughter made high-risk
by asthma--is screaming murder, smokin' mad
her precious girl gets no protection.
Days like this make me want to spread infection.

Middle Brow Lit Lovers, Where Are You?

Jacob Mooney asks where the lit festival crowd--that elusive critter otherwise known as the non-specialist reader--is during the other fifty weeks of the year. I've noticed this same phenomenon on several occasions: how if you make people pay and create an atmosphere of sanctioned legitimacy, folks'll line up for literary events, whereas all the free ones held in cafes and bars are attended mostly by writers and their friends/family. I rather suspect it has something to do with the desire of some people to appear "cultured" by going to high profile cultural events where they will be seen by other people who also wish to appear cultured.

ZW on the Ceeb

I'm being interviewed today by Stephanie Domet, host of the local CBC afternoon show, Mainstreet. It's a taped interview, so I'm not sure when exactly it will be on, but it'll be sometime between 3 and 6 pm, Atlantic time. I'll try to find out more precisely when I'm down for the taping later.

And Thursday, I'm launching Track & Trace here in Halifax. It's going to be a great event. Amy Jones, this year's Metcalf-Rooke Award-winner, will be here from Toronto launching her story collection What Boys Like & Other Stories; and my good friend Wayne Clifford's driving up from Grand Manan Island to launch, belatedly, his excellent collection Jane Again, as well as, in more timely fashion, the second volume of his sonnet sequence, The Exile's Papers (which I've not yet read, but am looking forward to very much). This is a three-book year for prolific Wayne; he's also launching his limited edition collection Learning to Dance with a Peg Leg: Three Dozen Tunes for a Third Mate. This is a terrific book; I picked one up this summer when I was on Grand Manan for Wayne's launch there.

Launch details: November 5, 6 pm, The Company House, 2202 Gottingen. Hope to see you there!

UPDATE: I taped the interview today, but am told that it'll be broadcast on Wednesday afternoon. Then, you can hear me choke on simple questions about my life.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

"Oddly hopeful and more alive"

Brenda Schmidt on Shane Neilson's Meniscus. Did I mention that I edited this amazing book? Glad it's finding appreciative readers; hope it finds lots more.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Zach Wells Sucks Forum

Think I suck? Like to talk about it with like-minded folk? Well, now you can!

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Friday, October 30, 2009

Paul Vermeersch on T & T

Paul Vermeersch has posted a brief review of Track & Trace on his blog. Thanks, Paul.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

We should have more mature conversations...

...about cheating and stealing. Indeed.

CLM out and about

My post on Creationism and why it should be taught has been picked up by Maisonneuve. It looks pretty much the same over there, but I thought I'd point it out in case anyone wants to see if it generates any back and forth. So far, not much action, other than a diligent spell-checker.

For the Record.

Not me.

Would the Real Bachinsky Please Stand Up

Monday, October 26, 2009

Guriel on Dodds and Johnston

He likes them both, how about that? Good to see some south-of-the-border exposure for the quick and the immortal.

Linda Besner

tries to figure out what to call her book. (About a third of the way into the podcast.) I've been reading Linda's poems in the recently published anthology Rutting Season. Good stuff; I'm looking forward to her book, whatever it's called.

Also on this podcast is an interview with Norman Doidge, whose book is amazing.

Creationism should be taught in science classes

So say 54% of Britons, apparently. Well, 54% of the almost 1000 people polled. It might come as a surprise to regular readers of this blog that, whatever the numbers might be, I actually agree.

The unfortunate thing about a poll is that, however "scientific" it might be, the results tend to be presented in the media without any sense of possible nuance in the answers.

The unfortunate thing about a lot of hard science advocates--and I consider myself to be one--is that they tend to see clear-cut boundaries where there's actually a considerable amount of haze. The thing about modern science is that it's part of an epistemological continuum. The history of myth and the history of science are not 100% discrete and science should not be taught in an ahistorical manner. Both myth--the picture of creation presented in Genesis, e.g.--and science--the story of evolution as told by Darwin and his followers--spring from the human desire to explain origins and predict destinies. To teach only Darwinian evolution, divorced from the intellectual and cultural contexts in which it, ahem, evolved is to paint a picture of spontaneous intellectual generation--to borrow terminology from another debunked hypothesis I learned about in Biology 11.

Darwin's version is an improvement upon earlier stories. It is supported by enough evidence to be a bona fide theory and not merely a hypothesis. Creationism has a lot of company. Lamarckism, for instance, which is routinely taught in schools, in precisely the way it should be: as a theory that once had some scientific currency, but is now discredited. (Notwithstanding the fact that Canada's federal science minister still thinks it's valid.) Incorporating Creationism into science curricula gives teachers the opportunity to present it for what it is: an antiquated idea that should not be taken seriously as a useful path to anything resembling objective truth. Leaving these topics to religion classes--of which I had none in my 13 years of pre-university schooling and which are probably only de rigueur in religious schools--is to risk having them taught as valid scientific theories and increases the risk of significant portions of the population thinking that one "theory" is as good as any other. Why would you want to do that?

One of the people quoted in the Guardian piece says that the poll results show how ignorant "the public" is. The public doesn't get that way by accident and it won't be cured by ignoring or suppressing certain topics in the curriculum.

Joshua Trotter

gets questioned. I'm very pleased to be editing Josh's forthcoming collection. He's got mad skillz.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

US vs. UK

Thanks to Josh for the tip on this piece about the differences between US and UK poetry. The focus is largely sociological, which is inevitable. I'm increasingly skeptical about comparisons of this nature--as in my conversation with Molly Peacock on the subject of the supposed difference between US and Canadian poetry. Generalising tends to obscure and elide at least as much as it reveals. Still this seems like a solid and reasonable take on the topic--in large part because its author is conscious of the problem.

UNDERWHELMED, IF THAT'S A WORD

I'd say the book was disappointing,
but I had no expectations
of its excellence, so that would be
misleading. I'd say my team's performance
fails to satisfy, but its salary
and management point to precisely
such a mediocre season. I'd complain
about the weeds that choke my garden,
but their presence is testament to my
indifferent stewardship. I'd say inadequate
is not the proper word to summarise
the manifest insufficiencies
of life here as we know it, but I
can think of nothing better at the moment.

Thomas Lynch on the Mathematical Puzzle of Poems

So much of poetry depends on such counting and calculation, figuring and refiguring the stressed and unstressed syllabics of language, the iambics of our heartbeats and heartbreaks, lexicons and clockworks, inspirations, expirations, meters and rhymes.

Friday, October 23, 2009

The Essential Kenneth Leslie

The listing for The Essential Kenneth Leslie, a book I'm very proud to have edited, is now up at The Porcupine's Quill website.

Clive James

An interesting piece on the poet, critic, songwriter and TV host.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

"Critical Prose Before Egos"

Funny how things cycle around in the wash basin of the lit scene. Picked up the new issue of Quill & Quire today. Their "Last Word" column in this number is by a writer and reviewer named Claude Lalumière and the title is the same as this post's. The subtitle: "Authors who complain about negative reviews need to grow up."

My my, how snarky. Yet, as is so often made manifest, hell hath no snarkiness like an author scorned. Lalumière goes on to recount some anecdotes of hate mail and paranoid complaints. This should sound familiar to anyone who's done any amount of honest reviewing. He has some none too kind words for the poor darlings who say he and others should play nice:

"Another blogger ... mentioned a dismissive review of his own first novel and went on at length about how hurtful negative reviews are to authors, whining about all the hard work that goes into creating a book.
I find that attitude, so pervasive in the writing community, both unprofessional and childish."


Hells ya!


"Too many writers like to talk about what hard work it is to write. Get over it. Life is hard for everyone, and we writers don't deserve special treatment."


Say it, brotha!


"An author's work is not published in a vacuum, but within literary and cultural contexts. The critic's job is to situate and evaluate a work within those parameters."


I'd say "duh," but I'm constantly having to explain this to people who think I shouldn't bring in to a review anything from outside the book, that doing so is somehow automatically "ad hominem."


"[I]sn't having your work discussed at all, amid the chaos and sheer varietyof cultural products available to the public, preferable to having it ignored?"


Well, it should be, but some people apparently just want to be left alone.

Stuart Ross's "Heron"

Thanks to Alex Good for reminding me what an amazing and profoundly sad poem this is.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Some of the searches that bring people here crack me up...

...but maybe that's because I'm not a real Nova Scotian:

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Guest Post: Juvenal

As translated by Peter Green:

You get the same stuff from them all, established poet
And raw beginner alike. I too have winced under the cane
And concocted ‘Advice to Sulla’: Let the despot retire
Into private life, take a good long sleep, and so on. When you find
Hordes of poets on each street-corner, it’s misplaced kindness
To refrain from writing. The paper will still be wasted.
Why then have I chosen to drive my team down the track
Which great Lucilius blazed? If you have the leisure to listen
Calmly and reasonably, I will enlighten you.
When a flabby eunuch marries, when well-born girls go crazy
For pig-sticking up-country, bare-breasted, spear in fist;
When the barber who rasped away at my youthful beard has risen
To challenge good society with his millions; when Crispinus -
That Delta-bred house-slave, silt washed down from the Nile -
Now hitches his shoulders under Tyrian purple, airs
A thin gold ring in summer on his sweaty finger
(‘My dear, I couldn’t bear to wear my heavier jewels’) -
Why then, it is harder not to be writing satires.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Cool News


This is a page from a quarterly published somewhere in the former Yugoslavia. (I'm not sure where, or I'd not use such outmoded terminology.) It features a review of an anthology of Canadian poetry translated into Serbo-Croatian, edited by Goran Simic, in which appear three poems from Unsettled: "Small Song of Wonders", "Herman Nelson" and "Reaching the Mountains." I haven't got my copy yet. I'm very curious to see what my poems look like in a language I have no idea how to speak. I'm curiouser yet to know how they sound.


"The lyric is a severely underappreciated... hey, is this thing on? I don't even know how these doohickeys work. Hello?"

Ouch


"Kids these days..."


Succor

Reactionary Anglican? Hate women and fags (but harbour secret hankerings for young lads)? Fear not, pilgrim, the Catholic Church wants you.

Chris Banks...

...is blogging, and appears to be channelling Andy Rooney. Youngsters these days! (It should be pointed out that Brian Palmu is almost fifteen years older than the supposedly "senior poet" he is trashin' in Oedipal fashion. Speaking of, you know, mythological implications and what not.)

On a less mocking and "snarky" note, very cool to see he's got himself a letterpress machine. One of these days, I'd like to have one myself.

But for now, back to mathematically solving the puzzle of poems!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

A Few Li'l Things

Fraser Sutherland's review of Track & Trace is now online at the Q&Q site.

My review of Lorna Crozier's memoir is also online at Q&Q.

The Essential Kenneth Leslie, edited by yours truly, is now available for pre-order on Amazon.

Hot on the heels of its GG nomination, Carmine Starnino's This Way Out has been shortlisted for the QWF A.M. Klein Award. I'm happy to hear this; I had to decline an invitation to judge this award because I would have been in conflict of interest vis-a-vis Carmine's book. Glad the jurors seem to like it as much as I do.

Also shortlisted for the QWF Hugh MacLennan prize is my friend Harold Hoefle's very good novel-in-stories, The Mountain Clinic. Congrats to Carmine and Harold.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

A'right, a'right, a'right

I know you've all been waiting eagerly for my verdict on the GG poetry list. Alas, it doesn't look like there's any dirty dealing this year. (Correct me if I'm wrong.) And there's at least one very worthy book on the shortlist. That book is Carmine Starnino's This Way Out, which I'm very glad to see get the recognition.

I've read none of the other books in their entirety, so can't say with any authority whether they're good or bad choices. But I will say that I'd be amazed if Philip Kevin Paul's book is much good, based on what I've seen of his work in the past. I've read parts of McFadden's book, and what I read was uneven, occasionally slight, occasionally quite lovely; one might say the same of his body of work. I've read almost none of Sina Queyras' work, but the excerpt I saw on Coach House's website didn't make me want to pick up this book; struck me as having, to borrow Keats' phrase, rather palpable designs on its reader. I've been meaning to read more David Zieroth for a while; I saw a pretty nifty suite of poems by him in Event a while back.

It's a pretty symmetrical shortlist, save for the fact that four of the five poets are male. Two are senior poets; two are no longer young but not yet old and both are nominated for their fourth book; the fifth, Paul, is the requisite upstart and a politically progressive choice. I heard Sherman Alexie talking to Eleanor Wachtel on the radio the other day. He said an interesting thing: that native writers are all simultaneously overrated and underrated; overrated by white people, simply because they're native and underrated by natives because they're not native enough. I have to suspect that Paul finds himself on this list because of the former.

If so, this is a pity not just because it's passively racist and does no good politically, but because it prevents a number of noteworthy books from getting the same recognition. This is, on the whole, an underwhelming list. Where is David O'Meara's Noble Gas, Penny Black? Patrick Warner's Mole? Karen Solie's Pigeon? Lisa Robertson's Magenta Soul Whip? (I've yet to read it, but I suspect that Robyn Sarah's recently released Pause for Breath would have also made a strong candidate.) If, as seems to be the case most years, there's some felt need to propel a younger writer into the spotlight, why not Jason Guriel for his whipsmart Pure Product? Or James Langer for his earthily lyrical Guns Dogs? All of these books were so good that I have a hard time imagining the four that did make the list being better. Had four (or even two, come on) of these books made the list, Carmine's book would have some bona fide competition. Maybe he does. Maybe I should give the other shortlisted titles a closer look. But I kind of doubt it. And I doubt, seeing what got left off, that Carmine will win, even tho I think he should. We'll see. My bet: Zieroth.

There are two books that are rather too close to me for me to be objective, but that I would have loved to see get some attention: Shane Neilson's Meniscus (which I edited) and Wayne Clifford's Jane Again. Ain't that the problem with these stupid winner-take-all awards...

I'm off on the rails tomorrow. Been a while and thought I'd be called upon no more till, maybe, xmas. But I've lucked out, just in time to delay my search for winter income. Hi ho, hi ho.


Monday, October 12, 2009

Riddle Me This

The good folks at Riddle Fence want your exceptionally good verse or prose. Details below:

Call for Submissions to Riddle Fence Issues #5 & 6
For Immediate Release
Kill Date: December 1, 2009

Riddle Fence, a journal of arts & culture, is accepting submissions for its fifth and sixth issues. We are now considering previously unpublished submissions of poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction. Please send no more than 3-4 poems OR 1 piece of prose, maximum 5,000 words in length. Payment is $30 per printed page (prose and poetry) for first Canadian serial rights, plus a copy of the issue in which your work appears.

What are we looking for? What is anyone looking for: brilliance, innovation, that certain je ne sais quoi de sage-like insight that will blow away the doldrums and give our lives greater meaning. Thus far, we’ve published the work of Mary Dalton, Jeramy Dodds, Monica Kidd, Elise Partridge, Carmine Starnino, Russell Wangersky, and many others [ed: *cough* Zachariah Wells *cough*].

The deadline for submissions is December 1, 2009.

E-mail submissions can be sent to the genre appropriate email address below. Please submit work as Word or Rich Text Format attachments and include in the body of your email as well:


Submissions may also be made by regular post (please include a self-addressed stamped envelope or sufficient IRC postage in the case of submissions from outside Canada):

Riddle Fence
PO Box 7092
St. John's, NL
A1E 3Y3

For information, contact info@riddlefence.com, or visit our website: www.riddlefence.com

Friday, October 9, 2009

Ursus on T&T

The enigmatic Dr. Ursus has an informal response to the Poetry Weekend and Track & Trace on his blog:


I personally think the Seth illustrations are straight outta Calvin and Hobbes, I kept looking for a Transmogrifier and Calvin clones. I don’t want to share my book with anyone; and Zach’s book is polluted by “Decorated By Seth” prominently displayed on the cover. I’m sure Zach would agree that it’s the poetry that matters, and I think that’s where I’ll dwell: his first book, Unsettled, was hobbled by its abrasively true blue collar cred, its insistence on the worth of the working man. But Track and Trace is transcendent: it’s got sonnetry, it’s got acrostics, even a Purdy imitation, but the important part is that the form is not the cause or the concern, it’s the rocket fuel: the poems jitter and shake, they move their mountains, and though I’d still say of Zach that there is a tethering coldness (I’m sure he’d retort that my poems go so far that they manipulate emotionally) this collection heats up, almost paradoxically, because of its reserve. I was impressed and surprised. I think it will go far. Surely the idiots who generically challenge him, saying the criticism outpaces the poetry, will have to shut up, or at least revise upward. Intelligence has been cultivated, and though there are a few too many “I’ve been everywhere man” poems crippled by in-your-face anaphora, the rescuing and elevating poems are just too numerous for him not to find his ideal audience. This is a great book.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Carmine Starnino reads with Paul Durcan...

...in London? New York? Toronto? Nosir, in Cobourg, ON. Great opportunity to see a distinguished internationally renowned poet in an intimate setting:

Paul Durcan will do a Poetry Reading in Cobourg Tuesday, October 13, 2009 (MEET AT 66 KING EAST).

This is an amazing opportunity the Cobourg Poetry Workshop has been given!

Paul Durcan is an internationally acclaimed poet from Ireland who is a past winner of the prestigious Whitbread Prize and who is the author of over 25 critically-praised collections of poetry.

(Mr. Durcan will be reading in Cobourg 11 days before he reads in Toronto at the Harbourfront Reading series.)

To accommodate Mr. Durcan's busy schedule, our reading will be held on Tuesday, October 13 -- instead of our usual 3rd Thursday (so, not October 15).

Because Paul Durcan will give a 40 minute reading, this evening will feature only 2 poets (rather than our usual 3 readers).


Our second Guest Poet will be Carmine Starnino from Montreal.

We anticipate we could surpass what has been our biggest audience until now.

Below are 2 links you can click.

The first is some information about Paul Durcan:

http://www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth01J17P482412620204

The second links to an excellent piece in Northumberland Today (Thursday, October 8, 2009 edition), titled:

"Famed poets Durcan, Starnino to read in Cobourg Oct. 13"

The url is:

http://www.northumberlandtoday.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=2090188

Doors open 7:00 p.m. Tuesday, October 13, 2009 - MEET AT 66 KING EAST, Cobourg.

Michael Reynolds answers some questions

Cool little Q&A with Michael Reynolds over at Open Book Toronto, which I post here for purely self-serving reasons, as Michael names Jailbreaks as one of three books he'd give to a visitor as a welcome to Canada present. I recently completed one of these same Q&A's and, shamefully, also named Jailbreaks. But c'mon, I'm unemployed and I get a deal on them!

Belated Poetry Weekend Post Mortem

As promised, a belated report on the Poetry Weekend.

First off, I have to admit that when I got the schedule for the readings, my heart sunk a bit. Over fifty readings in six sets over two days sounds, in the abstract, rather more like something out of Dante's vision of hell than a pleasant way to spend a weekend. The Poetry Weekend started spontaneously in 2004 and remains "the most disorganised literary festival in Canada," but it has certainly grown into a popular destination for poets from all over the country. My chagrin at the epic size of the event proved to be ill-founded, but more on that anon.

When I arrived at Shane Neilson's parents' house--where I was crashing for the weekend--I got my first look at Track & Trace as a printed and bound book. I was not disappointed. I can't say how lucky I am to have a publisher like Biblioasis, without whom I would probably never have had the privilege of a book designed by Seth.

I also got my first look at Meniscus, Shane's first trade collection, which I had the honour and pleasure of editing for the press. It's a helluva book. There aren't many poets out there with the combination of sheer guts and craft to be found in Shane's poems.

Friday night, we met up with Sharon McCartney, Karen Schindler (in town for the festivities from London, ON) and Mark Jarman, then headed out for Goose Lane Editions' fall launch. Quite the do. I was amazed how many townsfolk turn out for a book launch in Fredericton. I think it really speaks to that publisher's strong roots in the community. There, met up with several folks, including Brent MacLaine--who was launching his new book, Athena Becomes a Swallow--, my good friend Wayne Clifford and Goose Lane poetry editor and host of the festival Ross Leckie.

On Saturday morning, we got down to the serious business of listening to people read poems. To make a long story short, I was very pleasantly surprised. Not only were there a helluva lot of good readings of good poems, but, most importantly for such epic bouts of sitting and listening, the pace was brisk throughout the weekend. Some highlights that stood out for me: Brent MacLaine doing a very theatrical reading in the voice of an indignant Greek mendicant; Sharon McCartney's "uplifting" poem of praise for Fredericton; Shane Neilson's reading of his "Love Poem," which gave me that much sought-after spinal tingle; ditto for Peter Norman's reading of "Up Near Wawa"; Jeffery Donaldson's on-the-spot cento, incorporating lines from every single poet who read prior to him; much else that was very good to excellent.

The Saturday night party was great fun, too, as always. Shane, a much more sober and sensible soul than I, left relatively early, so I had to find a place to catch a few winks before the Sunday readings. I snuck into Mark Jarman's house and slept on his couch. He never even knew I was there. Till I told him.

I read on Sunday night as part of an outstanding set of readers. If you want to hear the whole thing, see my earlier post or head over to Branta, where Eric Hill has itemized things far more nicely than I did. If you just want to hear my reading, here it is:


The sun was breaking out as I left Oromocto Monday morning, but most of my 450 km ride was wet. Fortunately, I had my books in a rubbermaid box, but my leathers are still damp and crusted with road salt. Last long ride I'll be taking before the bike goes into storage for the winter.

The rest of October's quiet for me in terms of readings, but I've got some things coming up next month in Ottawa, Kingston and Toronto, which should be good fun.

It's looking like I'll be getting no more work on the railroad this year. Normally, I love this point of the year, but I worked so little this year, that I'm left in a precarious spot now: I didn't get enough hours to open a new EI claim, so I'm going to have to figure out how to generate sufficient income to eke out the winter. If anyone needs some editing done, I'm your man, eh.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Purdy contest

Owen Percy at the U of Calgary asked me to pass this along, for anyone who's interested. I might enter myself, but for the fact that I already wrote and published such a poem...

POETRY CONTEST: After Al Purdy

Following Al Purdy’s death in 2001, The Al Purdy A-Frame Trust was formed
in order to save the poet’s home in Ameliasburgh, Ontario from the
wrecking ball by transforming it into a writer-in-residence retreat. This
retreat will offer Canadian authors and critics a secluded, historical
setting in which to develop the manuscripts that will shape the next
generation of Canadian literature. Towards this end, the After Al Purdy
Poetry Contest offers poets the chance to engage textually with the legacy
of one of Canada’s most important poets, while also contributing to the
fundraising initiative to save the A-frame.

The Contest: We are seeking poems that engage in some direct way with Al
Purdy’s poetry, poetics, and/or poetic legacy. There is no limit on the
length or number of poems submitted as long as the appropriate entry fees
are included. The judges will select the top three poems in each category
(see Categories, below). Event, The New Quarterly, and The Antigonish
Review will each publish two of the winning poems in 2010. The winners
will also receive a selection of titles from Harbour Publishing (including
Paul Vermeersch's forthcoming The Al Purdy A-Frame Anthology) and Freehand
Books.

Categories: Entries will be judged under one of two categories: emerging
poet or established poet. An established poet is someone who has published
a book of poetry (longer than a chapbook), or has one forthcoming with a
confirmed publisher.

Contest Fee/Donation: Entry fee is $10/poem, with all monies thus
collected going directly to The Al Purdy A-Frame Trust. Further donations
to this initiative are welcomed and encouraged. Tax receipts will be
issued, upon request, for any submission fee/donation of $50 or more.
Cheques and money orders must be made out to The Al Purdy A-Frame Trust.

How To Enter: Send a cover letter identifying under which category your
poem(s) is/are to be judged, along with one hard copy of each poem, and
the appropriate entry fee ($10/poem) to:

After Al Purdy Poetry Contest, Department of English, University of
Calgary, 2500 University Dr. NW, Calgary, AB. T2N 1N4

Please include your contact information, including your name and email
address at the top right-hand corner of each submitted poem. Email
submissions will not be accepted. Please keep a copy of poem(s) submitted;
entries will not be returned.

Contest Closing Date: Entries must be post-marked by Friday, November 13,
2009. Winners will be announced by January 1, 2010, and will have their
winning poems published in 2010. Entries will be judged by University of
Calgary English Department graduate students and faculty:
Suzette Mayr, Owen Percy, Robyn Read, and Tom Wayman.

Sponsored by the English Department at the University of Calgary, Freehand
Books, Harbour Publishing, The Antigonish Review, Event, and The New
Quarterly.

Visit After Al Purdy Contest on the web at
www.english.ucalgary.ca/afteralpurdy
More information on The Al Purdy A-Frame Trust can be found at www.alpurdy.ca

Poetry Weekend Audio

At last, after several abortive attempts, I've got all the audio from the 2009 UNB Poetry Weekend uploaded to archive.org. Check it out, if you've got a few hours to kill...


Here's the breakdown on the readings:

1. Ross Leckie reads Dodds, Matt Robinson, Justin Joschko, John Reibetanz, Josh Trotter, Sarah Khokhar, Matt Mott, Daniel Renton, Sue Sinclair

2. Leigh Kotsilidis, Jennifer Houle, Rebecca Geleyn, Allison Lasorda, Gerry Beirne, Karen Schindler, Sharon McCartney, Peter Norman

3. John Donlan, A. F. Moritz, Kevin Connolly, Christina McRae, John Wall Barger, Brent MacLaine, Jesse Ferguson, Jeffery Donaldson

4. Peter Forrestell, Celia Thompson, John Donlan, April Ripley, Michael deBeyer, Brian Bartlett, Ross Leckie, Danielle Devereaux

5. Holly Luhning, Shane Neilson, Matthew Tierney, Tammy Armstrong, Danny Jacobs, A. F. Moritz, Carson Butts, Eric Letcher

6. Zachariah Wells, Vanessa Moeller, James Langer, John Reibetanz, Katia Grubisic, Anita Lahey, Sue Sinclair, Ross Leckie reads Jeramy Dodds



Monday, October 5, 2009

Back Home

Got back from Fredericton late this afternoon, wet and tired. Great weekend. Really great. I will tell you all about it when I'm drier and more alert. I'll also upload and post recordings of the readings. But I beg your patience, as Tuesday and Wednesday are my heaviest parenting days and I've got other things nipping at my heels.

In the meantime, might I direct you towards Bloggamooga, where Stuart Ross has posted his latest column. Coincidentally, it's on the topic of Theme and/or Project Books. Seems to be in the zeitgeist.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Track & Trace cover



Finally, folks, here's a facsimile of the front cover of Track & Trace. I say facsimile because all those footprints won't actually have a colour on the finished hard copy, but will be debossed into the stock. Can't wait to see what it actually looks/feels like.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Have book, will travel

I'm off Friday morning to attend the sixth annual UNB Poetry Weekend in Fredericton. This will be my fifth time attending; couldn't make it last year as I was at the Ottawa Writers Fest, which seduced me away with more money and beer. The Poetry Weekend is always a lot of fun, even if it is something of a feat of endurance to attend all the readings. This year, there are apparently 45 readers over the course of six readings on Saturday and Sunday.

It was looking touch-n-go for my new book making it to the weekend, but got word tonight that the good folks at Coach House have managed to bind up 20 copies each of my book and Shane Neilson's Meniscus (also published by Biblioasis and edited by yours truly), which they'll be delivering to Shane in Guelph before he takes off for NB. Kudos and thanks to publisher and printer both.

I'm also supposedly launching T&T in Charlottetown a week tomorrow, but haven't squared up all the details with the venue yet. More anon.

Another Moronic Minister

No wonder Harper is always keeping his people from talking to the media. Oy.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Another Felicitous Find in the Rootbed

The English language is a similar historical mishmash of homage and pragmatism. We include Greek, Latin, French, Old English, and many other roots, at a cost known to every first- and second-grader. Linguists classify English as a morphophonemic writing system because it represents both morphemes (units of meaning) and phonemes (units of sound) in its spelling, a major source of bewilderment to many new readers if they don't understand the historical reasons. ... In essence, English represents a "trade-off" between depicting the individual sounds of the oral language and showing the roots of its words.

--Maryanne Wolf, Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain


And that, brothers and sisters, is another reason why the English language poet is better off paying attention to the little bits than the big books.

The Pre-Poem Moment

I'm very pleased to be included in a new Frog Hollow Press anthology. My contribution is an essay on my poem "Achromatope," previously published as a Frog Hollow broadside.

Here's the bumpf:

APPROACHES TO POETRY: the pre-poem moment

edited by SHANE NEILSON

The origin of poetry is presumed to be
song; but what is the origin of the poem?
This anthology attempts to explain the
origins of original poems by asking 27
poets to create a dialogue with a favourite
poem (their own) in the form of an essay.
The poets were given free reign in
answering; some were short and sharp,
others ranged further, thinking of the
essay as an opportunity to discover the
means of poetry, how biography and
image and the right words render them-
selves unto the poem.

The results are sometimes essayistic
and sometimes indivisible from their
poetic origins. Poets can be as various as
reaching back to Robert Browning, side-
ways to a heteronym, or forward to the
process of revision. Each of the poets
surprised themselves as they trawled
their consciousness, discovering not just
the elements of their poems, but their
process.

essays & poems by:

mark abley
brian bartlett
john barton
stephanie bolster
tim bowling
ron charach
evie christie
wayne clifford
geoffrey cook
jason dewinetz
crispin elsted
ben hart
jessica hiemstra-
van der horst
amanda jernigan
jim johnstone
monica kidd
m. travis lane
nyla matuk
alison pick
harold rhenisch
claire sharpe
goran simic
sue sinclair
david solway
carmine starnino
sara tilley
zachariah wells

The Radish Patch

In my last post I went off on a bit of a tangent about roots and radishes. Then today, reading Margaret Avison's recently published posthumous autobiography, I Am Here and Not Not-There, I came across the following passage:

And is it today's defiant shrugging off of history that dictates the plastic quality of its new words? Plastic, not organic. There are roots and matted interweavings, across continents and down the centuries, underneath the words we have inherited, the language that shapes our responses, our understanding, our wit, e.g. (radical, radish, eradicate)!

Quick connections, and gradually resonant overtones: we need them both.


Love it when this sort of coincidence happens.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Projected Verse

Jacob Mooney has weighed in with a very thoughtful response to the dialogue Michael Lista and I were having the other day, and to the Jason Guriel interview that initially prompted it.

Again, I can't emphasize strongly enough that I don't object to the thematic collection, per se. What bugs me is the extent to which that approach has been normalized as The Way To Go for poetry. To me, a classic example of what I mean was a younger (i.e. my age) poet saying to me one day that she really didn't want to continue with the "project" she'd been working on, but felt obliged to do so because she'd received a grant for the purpose.

Another poet of my acquaintance once told me that she liked the project she was working on because she was never at a loss for what to write about on any given day. Which is understandable, but doesn't exactly sound like it's apt to produce the kind of pressure under which good poems tend to get written. And I should add that both of these poets are very talented writers. If it was only mediocre writers who got influenced by all this business, it would be of no concern.

Part of what bugs me about the project paradigm is that it can be a kind of reification of a Protestant work ethic which, to me, is antithetical to art. Maybe this is just because I'm basically lazy, prone to procrastination and have a lousy attention span, but I'd really like to hear more people say, hey, if you don't know what to write about, don't worry about it. Not writing is OK. (A nifty bit in Guriel's book is an unfinished sonnet corona; the form itself says "Look, it's okay to quit.") It might even lead to better poems, who knows? It can certainly lead to fewer bad-to-middling poems. I often go weeks without writing a poem; occasionally months. This makes for a really crappy grant pitch.

What bugs me is that the methods of people like me and others of my acquaintance--sporadic, scattershot, unsystematic, unpremeditated--get treated as tho they're somehow inferior to the more diligent, blueprinted, cohesive-from-the-getgo efforts of those who write "projects."

At the risk of repeating myself--but Mooney seems to have overlooked this part of the exchange between me and Michael, so perhaps it bears repeating--none of this is to say that I think a book, if/when one does choose to publish poems in such a format, should necessarily contain just any old poems that happen to be your best. When I was assembling the ms. of Unsettled, I didn't put in any poems not related to the Arctic, altho I'd written plenty, some of which were better than most of the poems in Unsettled. In putting together the ms. of Track & Trace, I left out a whole lot of what I think are strong poems because they don't fit the book; I also cut poems that fit, but weren't ... fit, as I did with Unsettled (tho, in retrospect, not nearly enough). A similar thing will happen when next I take stock of what I've got.

But this is manifestly different from deliberately setting out to write a thematically unified project--not that there's anything wrong with that--so Mooney's closing comment about a book's theme being “the thing we cared the most about while writing it” is something of a red herring. Because the thing about poetry, when it's done well, is it tends to resist reduction to any such single theme--because, as Empson has taught us rather persuasively, ambiguity is a qualitiy intrinsic to poetry. Even if Jason said that X was the thing he cared most about while writing the poems of Pure Product, that tells us very little about how those individual poems work and what they're about. And anyway there's no way you can consider "valuing the individual poem over a poetry book" is a theme in the same way that "film" or even "pop culture" is. And some clever reader will invariably point out something you didn't know you were doing, but is undeniably present in the work.

The way I do things is not in line with the literature-as-cottage-industry approach fostered by university writing programmes and the CC because I don't know what my "project" is until I've finished writing the poems it contains (which brings to mind a recent quip by Stuart Ross, when asked about what he was working on). In the case of T&T, we're talking about a period of about eleven years to write 34 poems. Which would make for a helluva long MFA, or a pretty damn paltry annual income, given one CC grant for the creation of the book.

I'd like to take on a couple of specific things in Mooney's column. At one point he says:

I would argue that the question we should be asking about an individual poet is this: What is the atomistic, indivisible unit of measure for their work? Is it the phoneme, the sound? The word? The phrase? The line? The stanza or graph? The poem? The sequence of linked poems? The book? Or the lifelong collection of books? There are major figures in the history of English Language poetry who’ve hung their hats at every hook on this wall. At one end there are the poets who’ve built their work from the elemental slivers of our language, from a world far below sense or even language, from sound itself. Here you’ll find the radical sound poets and some formalists as well. Zach Wells claims to be a part of this group during his argument with Lista, though I’m not sure if I see it. His poems, at their best, are too thoughtful and concerned with communication to have not avoided sacrificing some part of this radical beginning.


First of all, thanks for the kind words, Jacob; I'm glad to hear you think my poems are thoughtful. But I never said that my work was pure sound. I quoted the Frostian maxim to beware of the sound and let sense take care of itself. Language being a system of signs as well as sounds, it is intrinsically communicative. One has to work very self-consciously against the grain of language for it to lose its link to communication. While I've written a fair number of poems that can't readily be paraphrased because they don't have an explicit narrative, I've never been interested in the Quixotic task of stripping language of its status as tool of communication. Oh, but the way it communicates is so darn tricky... By "radical" I don't mean extreme, I mean "root" (cf. radish). See now, that's something that fascinates me, how a radish both comes from and is a radix. And how a radix, over time can come to mean a branchtip. I'm interested in how our modern words are racinated in the soil--and oh hell, in the soul too--of dead language. This is what I mean by paying attention to the small units out of which a poem is built, their intersections and disjunctions of sense and sound, because every word within a poem is a poem in its own right, ambiguous, polysemous--to say nothing of promiscuous. And I think this is more the fundamental (and don't forget that a fundament is also a business end) business of writing poems than a book or lifetime body of work is. Which isn't to say that you should do one and not the other, but that if you pay attention to the one the other, as per Frost's dictum, will take care of itself.

Another thing Mooney brings up:

There are even poets who look beyond that and see their life’s work as the indivisible “product” of their creative output. The most obvious example is someone like Walt Whitman, who spent his years constantly editing and shaping a single book (Leaves of Grass, high on my list of favourite books of any decade). He added poems, removed some, rewrote others, and advanced this single volume piece by piece until he was no longer and only the book remained behind.


See, I actually see Whitman as a bit of a poster/whipping boy for what I'm talking about. Whitman was an occasionally brilliant, but more often long-winded, poet who would have done well to focus more on the individual poem than on his life-long project. Just because it was of paramount importance to him doesn't mean I have to agree. As a book, Leaves of Grass is practically unreadable. Hands up: how many people have actually read it cover to cover (anyone who had to for a course doesn't count). Now, of those who read it all, how many would recommend the undertaking to others? I have no shame in admitting that I could only get about halfway thru. It's long and monotonous. Far better to read a well-edited selection of his best poems. "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed" is a way better argument for keeping Walt in the canon than Leaves of Grass is, as academically interesting as his project--which, by the way, is the antithesis of an ordered, unified book; that whole containing multitudes thing-- undoubtedly is.

Anyhoo, I'm not calling for a moratorium on thematically unified books. Everyone has his or her own way of working and I can't presume to say that one way is right and another wrong. I'd just like to see a more widespread acknowledgment on the part of our cultural institutions that there's more than one valid way to go about one's business as a writer of poems. Or poetry. Or whatever.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

First review for Track & Trace

The book's not off the press yet, but there's an advance review of Track & Trace in the new issue of Quill & Quire, courtesy of Fraser Sutherland:



Born on Prince Edward Island, currently based in Halifax, frequent Q&Q contributor Zachariah Wells is a Maritime poet of direct speech and muscular lexicon, both of which can be counted among the legacies of fellow Maritimer Alden Nowlan. However, Wells boasts more cosmopolitan affiliations than Nowlan did: he takes his book's epigraph from Ivan Klima, and recasts poems by Rilke and the baroque sonneteer Jean-Baptiste Chassignet.

Since Wells works for Via Rail, one might supppose that the track in his title alludes to the transcontinental routes he travels. But this is no railroader's verse: he is interested in the tracks we follow and the traces we leave. Such abstract concerns are conveyed with admirable, if sometimes too effortful, exactness. In "Slugs," the titular creatures are "creeping beads / of cool snot"; in "Briar Patch," ploughing a cane thicket, the poet's father "John-Deered the patch." Sometimes he leans a little too heavily on line breaks, creating a stuttering effect, as in "The Pond," in which a creek is "percolating into a reek- / rich bog." On rare occasions, he succumbs to jarring metaphors, as in "Fool's Errand," in which a valley in a snowstorm is a "bowl of stirred-up curdled milk."

Yet, taken overall, such poems are among the most powerful in the collection, to which may be added the impressive "Dream Vision of the Flood," in which the poet, a Noah retreating to a hilltop, dreams of his island home becoming "redrawn / by water." Since PEI in winter is more or less an iceberg floating in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, it's not surprising that snow figures in many poems. Then, too, snow relates to his theme, given its ability to erase both tracks and traces.

Unashamed of end-rhymes or reworking the sonnet form, Wells also varies his work with incantation-like poems, in which line openings reiterate words or phrases like "Roads...," "Out with the...," and "It was a winter of..." Such litany-like exercises in parallelism are less successful than the poems in which variations on a theme are smoothly melded.

Even in Vancouver, Wells finds traces of his island home. Indeed, his most resonant poems reach back to the cormorants, red earth, and mussel mud of the province nicknamed "the million-acre farm."--Fraser Sutherland, whose next poetry collection, The Philosophy of As If (Bookland Press), is forthcoming in 2010.

Monday, September 21, 2009

A string of one-night stands

An interesting interview with Jason Guriel. I'm totally with him on his valuation of the single poem over the book of poetry. And it's refreshing to hear anyone champion the entertainment value of poetry.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Deny the Devil

Deny the devil at the doorstep
Deny the devil in the grass
Deny the devil in the forceps
Deny the devil in the pass

Deny the devil in the bottle
Deny the devil in the snow
Deny the devil in the throttle
Deny the devil you don't know

Deny the devil in proteins
Deny the devil his church
Deny the devil in bluejeans
Deny the devil his perch

Deny the devil's in the details
Deny the devil his show
Deny the devil buys retail
Deny the devil you know

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Track & Trace update, etc.

I recently received the cover design and final page proofs for Track & Trace, which include 6 2-page spreads by Seth. It all looks bloody gorgeous and should look even better on paper. Which will hopefully be happening in a month or so. So great to work with a press and designer so creative and responsive.

I also recently completed an extensive interview with Alessandro Porco, who asked me some very thoughtful and insightful questions on the subject of the new book and other sundries. Said interview should be appearing on the Maisonneuve website in a few weeks. Stay tuned.

In other news, I handed in the ms. for The Essential Poems of Kenneth Leslie yesterday. I'm so glad to be part of bringing Leslie back into print after more than 35 years in limbo. And very grateful to Tim Inkster at The Porcupine's Quill for making it possible. The book should be out in the spring.

I've got a fair bit on my plate right now, but was thinking today that an Essential Milton Acorn would be a good project to undertake, provided permission can be obtained. I'm a big fan of this idea of slim selections, which both the PQ and Wilfrid Laurier UP are both doing right now. A good editor is key, which is what makes Robyn Sarah's selections of Johnston and Coles superior to the Essential PK Page, whose editors' names elude me at the moment. The WLUP series, which has published quite a few more books than the PQL, has featured some obvious choices, some interesting unexpected ones (Travis Lane, e.g.), and some quite odd ones. Meanwhile, there's still no Layton, Acorn, Trower, Nowlan, MacEwen, Cohen, Patrick Lane, Bishop (I know, I know, but someone's gotta keep floating this notion), Birney, Klein. Probably in some cases due to copyright issues.

Speaking of which, a lot of writers seem to be up in arms about the impending Google settlement. Which is understandable, I guess, if you can actually make a decent amount of income from sales of your books. But given that I make more from Public Lending Rights than royalties, I'm all for having my copyright violated if it means more people potentially reading my work. I know there are more nuanced arguments against the particular circumstances of Google's grand plan, but I just can't get very worked up about it all.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Subject for a Gray mock elegy?

We got a new-to-us cat from the SPCA the other day. Hope it's a touch smarter than this one:


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Review online

My review of Serge Patrice Thibodeau's One (tr. Jo-Anne Elder) is now online at Quill & Quire.

Unwiped Bums

First, they let Harper, a non-Catholic, take communion, during which he may or may not have consumed the body of Christ, and now the PMO has shit on its face again, after misspelling the name of Nunavut's capital city. In many ways, Iqaluit is a shitty little town--tho one I still have a soft spot for, after spending parts of five years living there--but presumably Harper wouldn't want to call it one in public.

Here's a little ditty (improperly formatted, thanks to Blogger) from Unsettled--from a section of the book actually entitled "Iqaluit, Iqualuit"-- about that very common spelling mistake:

IQALUIT


Add a u

& the place of fishes

becomes

a dirty arsehole


When the snow on the south side of town is stained brown,

When fumes from cars & chimneys form a poised swatter,

When the wind blows east over shitpond & smoking dump,


small wonder Iqualuit

is a standard misspelling


UPDATE: Some pertinent commentary from my friend Megan.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Nationalism Smashionalism

Thanks to Evie for pointing out this riposte from Michael Lista, responding to Ken McGoogan's call for nationalist determinism in literature. I always wonder when I hear such silly things: how do you assign a nationality to a book set in a fictional place? Why do so many people insist on yoking literature to geography? In McGoogan's case, it's fairly easy to understand why: he writes historical/geographical non-fiction.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

James Moore is a Tubby Fucker

Rob Taylor has written another letter to James Moore. These are so much more fun than Yann Martel's correspondence with Stephen Harper.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Explanation for silence

I've been doing summery things: riding my motorcycle, visiting friends and family, paragliding--yes, paragliding--, hiking, reading a poem at Wayne Clifford's very well-attended Grand Manan book launch, playing frisbee on the beach. Quite nice, all in all. Now I should probably do some work. Hope I have some work to do... All for now.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Good on Bad

Alex Good on "negative reviews" in the Globe--ironically, a paper known for quashing same. I don't know that Alex contributes anything new to the debate, but the arguments he makes are as valid as ever. Personally, I think book review editors are more responsible for the climate of quietude than reviewers themselves are. Most of the regular book reviewers in the country seem willing to say a book is bad. But most reviews aren't written by regular book reviewers, they're written by amateurs. And the amateur, as the name implies, wants nothing so much as to love.

I've made it!

A request from Poland:



MR

Zachariah Wells

Canadian poet, critic, essayist and editor.

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I collect autographs of famous people all over the world.

I would like a poster or ma piece of paper signed by you.

Could you send me ad autograph to my address..

Thank you very much. Best wishes.

This is my address

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[address deleted for privacy]