Monday, January 26, 2015

ottawater 11; issue & launch

Craving some post-holiday hors d’oeuvres and chocolates? Of course you are; it’s January and we’re all struggling to eat like normal people again. Thankfully, January is also the time of year when ottawater, the over-stuffed and super-rich PDF, goes live! A teaser of Diane Lemire's artwork is above and the full issue is available to read here.

There is so much to read in this year’s edition, with new work by Steven Artelle, Jennifer Baker, Selina Boan, Frances Boyle, Jamie Bradley, Ronnie R. Brown, Catherine Brunet, Jason Christie, Faizal Deen, dalton derkson, Amanda Earl, Phil Hall, Chris Johnson, Matt Jones, a.m. kozak, Brenda Liefso, rob mclennan, Cath Morris, Colin Morton, Alcofribas Nasier II, Pearl Pirie, Nicholas Power, Ryan Pratt, Monty Reid, Sonia Saikaley, Dean Steadman, Rob Thomas, Dennis Tourbin, Lauren Turner and Vivian Vavassis, well as new interviews with Matt Jones (conducted by Amanda Earl), Brecken Hancock (conducted by Lesley Strutt) and Phil Hall (conducted by Jennifer Baker).

My contribution, “Montreal express; 6:40”, is from that manuscript of low pressure death poems I’m still working on, off, and on again.

Feeling gluttonous after all of that? You’re in luck: publisher rob mclennan will be hosting a launch for ottawater 11 on Friday, January 30th at Carleton Tavern in Ottawa. Wish I could make it. Details here.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Library loans: Poems of the Late T’ang and Cherry-Blossoms: Japanese Haiku Series III

Although today’s selections – Poems of the Late T’ang, edited and translated by A.C. Graham (Penguin Books, 1965) and Cherry-Blossoms: Japanese Haiku Series III (Peter Pauper Press, 1960) – indeed come from my collection, they haven’t yet made it to my bookshelf. That’s how new they are to me. I picked up these titles during my first visit to Store, the tragically named but otherwise cool shoppe on James Street North. (I really wanted to include a link to Store but even after fine-tuning my search, only found links to similarly named shoppes The Hamilton Store and James Street North General Store.)

My interest in Asian poetry doesn’t stray far from what draws me about Buddhism and Taoism: there is a certain concreteness that feels at once compassionate and emotionally neutral. Through a gaze that disregards the binaries of Western thought, our triumphs and sufferings in the natural world get the same nod of acknowledgment as drops of rain on a windshield. All things happen, all things change.

Poems of the Late T’ang is valuable on a few fronts: I’m as unfamiliar with the seven poets covered in this anthology – Tu Fu, Meng Chiao, Han Yu, Lu T’ung, Li Ho, Tu Mu and Li Shang-yin – as I am with A.C. Graham, whose essay on the challenges of translating ancient Chinese to modern-day English is alone worth seeking out. With every revision a doorway to ambiguity and disagreement, the art of translation forms an interesting subtext to these poems of nature, love, politics, age, class and minutia. There are many odes to Autumn, which I welcome though also wonder: is the autumnal association with death responsible for the book's mournful tone or were these poets aware that the T'ang dynasty, generally regarded as China's golden age, was nearing its end?

The works of Han Yu and Tu Mu so far intrigue me most. On the surface their styles have little in common – the former dealing in solemn imagery that communicates an epic and changing nature, the latter issuing brief, four-line stanzas that bustle with vitality. But I’m learning that both edged away from traditional Chinese form; Han Yu for exploring texture over concision and Tu Mu for essentially being a hobo. As Graham mentions, these new paths were often denigrated for having too much in common with Western poetry. Poets like Tu Fu and Li Shang-yin may enforce the best-known characteristics of the late T’ang period but we can learn almost as much from those willing to breach the stylistic norm.

    A Withered Tree by Han Yu

    Not a twig or a leaf on the old tree,
    Wind and frost harm it no more.
    A man could pass through the hole in its belly,
    Ants crawl searching under its peeling bark.
    Its only lodger, the toadstool which dies in a morning,
    The birds no longer visit in the twilight.
    But its wood can still spark tinder.
    It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.

An astute footnote includes the following: “The ‘void at its heart’ is both the hollow inside of the tree and the Buddhist ideal of the mind freed from the illusion of a material body.”

    Recalling former Travels No. 3 by Tu Mu

    Li Po put it in a poem, this West-of-the-Waters Abbey,
    Old trees and crooked cliffs, wind in the upper rooms.
    Between drunk and sober I drifted three days
    While blossoms white and crimson opened in the misty rain.

Poems of the Late T’ang gains our trust because Graham understands various schools of thought on translation (going so far as to compare the results of fellow Chinese-to-English translators Arthur Waley, Amy Lowell, H. A. Giles and others) but he’s also keen to showcase a select group of poets that are virtually unknown outside of China. When a comparison involving the much-translated Po Chui-i is immediately closed as such, it isn’t because Po Chui-i didn’t influence this period but because, as Graham states, "he is already the Chinese poet best known and best loved in the West”. 

Let’s move further East in our glance and open Cherry-Blossoms: Japanese Haiku Series III. Titled as such because cherry-blossoms live only three days, therefore symbolizing the desire of haiku to provide our transient time on earth with sharp insights, the small hard-cover collection groups the work of Basho, Shiki and others thematically by seasons. Since the winter portion closes the book, I’m incidentally reading Cherry-Blossoms in the Japanese tradition, from right page to left. Compounding that flip-to-any-page-and-read freedom is the layout, which sets four haiku per page against striking black and red ink illustrations by Jeff Hill. Though the images are recycled every so often and not meant to correlate with nearby texts, they anchor a form that tends to float indifferently in less caring haiku compilations.

Something I’d like to touch on regarding both titles is the impressive condition I found them in. First editions from the early/mid 1960s rarely appear in used bookstores with only the slightest signs of wear, though I suspect Poems of the Late T’ang and Cherry-Blossoms came from the same bookshelf. Only the amber discoloration inside Poems of the Late T’ang gives away its age (so uniformly that it almost looks intentionally textured) while even Cherry-Blossoms' dust jacket is impeccably preserved. Great finds!

Monday, January 12, 2015

The Paper Street Journal; issue & launch

Like many local readers, I welcomed the formation of a new literary journal in Hamilton. “Welcome to the future of Canadian arts,” read The Paper Street Journal's mission statement, so you know they’d set the bar pretty high. But as the summer wore on, my interest doubled as I sensed the emergence of a publication that seeks to engage with other journals and media around Canada. Their Editor’s Picks and senior editor James Puntillo’s separate review of Jeffrey Donaldson’s Slack Action (Porcupine's Quill, 2013) felt like steps in the right direction; that TPSJ won't be yet another isolated platform of new writing but a conversation with work they’re reading elsewhere.

So I feel lucky to have a poem included in this first issue, and this poem especially; “A paradox wreath,” was the first thing written after we’d moved to Hamilton during the last week of December 2013. It’s exhausted from the year that was and inspired by a first walk around town. To complete a trifecta of firsts, "A paradox wreath," was the first selection taken from my in-progress manuscript, "A green horseshoe," (although a handful of others have been picked up since). Please read on and enjoy the whole inaugural issue.

Paper Street Journal are celebrating with a social mixer January 13th at The Strathcona, Hamilton's new cocktail bar. Not as new as the one on Locke South, mind you, but newer than the one on Aberdeen. It's at 306 King Street West and a live music afterparty will follow, courtesy of The Casbah next door! Come out and support a new chapter in Hamilton's small press scene!

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Curious links for January 2015...

1) As much an opportunity to glance back as look forward, January finds some fresh perspectives on the year that was: Jonathan Ball’s Top 10 Poetry Picks (via the Winnipeg Free Press), Julienne Isaac’s compendium of digital clippings, Susan Gillis' A Few Favourite Things and rob mclennan’s Best of Canadian Poetry Books list. Not that there’s anything wrong with lists from The New Yorker or CBC, but I do enjoy the more personal recommendations between fellow writers. I would hope there are countless more my search is missing right now.

2) There’s still time to enter Broken Pencil’s 2015 Deathmatch, with the deadline being extended until January 10th. Although I think willingly subjecting oneself to that circus is more insane than ambitious, I can’t deny my interest in the creative end – if not the competitive part that tends to overpower it. With poetry submissions being considered for the first time this year and glorious winnings to be had (including some mentorship by BookThug, who have assumed the role of featured publisher), Deathmatch should once again cast a mid-winter fever over the CanLit community.

3) Looking to make a change this year? Consider taking some resolution cues from master novelist Leo Tolstoy. In this BBC article, which anticipates a ten-hour dramatization of War and Peace (to be aired on BBC Radio 4), Roman Krznaric polishes sage advice from Tolstoy's virtues. Worth a read.

4) Hamilton Literary Awards were handed out last night to John Terpstra (whose Brilliant Falls won the poetry category), Lawrence Hill (for Blood; non-fiction), and Caroline Stellings (for The Manager; fiction). The Kerry Schooley Award was given to Chris Pannell, whose A Nervous City was deemed "evocative of the Hamilton region". I concur, Hamilton Arts Council. Congratulations to all nominees!