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Monthly archive January, 2009

The Oldest Living Book Lover Tells All

Part One On Reading Q: When did you start reading? A: I was so young my older sisters had to hold the books for me, but I was never a lap reader, never a loungey reader, not one to lie about in bed, for example. I am up in my chair by the south window,...

Laura Huzzy on Carson’s Stacks

By Laura HuzzyThe line at the box office made it look like it’d sell out. It was strange to see such a well-attended poetry reading, not that I’d never seen one before. Just ten months prior, also at NYU’s Skirball Center (which sounds like a stadium, but with its 877 seats is only a stadium...

The Last Day of Betty Nkomo?

So what makes the following, a favorite multi-media poem by Heavy Industries, work as a poem? When I play this for my students it seems very clear. The lines are simple, they move forward in a natural progression. They evoke. They repeat. Build a scene, a small narrative. They are simple statements: Yes it is....

Speaking of Everywhere you look there you are

Ah, the joys of Facebook. This picture appeared on my wall yesterday because Mr. Bowering was tagged in it. Turns out the source was his nephew who likes to play with Photofunia, a program that uses Face recognition software to place pictures in scenes such as the one above. This seems a good a place...

belladonna offers a year of props

Invitation to subscribe for limited edition Belladonna Elders Series. Dear Friends, This year marks the tenth year of the Belladonna Series and to mark we are Celebrating Elders and publishing 8 perfect bound books–one a month! The Elders Series is guest curated. Each book, printed as one time limited editions, is beautifully designed and slightly...

Historical

How Poems Work

It was a small, compact mirror But it was enough. He took it everywhere he went, so snug in his pocket it made a small, pleasant shape in the well sewn suit. For those rare moments he did not see himself reflected back adequately he was always prepared. I am here, he might say, here...

It was a small, compact mirror

But it was enough. He took it everywhere he went, so snug in his pocket it made a small, pleasant shape in the well sewn suit. For those rare moments he did not see himself reflected back adequately he was always prepared. I am here, he might say, here I am.

Colbert on poetry

If you’re in Canada and you want to see Colbert discussing poetry with Elizabeth Alexander you can find it here. It’s nice to see Alexander do well in this context. Particularly after all the international poetry talons descended on her poem so quickly. It wasn’t an amazing poem. Her delivery was, as Silliman points out,...

What poetry can learn from Obama

I have been blogging for several years now. I have been reading other blogs, and despite my real discomfort with commenting, I have forced myself to do so on other blogs: BookNinja, That Shakespearian Rag, and CanCult here in Canada, Harriet, the massive blog of the Poetry Foundation, in the US. Without doing an official...

All in a day: two letters from 25 November, 1938

To Carl Van Vechten[postmark: 25 November 1938]5 rue Christine[Paris] Dearest Papa Woojums, I have not been writing to you lately because Basket died and we like Rose in the story just cried and cried and cried. 1 We are a little better now but it is still pretty bad, and now we do not know...

Jonathan Ball on Reviewing, Round 2

I really only demand three things of reviews, and feel that my demands are modest. Which is why I am so dispirited by the reviews I read. Firstly, I think a review should actually describe the book. It is unclear from most reviews whether the author has actually read the book or not, the reviews...

Random thoughts, further to reviews and book sections

So what are we looking for in reviews? Perhaps I am one of the few who believes that reviews are an opportunity to entice readers. Maybe pedagogical concerns don’t have a place in reviews? Perhaps people do want things torn apart in public. Perhaps reviews are only written from one writer to another writer. If...

parc la fontaine, outer path, frozen pond

The walking, and skating, continues, ice worms and all. The latter a nostril feature of these arctic temperatures. The description is not mine, but it is an accurate sensation of those first few breaths without one’s mouth and nose covered. Ice crystals form on the lashes too, and on stray hairs that stiffen around ones...

Dear Geist: Jonathan Ball takes up the Question of Reviewing

Dear Geist I am writing to you in response to Michael Hayward’s review of Michael Winter’s novel The Architects Are Here. I have not read Winter’s book, and do not know Winter or his work. However, I feel that this review is typical of the poor quality of book reviewing in Canadian letters. What I...

The Mountain, Some Feathers, Strong Looking and Swoops

Of course they’re trouble…if you google “woodpecker” you’ll find lots of references with exclamation marks that read something like “woodpeckers are attacking my house!” or “how to stop woodpeckers from attacking your house.” In one of my Calgary residences they woke me in the morning, hanging from the thin slits of aluminum around the window,...

Sarah Dowling reads Erin Moure

Gust The inevitable proposition survived as contentAfter the fins were eaten or laid down, the tablecloth gently billowing & our knees beneath that was a serenity a a vocabulary or doubt A smooth haze westerly scudded —How do you knowTo say here is or — Palimpsest a settled Rome vernacularPulling its luscious cord her grandest...

Subscribe, Support

Much of the poetry (and indeed art and music), much of the “arts” that we have come to know and love has come to us via individuals who have been inspired to support their art form, to connect their work and the work of peers, to a larger audience. Some of those people have ended...

Some steamy, some clear: winter in Montreal

Glass in the city of excess takes to winter in a variety of ways, becomes frosted, steamed, wet, so hard and clear it seems on the verge of exploding. Light pools in doorways, reflects off snow, beckons down alleys. Wind finds its way in cracks, hisses loudly. I am on a mission to walk all...

The unreality of war, part two

Dead Troops Talk (a vision after an ambush of a Red Army patrol, near Moqor, Afghanistan, winter 1986) 1992 The above image, courtesy of the Tate, is one of Wall’s “history” or “epic” photographs. Like others of this period, it is as meticulously crafted as a hyper realist painting and just as false. Wall spends...

The unreality of war

The photograph above is currently on the front page of the online edition of the Globe and Mail accompanied by an article that describes a formidable ground attack on Gaza that is designed to once and for all rout out Hamas and put an end to the constant launching of rockets into Israel. Hamas on...

Conceptual Fiction

We have come to know conceptual writing largely through the world of conceptual art and poetry. But what about conceptual fiction? Or narrative conception? What new forms lay in store for us? Beyond new narrative, post modern narratives, even Oulipo fictions, there are new forms waiting to be discovered. What makes a piece of fiction...

Happy New Year!

Resolutions* Read more books, less blogs.* Buy more books in person.* See more art.* Discuss more writing here and everywhere.* If it moves you: let them know. Directly. Immediately.* Be where you want to go in life.

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