May 7, 2021

RECENTLY RECEIVED

Resistance: Righteous Rage in the Age of #MeToo, edited by Sue Goyette. University of Regina Press, 2021

Sue Goyette's sensitive and uncompromising foreword is a necessary guide through this anthology of poems that take on, and take up, the subject of sexual assault and abuse. The presence of care and commitment, Goyette's and all the participants', is felt on every page.

Four sections track increasing intensity: Innocence/Exposure; Endurance/Persistence; Rage/Resistance; and arrive at an unsettled rest: Survival/Recovery. Variations of Renée Munn's arresting cover image, "Ophelia," make striking section markers.

Poems that open a world to me include Catherine Greenwood's "Black Plums," a chilling revision of the nursery rhyme about Little Jack Horner; Eleonore Schönmaier’s "Sixteen," in which two voices meet "on the narrow rocky trail;" Byrna Barclay's clear-eyed "Birdman," which watches an exterminator rid a balcony of pigeons and considers implications in his words; Cornelia Hoogland's astonishing "Woods Wolf Girl," from her collection of the same name, that rescues a mythic girl from symbol and restores her to painful actuality; Katherine Lawrence's shaping of words for no in "The No Variations;" Leah MacLean-Evans's unwavering "Name Me After a Fish;" Judith Krause's searing "Once."

Between the lists of acknowledgements and contributors is a list of national, provincial, and territorial resources for survivors.

I'm grateful for these voices and this activism.

 

March 23, 2021

LINDSAY B-E, THE CYBORG ANTHOLOGY

Lindsay B-e, "carbon cleaning columns". By permission

Lindsay B-e’s debut collection The Cyborg Anthology (Brick Books, 2020) is a book that imagines itself into a post-future future, a time after robots and cyborgs, who had thrived alongside humans, have been largely wiped out by the Great Solar Flare of 2202. The anthology’s aim is “to preserve and remember the Cyborg poets.”

B-e’s invented poets tell of being and suffering, while B-e’s poems examine being and the elements that compose it. They shift and open the question of what it is to be human. The playfulness of language delights me: titles like Hazel Hush’s “Relate Real Late” and “Topic Top Pick”, and the shaped poems of Patterson Armitage--The DictaScrivener, poems that curl and unfurl and clot over the page. The invented eras and schools make fond mockery of poetics and theory. And I’m moved by the expressions of desire, anguish, love and loss in these voices, how though some of them may deny it, they speak truths about feelings anyone might recognize.

Here’s a personal favorite, “Death Fable,” by an anonymous poet of the Sydney School of Robotics (active c 2085), a group of Cyborg poet-activists dedicated to rewriting, perhaps to (re)claim, famous Human poems. This section of the anthology offers poems responding to Tranströmer, Glück, Dickinson, and others. What I like about “Death Fable” is the way it invites us to look at an almost unbearable image of eternity, one that even “priests” and “purists” don’t want to contend with. It’s as though eternity is fine as a concept, as long as we don’t have to live with it in real time. “Look, look,” the poem insists, splicing the appeals between segments where the body is an object of desire, vulnerable; words breaking into the story with stuttering rhythms and echoed hard clicks it’s hard not to hear as a machine. The voice asserts proudly that the Cyborg can’t die, rising above the “crowd of the pious” who attack it, violate it with every part of their beings, turn it into sacrifice. And because I’ve entered the fiction Lindsay B-e has built for us, it’s hard for me not to hear real human anguish inside that empowered stance. Look how I can’t die, no matter how you try to break me lives side by side with Look how I can’t die, condemned to this soul-struggle forever.

Death Fable 
(after “Night Fable” by Óscar Hahn)

 

Look how I can’t die, look,

walking down street after street, look,

I tripped on the sidewalk, look,

when I crossed a black cat, look.

 

They write stories in the news about me, look,

with my smooth silicone bodice, look,

with my lush fleshly lips, look,

and metal-formed limbs, look.

 

Afterwards priests came

and wanted to kill me,

the purists came next,

and wanted to kill me.

the priests want my soul,

the purists want my body.

 

Look how I can’t die, look,

my soul has a back-up, look,

they can’t bury information, look,

There’s no coffin for it, look.

 

Then those priests returned

with a crowd of the pious and purists

and shoved the whole of me down,

with their bodies, their mouths, and their souls:

the body of a Cyborg, broken for all,

communion in my body once broken.

 

Look how they found, look,

a coffin for the night, look:

but they can’t kill my soul, look.

Look how I can’t die, look,

though they killed me - look! - at my soul.


 

January 13, 2021

RECEIVED: CHANGING THE FACE OF CANLIT

Dane Swan's hefty new anthology of prose and poetry, Changing the Face of Canadian Literature (Guernica), has been at my elbow for a few weeks now. Thirty contributors (and an A-to-Z of recommended reading that will take you through a year if you read one a week) activate the title.

A few highlights:

  • Sennah Yee's graceful turns: ask me where I'm from / and I'll just say the same thing / o, Canada, duh and  you're frightened that I've / flourished right in the hyphen / that you've slapped on me ("5 Haiku for/from Canada")
  • Doretta Lau's nimble leaps among time, place and memory: I had early acceptance and a full scholarship to the university I'd gone to for free dental care as a child. ("At Core We Think They Will Kill Us")
  • Mary Pinkowski's ghosts and echoes: I do not know if / I am more in love with the moon or the tide / With the return or with the escape ("Let the Ghosts Out: A suite of poems")
  • Ian Keteku's powerful compressions: And once I checked out the story of my life. And returned it, the next day. ("And...")
  • Klara du Plessis's verbal layers and excavations: The verbose darkness of metropolitan / public gardens, punished by tiny welts // leaves leave on wet sidewalks. ("Essay dwellers")

Dane Swan's foreword draws some lines between multiculturalism in Canada's national identity and diversity (or, until recently, lack of) in its literary identity. He positions this anthology as a celebration:  "Congratulations, Canada," Swan writes in closing, "you finally have a literature that looks like the people who inhabit you."

Available from the press. Read Quill & Quire's starred review.