New Poems

Happy New Year!
This blog has been neglected. I had thought about resolving, not in a new year's kind of way necessarily, to make daily entries but just find too many other fun things to occupy my time. That, and nothing I'm up to seems really blog worthy. It may be time to redesign this here thing so that it has a theme. Any suggestions for a theme? Sport socks, perhaps? Flotation devices?

I have been working on some new poems. In fact, they are getting old in that the manuscript was completed in August, 2010. I've let it sit around for five months (although it's also sitting around on the desks of a couple of editors), and have just begun the latest round of revision. The manuscript has been called _Fancy Clapping_ until now, and retains this title for now.

Here is a reading of a poem from _Fancy Clapping_: "The Screen Behind the Curtain."



Thanks for reading. Keep warm.

Canada's Post-Prorogue Senate Gets Down to Business

When Stephen Harper Prorogued Parliament earlier this year, he took the opportunity to stack the Senate with like-minded Canadians. Check out this bit of legislative razzmatazz from the recently passed (in Senate) Bill S-10. In essence, "those who support this measure support it without quantifiable evidence; it just feels right."
Thank you, newly stacked Senate, for your investment in the prison-industrial economy. It's an investment that is bound to return in kind.

From Bill S-10:
"Those who support mandatory minimum sentences argue, in part, that there can never be positive proof that sentencing policies have an impact on the rate of crime – the variables involved are simply too complex. They contend that mandatory minimum sentences are imposed in any event because society believes in denouncing certain crimes and holding people responsible for them. They argue, in addition, that “common sense” dictates that such sentences have at least some deterrence value, even if it is not possible to prove how much, and that deterrence and denunciation remain very important sentencing principles."

Update: not much happening

Not much has been happening, which is fine. When things start to happen, you never know…

I’ve just dug out my most recent manuscript and have begun some light edits. Right now, it’s with several publishers and the silence is stunning.

I have also started on some new poems. Here comes part of one now:

How To Know

Little should rattle us by now.

We’ve seen rocks

fall to invent the earth

and blurred mysteries

that evade science,

microbes that are poison to us

in a universe made from our thoughts.

And just because we have not

said it out loud,

we’ve seen it all the same,

watched it in the vague moment

before we give to sleep, our eyes

see what the brain

cannot decipher and so

ignores; half the thing forgotten,

half ignored.

***

Anyway, it’s still a baby.

Thanks for reading.

People of the Land, Readings in Thessalon, Ontario

Could not have dreamed up a more beautiful day for a drive to Thessalon, Ontario, to read and play a tune in a church turned cafe and concert hall known as The Auld Kirk. It's a nice place with good sound and gallery space. About 30 people were there.
Some highlights: finally met and heard Lesley Belleau whose Colour of Dried Bones (Kegedonce Press, 2008) I've just ordered. Lesley read from her soon-to-be published novel and it was fabulous. The passages she read described a birth, both the beauty and the terror. She's a writer to watch out for.
The always lovely and talented Rolland Nadjiwon read. Rolland is a pleasure to speak with, funny, positive and wise. His Seven Deer Dancing should be required reading for all young Canadian poets.
Many other readers, too many to recount. I'll try to post some pictures if i come across any.

The Great Giller Shortage

Several interesting repercussions to Johanna Skibsrud's Giller win for her novel The Sentimentalist (Gaspereau, 2009). First, we were witness to a wonderful, human response from a writer that most thought didn't have a chance of winning the prize traditionally claimed by authors from the big corporate houses.

The celebration quickly ended, when the print media and those heavily invested in the mass production of the objects formerly known as books realized that Gaspereau, Skibsrud's publisher, wouldn't be able to keep up to the expected demand. The Toronto Star, projecting from the sales of last year's winner, predicted 75,000 copies would be needed in the first year. Gaspereau, the producers of absolutely gorgeous books, can produce a mere 1,000 hand bound, letterpress (i think letterpress, anyway) copies each week.

This projected shortage has sent consumers, and those who claim to represent the best interests of consumers, into frothing madness. To make matters more complicated, Gaspereau Press has thus far refused all offers from mass printers and publishers for "help." In the corporate world, this sort of independence is threatening. The reasoning is that if the little company can't produce quickly enough to meet the whimsical hunger of the impressionable masses, a big company should move in to make it happen. Really, everyone is pissed that they can't have a slice of the goods.

But it's a ridiculous controversy. Skibsrud spent untold years writing the book, surely readers can wait a few months for a copy. A few days ago, most people had never heard of the book and now, if you believe the popular press (here and here), the future of the humanity depends on getting those books to people.

I'm going to place an order with Gaspereau for The Sentimentalist -- not because the book won a prize, not even because I am dying to read it (although I'm sure it's terrific) -- but because I love books and respect anyone who puts as much love and energy into the creation of books as does Gaspereau Press.

For a spin-free telling of this Can-Lit scandal, check out Rob McLennan's blog, the most rational take I've seen so far.

Readings: Bayliss Public Library

A fun night at the lovely Bayliss Library in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan.
Again, it was a stormy evening. What is it with me and stormy evenings?
The first snow storm of the year, with a sour wind, slammed us on our way to the reading.
Thank you to Susan and Ken, and everyone at the Superior Poetry Cafe for organizing the event.
Photos to follow.

No other news.

Reading Seamus Heaney's Human Chain and Brenda Hillman's Pieces of Air in the Epic. Both are marvelous for different reasons.

The Ted Plantos Memorial Award

I’ve just received word from The Ontario Poetry Society that a few of the poems from Ghost Music have won the Ted Plantos Memorial Award.

It’s a tremendous honour and I am thrilled. More about this at the TOPS website, and more available here later.