Archive for the ‘Canadian Literature’ category

Eirin Moure Piece Up at The Afterword

April 19, 2011

I have to say it, I had my cringe-face ready to go when this project started rolling, but the essays my fellow panelists have come up with for the CBC/National Post “Canada Reads Poetry” project have been really strong. You’re reading along? You should be. Here’s a link to the five.

My post on E(i)rin Moure’s Sheep’s Vigil by a Fervent Person landed today. It’s right here. Hope you like it. There’s a typo in the third graph. I’d volunteer that I’m the source of the typo, and not the editors at the NP, but I imagine that if you’re at all familiar with this blog, you already guessed that.

There’s a panel discussion about poetry tomorrow featuring all five essayists. Could be fun. 2pm EST, at The Afterword, if you’re interested.

“Canada Reads?” -Poetry

April 7, 2011

The other newspapery thing happening today is the announcement of the panel, and chosen books, for Canada Reads Poetry. I’m on the panel, defending Erin Moure’s (apologies to Erin for WordPress’s complete disinterest in allowing for accents) Sheep’s Vigil by a Fervent Person. I love that book. I also love the three of the four other books on the list that I’ve read. I’ll get around to the fourth when it comes in the mail.

The story on this promotion is a little weird. The dudes at The Afterword put a call out for nominations in, like, December, and whereas I really enjoyed working with them when I did their “Canada Also Reads” promotion the previous year, I was all over. Then like four months went by, and I got an email saying CRP was a go, but was now going to be a co-promotion with CBC Books. This was confusing to me, as I had thought CBC Books was who were were making fun of with the whole idea of doing a version of their contest for under-appreciated fiction, and now poetry.

I thought about it a bit, and while people who are prone to hearing my complaints will know I’ve had some issues with how CBC Books [pimps] markets Canadian literature, I’m still in. If The Afterword thinks it’s a good idea, than I think it’s a good idea.

My mind is open, my soul is pure. My heart breaks at the thought of fan opinion polls. I will play nice with everyone. I apologize for the “pimps” remarks above already. See? An open mind, a willingness to bend.

-Jake

Review of “Modern Canadian Poets” in the Globe

April 7, 2011

My review of the much-discussed Carcanet anthology “Modern Canadian Poets”, edited by Todd Swift and Evan Jones, is in the Globe today. Here’s a link. I’m actually not sure if it’s in the actual printed paper, too. Probably not, as today is Thursday. [Edit: It is.]

I didn’t like it very much. I question its intentions, and I feel that it shirked the massive responsibility of both its title and the name on its spine. This from two poets whose work I enjoy. For a dissenting opinion, please read Carmine Starnino’s defense of the project in the current issue of Quill & Quire. Don’t get me wrong, I’m 80% sure he’s being overly generous to the book, but it’s a very well written piece of prose, and full of things to consider.

Here’s that link again. An excerpt follows, if you’re really trying to conserve bandwidth.

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THE DAILY REVIEW, THU., APR. 7
The anthology as provocation
REVIEWED BY JACOB MCARTHUR MOONEY
From Thursday’s Globe and Mail
Published Thursday, Apr. 07, 2011 12:00AM EDT

All anthologies are political actions. They are kingmakers’ gestures, wherein their editors attempt to appoint a hierarchy for their chosen time and place. With that in mind, expatriate Canadian poets Todd Swift and Evan Jones, having convinced top-tier British poetry press Carcanet to let them publish an anthology called Modern Canadian Poets, need to be evaluated on both taste and politics. Because when taste is moved into the public sphere, it becomes a kind of politics, and the statement made with a major anthology contains the same world-remaking ambitions as a political platform.

This is especially true for an anthology that aims to introduce readers “to 35 poets they may never have read before.” To that end, here are six poets not featured in this new collection, published in Britain and launched recently in Canada: Leonard Cohen, Don McKay, Al Purdy, Dennis Lee, Margaret Atwood and Michael Ondaatje. There are more, and while some major voices survived the cull (Irving Layton, Anne Carson, even relative outsiders David McGimpsey and Lisa Robertson made it in), this is an anthology that aims to provoke with its rejections.

When work suggested for a canon is on-message with the dominant consensus, it is right to interrogate the editors. But, in a book with such an eccentrically revisionist bent as Modern Canadian Poets, we ask not only, “What were the editors trying to knock over?” but also, “What are they hoping will grow in its place?” This critical double play is important and regenerative. Art needs revolutions. But we should always suspect its loudest partisans.

Two Quick Hitters: CNQ, NP.ca

April 6, 2011

Hello boys and girls.

I got my contributor’s copy of the new CNQ today. Hot shit, that’s a beautiful-looking magazine. You should get a copy from your local salesperson. Here’s the link with the names of contributors more famous and worthy than my own. My contribution, for the record, consists of three poems from Folk. One is about RADAR, one is about naming conventions, and one is about geography. I hope you like them.

Also, I just saw a link to George Murray’s new science project, newpoems.ca. This could be something. The introduction is incredibly ambitious and very passionate: “I’m sick of borders. I’m sick of silos. Bunkers, too. Don’t even get me started on garrisons. I’m sick of the various poetries and poets I read and admire fighting and carping about each other instead of collaborating constructively (however that is interpreted between artists) to generate new poetic possibilities. I’m sick of judgments and systems of criticism that involve aesthetic preference over intellectual accomplishment, that reward attendance and loyalty over risk and depth, that spend more time tromping on the art and experiments of others than perfecting their own. I’m sick of lack of space for difference, or at least for difference within the same pages.”

If you’re against that sentiment, you’re against motherhood. But, you’re probably also not reading this blog, at least not with my permission. It’s an idea born of innumerable late-night barroom tirades, and I’ve heard it attached to more than a couple start-up literary projects in my short time involved with the community. The problem has historically been that everyone has slightly different definitions for what all those above words mean (and that’s a good thing, for what it’s worth, both for poetry and for poets). However, if anyone has the plural focus, and the wide net of friends, to pull it off, it’d be George. Should be worth watching, I wish the dude well.

-Jake

Griffin Shortlists

April 5, 2011

2011 Griffin Awards Canadian Shortlist
Ossuaries by Dionne Brand (M&S)
The Irrationalists by Suzanne Buffam (Anansi)
Lookout by John Steffler (M&S)

2011 Griffin Awards International Shortlist
Human Chain by Seamus Heaney (Farrar, Strauss & Giroux)
Selected Poems by Adonis, trans: Khaled Mattawa (Yale University Press)
The Book of the Snow by Francois Jacqmin, trans: Philip Mosley (Arc)
Heavenly Questions by Gjertrud Schnackenberg (Farrar, Strauss & Giroux)

Spare Thoughts: Okay. I’m not going to make a huge deal over this. I’m just going to casually point out the fact that, five minutes after the judges for this year’s awards were announced, I officially told the world that Dionne Brand was going to win the Canadian Griffin for Ossuaries. Okay. That’s the last I’m going to mention it, except that I’m going to restate my earlier prediction: Dionne Brand is going to win the Griffin Award for Canadian Poetry. The Steffler inclusion is surprising, and he might pull an upset, but I’m going to stay with the horse I rode in on, I think. I’ve read exactly one of the four international finalists, which is about par for the course for me. There’s a lot of books out there, no time to read em all. Anybody in the national media who starts a paragraph with “Heaney, the best know of the International finalists…” owes an apology to Syria.

To get back to the Canadian list, though. I think what it reinforces is that the Griffin, for all the splash it’s made in its first eleven years, is still a distinctly canonical, conservative, prize. We make a big deal out of diversions from this. For example, the three debuts to make the list (The Certainty Dream, Crabwise to the Hounds, Short Haul Engine) are given a real pedestal in the recent history of our poetry, but this is because it’s an extremely rare feat. How many debuts have garnered GG noms in that time? There were two this year alone.

There’s a push in the adolescence of the Griffin towards assigning one trophy to each of the top, say, fifteen Canadian poets working. It’s an award of which we can say, “It’s their year”. It was Karen Solie’s year last year, really before the jury was even announced and (I’d argue) before her book was released. That’s not to take anything away from Pigeon, which I feel was a really strong book. It’s just how it is. The Griffins are an organism of a certain inertia. There are always multiple canonizing factors every year (the death of P.K. Page was one), but in general, last year was Karen Solie’s year. This year, I think, is Dionne Brand’s. Next year feels like it’ll probably be Ken Babstock. I think we’re going to see A LOT of first-time Griffin winners before we see any second-time Griffin winners.

The problem with that inertia is it often arrives for the wrong book. A lot of people would have preferred, say, that Don McKay won for Camber instead of Strike/Slip, or that there had been Griffins around when Margaret Avison was in her prime, instead of her winning for Wild Carrot. Even the inclusion (and, I feel, eventual coronation) of Ossuaries feels like an echo for the surprisingly un-nominated Inventory, of which it is a spiritual successor.

I say all this knowing that the jury changes every year, that it’s just three people in a room somewhere, and that assigning populis to a group of three is a mug’s game. But the narrative is there, isn’t it? Should we just ignore it?

Omissions: How does one do this? This is a blog with a general bias towards Canadian poetry, and a more intimate affiliation with “new” or “young” Canadian poets. And award that has no longlist, and a shortlist of just three, and has listed maybe 4 poets under the age of forty over its first ten years is generally going to rack up a lot of shouldas from me. I started making a list, and deleted it when said list got to 20 names. Everybody makes their own list. This is the one that counts. Kudos to The Company for getting two names on the final three. It was a good year for McClelland & Stewart Poetry.

Coming Soon: The return of that noted mad statistical scientist, Dr. Vox, and his annual update of “Griffin Awards Math“.

Lampert, Lowther Shortlists

April 4, 2011

The Finalists for the 2011 Gerald Lampert Award for best debut collection of poetry in English by a Canadian poet are (the parentheticals are author’s home, press):

The Crow’s Vow by Susan Briscoe (Montreal, Signal/Vehicule)
That Other Beauty by Karen Enns (Victoria, Brick)
Tiny, Frantic, Stronger by Jeff Latosik (Toronto, Insomniac)
[sic] by Nikki Reimer (Vancouver, Frontenac)
Here Is Where We Disembark by Clea Roberts (Whitehorse, Freehand)
The Nights Also by Anna Swanson (Vancouver, Tightrope)

Lampert jury: Lori Cayer, Jacob Scheier, Todd Swift

and the Finalists for the 2011 Pat Lowther Memorial Award for best book of poetry by a Canadian woman are:

Ossuaries by Dionne Brand (Toronto, M&S)
Walking to Mojacar by Di Brandt (Brandon, MA, Turnstone Press)
Living Under Plastic by Evelyn Lau (Vancouver, Oolichan Books)
Memory’s Daughter by Alice Major (Edmonton, University of Alberta Press)
Cathedral by Pamela Porter (British Columbia, Ronsdale Press)
La luna, Tango, siempre la luna (The Moon, Tango, Always the Moon) by Nela Rio (Fredericton, Broken Jaw Press)

Lowther jury: Magie Dominic, Eric Folsom, Yvonne Trainer

Spare thoughts re: the Lampert
There was really an embarrassment of riches this year for first collections. This isn’t a bad list. Some real diversity to be found. I’m glad to see [sic] get some attention, it being one of my very favourites of the past year, and obviously a big Wilson Park Road shout-out goes out to Vox Pop roommate and local superhero, Jeff Latosik. Anna Swanson is a friend, too, who wrote the kind of good, well-rounded debut that tends to sometimes get lost in these cattle calls. The only book here I haven’t read is Clea Roberts, but I’ll get on it. As for omissions? There’s lots. Leigh Nash would have been nice to see, also Melanie Siebert has to be a surprise after making the GG shortlist. Joshua Trotter? Or would his book be under 2011? I’d argue that the most obvious omission here, though, is Michael Lista’s. I think Bloom is that rare poetry collection that garners both critical excitement and (soon thereafter) the first inklings of an early critical backlash. Ninety-eight percent of first collections, including the great majority of Lampert winners, acquire neither in their time. Bloom will have to settle for being the most-discussed first book of the year, despite not making the LCP’s list of “best”.

Spare thoughts re: the Lowther:
I’ve read fewer of these, so I’ll tread lightly. Nice to see Dionne Brand out there for Ossuaries. I haven’t read the Brandt, but usually follow her work, so I’m surprised I’ve missed this one. That’s two book buying missives handed down to me by the League this afternoon…Omissions? I would have liked to see Sharon McCartney make it. Dani Couture’s “Sweet” was also wonderful. There’s always two to three deserving lists worth of options for this prize, I’m sure everyone has a pet book they’re disappointed to see miss out, but those two are probably mine, these two and the any number of other titles I can’t presently remember…Edit: I just woke up today and asked myself, “Wait, is Suzanne Buffam’s book on that list?” It is not. So there’s another surprise.

How about the League showing their diversity stripes on the publisher front? Twelve books, twelve different presses, and I count only 2 Toronto outfits in the whole batch (M&S and Tightrope). The League awards have sometime of a decentralist’s reputation compared to the Griffin and whatnot, and that’s displayed here.

Ah, awards season. That blessed time of every calendar year where we pause for a moment to express art as integers. Griffins drop tomorrow. You’ll know ‘em when I know ‘em.

This Changes Nothing, Double Production

March 27, 2011

Those of you with more substantial lives may have missed the interesting conversation stemming from Mike Lista’s newest column at the National Post. The thesis, in brief, is that the death of a certain percentage of the nation’s literary magazine, though bad for those magazines and the people who read and write them, might be good for the national literature as a whole.

If you’d like me to give you a reader to bring you up to date, I’d recommend first hitting the source, and then maybe Laurie Fuhr’s rebuttal, which is the best and the most nuanced (not that being the “most nuanced” rebuttal is difficult when poets are talking about economics). In fairness to Mike, please note that Laurie’s not hemmed in by column length. That matters.

You should read both opinions. You should do this because you’re plural thinkers willing and able to consider multiple opinions. You’re Vox Pop readers. You’re not distracted by the simple braying of other web-based sources of literary information I could mention but won’t, because I’m on vacation and in a good mood.

Of course, I have some thoughts on the issue. Feel free to add your own.

1. I’m relieved, and excited, to hear a model of Canadian literature that does not treat the possibility of losing a few journals as a Pompeii moment. To clarify, I disagree with the statement I’ve heard before that “we have more journals than we need.” That’s not really what’s happening here. I will say: we have more journals than we’re using.

2. This really is point 1b, but whatever…The lit. journals I regularly read are: Arc, CNQ, Open Letter, and Poetry is Dead. I venture into others, but those are my big four. I would argue that all four cover distinct aesthetic and cultural territory, and while there is (blessed!) overlap between the four, I don’t think I’d struggle to sell them to anybody as *different* magazines, with separate audiences, politics, and intentions.

3. Lista’s prediction of the future of literary publishing uses a model of commodity economics that I don’t feel is prescient. “Literary magazine” is not the product here. However, to defend him against his more voracious critics, that product is also not the more general “literacy”. One thing I can be certain about is that (not to pick on them, I’m choosing them at random…) “The Fiddlehead” is not an agent of public literacy. People who read The Fiddlehead are already leading highly literate lives. NOW Magazine (or The Coast, or whatever the alt-weekly is in your city) is an agent of public literacy, as its readership may or may not be reading everyday otherwise. The Fiddlehead is an entertainment for a literate sub-population. It’s not increasing the country’s number of readers.

Anyway, “Literary magazine” is not a commodity in the same way that “pork bellies” are a commodity. We don’t care what kind of pork belly it is and where it comes from, we consider all pork bellies equal in the tally. A view that assumes that if we have a third as many magazines, they’d have three times as many readers, neglects the qualitative dimension of reading as much as it neglects purely economic factors like serial consumption, collaboration, and product-mixing.

4. I think that the magazines most likely to survive without any external funding are the ones that can identify themselves as unique offerers of content. I’m sorry for these cold, clinical words, by the way. But, I’d argue that we need them. I feel that all four of the magazines I mentioned in #2 are unique. I also feel like we have, maybe, 6-10 journals in this country that are well-supported by institutions and government, and are not unique content providers. What’s the difference (aesthetically, politically, editorially) between Grain and Prairie Fire? I like both Grain and Prairie Fire, but this is likely because I like both poems and short stories and Canadian lit. I like the non-unique content they offer. If asked, Which do I like more? I’d fail to even understand the question. There’s no difference between them. And very limited difference between them and The Antigonish, Fiddlehead, The Malahat, et al. Don’t believe me? Do this: tear the cover off of all the back issues on your book shelf, and throw them in a bag. Now pull one journal out of the bag, open to, say, page 40, and start reading. What journal are you reading? Answer me quickly. Don’t look at the spine.

5. Variety can’t be measured quantitatively. To that end: “We have a diverse literary culture in Canada, as evidence by our forty-seven literary journals” is a bogus statement. We only have a diverse literary culture in this country if we are using those forty-seven (a made up number, likely hyperbolic) in the service of diversity. Moore and company have evil in their hearts, but at least a sliver of their brain-dead lexicon (“eliminate redundancies”) is valid to our situation. All we are is a house of redundancy.

6. It’s dangerous, as both Lista and Fuhr have done (and, full disclosure, I’m about to do) to try and predict the future. Nobody will get it right. That being said, here’s my concern about where the funding changes might take us….

Imagine I’m correct that the beige standard of mainstream literary publishing (I’ll call it the “I just want to publish good writing” effect) is what dies out in ten years, this is in no way good news for the remaining journals. And it’s worse news for the writers, even those who still get published, and even those who, like myself, were always suspicious of the journals’ advertised role in the creative ecology of the country, anyway.

It is in the nature of threatened organizations (governments, companies, families, eg) to revert to a more conservative approach. We tighten up. We focus inwardly. I’m concerned that the best way to weather a new economic obstacle is to “shore up support”. Thus we retreat to our tribes and our bastions. If Open Letter find themselves to be the country’s lone remaining avant garde literary journal (and I pick them only because I like them the most and I’m familiar with them, who knows if that’s how it would happen) then they suddenly inherit the readership and the burden of that singularity. They move from being a journal of avant garde Canadian writing to a journal of the avant garde Canadian writer. I’m not sure what would happen next, but imagine that one-off stabs at crossover aesthetics (like the brilliant recent “Humour” issue) become things of the past. The same retreat/defense maneuver plays out around the comparable aesthetic milieus at Arc and CNQ. In twenty years, is it conceivable that anyone is published in more than two of these three magazines? Wait, is that even happening now?

I’m leaving Poetry is Dead out of this part of the conversation because A. Methinks they don’t get any funding already and B. They are pirates. And pirates will always survive somewhere, wedged under the national floorboards, in basements and study halls, with nothing but their youth and their I-dont-give-a-fuck to guide them.

7. People who read this blog will see the scenario described in #6 as my version of the hellish, post-apocalyptic nightmare of Beyond Thunderdome. It’s in this view of a potential future that I disagree with my friend Mike, as grateful as I am that somebody would take on the sacred cow of periodicals funding in the first place. I don’t see how the Moore model fosters a national literary culture, unless that nation is Yugoslavia.

But I don’t know. This is important to say: I’ve thought about it, even written about it a bit (again, on vacation, while watching the news and listening to a relative’s story about her teaching job–so mind the typos, kids) and I don’t know. None of us know the future. But I think that we should probably all be scared.

Atlantic Poetry Prize Shortlist

March 23, 2011

We are entering shortlists season. Regional awards aplenty in March, then the league prizes on April 4th, and the big Griffin announcement on the 5th. At the risk of blowing myself out between now and then, I do want to give a shout out to the three books (all really good ones, I feel) that made the list for the Atlantic Poetry Prize. The APP being the regional poetry award of Vox’s homeland, and all.

I Do Not Think that I Could Love a Human Being
by Johanna Skibsrud (Gaspereau)

It’s nice to get a reminder that Johanna is, as well as being a successful novelist and national sin-eater for all the joys and hypocrasies of the publishing industry, a poet first and foremost. I predict this shortlisting will result in less than one one-thousandth the foo-fer-ah that accompanied her other literary prize this year. This is a complicated book, and took me a couple passes before I managed to lock on to her rhythm. It looks casual and arrhythmic at first. It’s not.

Learning to Count
by Douglas Burnet Smith (Frontenac)

This is a book that should have some more readers. I said so here. You should get one. You can do that at the link above. The larger piece that sits in the middle of Learning to Count, Terrace and Dome, is a perfect object lesson in how to structure the unstructured long poem.

Lookout
by John Steffler (McClelland & Stewart)

Another solid book by one of Canada’s best mid-career poets. What’s not to like? I thin, on the whole, I’d take Ravenous or Grey Islands over this newest one, but there’s some staggering poems here. I can’t think of specific titles but there’s one about a river about two-thirds of the way through that is among his best.

Lots of other books didn’t make the list, but I’m happy with this one. Would have been nice to see maybe George Murray’s Glimpse, or Sharon McCartney’s For and Against, make it. But I can live with this. In the usually-enraging pantheon of poetry shortlists, I can live with this.

You can learn more about this year’s APP list, and the rest of the Atlantic Book Awards, over here.

The Harbourfront Poetry Stage is Exactly as Bad as Slavery

March 17, 2011

“I conceived of the whole enterprise as like a group of slaves getting together and deciding, after a performance in blackface, who the slave-iest slave was, and then that slave leading the other slaves in a toast to the magnanimity of the masters.”

This is what Shane Nielson is saying today in “The Winnipeg Review” on the subject of why the Harbourfront Centre doing an all-poetry night, and inviting some of those participants to come back and do the IFOA in October, is an atrocity surpassed, or maybe only matched, by slavery. I suspect Shane wants me to rant back at him, but I’m not going to. Where do you start with someone willing to begin with the above comparison, and go further? I’m just going to post this link, and you can go read it for yourself. Some people don’t need the help of my satire.

Later on in the rant, Neilson says this about me, “Mooney was the first winner of this contest, and he has been its host ever since, upping the ironic ante: Mooney has been rewarded with a perpetual gig there, but only after choosing segregation. I am willing to bet that Harbourfront will further reward his sycophancy with a spot for his new book of poems, Folk. Subtitled: How To Get Ahead In The Short Term.”

I don’t know, man. You don’t like the event? That’s cool. I can’t imagine hating it this much, though. I hope the Winnipeg Review likes this bump in traffic they’re going to get.

Yours,
The Public Segregationist

Interview with Adam Seelig up at The Walrus Blog

February 18, 2011

Hi everyone.

Lots of love goes out to the various bloggers, editors, and webpeople who wrote in with suggestions and offers of new homes for my Critical Interviews series. I was a little overwhelmed by the response (free content, for arts blogs, who knew that’d be a hit??) and it took me a few days to filter through the options.

I’ve taken Matt McKinnon at The Walrus’s blog up on his offer to host the series. Matt runs the electronic side of a magazine that has the audacity to put a poem up along side, say, a think piece on the psychogeography of Vancouver. These are good people. They are taking poetry out on play dates.

So, the first interview in the series is now up in the gorgeous e-environment that The Walrus provides. It is with Toronto/Vancouver playwright and poet Adam Seelig, author of the new long poem/novel/typographic experiment, Every Day in the Morning (slow). Adam’s a good guy, and was willing to live with the epic waits that sometimes took place between my questions. Here’s the interview. Hope you like it.

-Jake


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