Sunday, January 28, 2007

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU Part II

... Actually, referring to the post below, what Allen is advocating (with qualifications of course) is first person singular as a kind of "default person", which I'd say it already is in contemporary poetry, and indeed, in lyric poetry of all the ages.

But, to explore you a little more…

In English there are many senses of you.

You can be plural you (speaking to two or more people at once) or singular you (speaking to one person); it can also be general (sometimes called indefinite) you, which is like "one", as in informal speech when we give instructions ( "to repair a flat bicycle tire you have to first determine where the leak is"), or a specific (sometimes called definite) you, as in "I want to speak to you."

What Allen is complaining about is an over-indulgence of the indefinite you, which can get more than a tad presumptuous if carried too far.

But here's an amazing poem written in the indefinite second person, that doesn't just "work" but blows me away -- because it is so vividly rendered, because it takes you into such surprising spaces.

WHERE YOU GO WHEN SHE SLEEPS by TR Hummer

What is it when a woman sleeps, her head bright
In your lap, in your hands, her breath easy now as though it had never been
Anything else, and you know she is dreaming, her eyelids
Jerk, but she is not troubled, it is a dream
That does not include you, but you are not troubled either,
It is too good to hold her while she sleeps, her hair falling
Richly on your hands, shining like metal, a color
That when you think of it you cannot name, as though it has just
Come into existence, dragging you into the world in the wake
Of its creation, out of whatever vacuum you were in before,
And you are like the boy you heard of once who fell
At the top swirling in a gold whirlpool, a bright eddy of grain, the boy
You imagine, leaning over the edge to see it, the noon sun breaking
Into the center of the circle he watches, hot on his back, burning
And he forgets his father’s warning, stands on the edge, looks down,
The grain spinning, dizzy, and when he falls his arms go out, too thin
For wings, and he hears his father’s cry somewhere, but is gone
Already, down in a gold sea, spun deep in the heart of the silo,
And when they find him, his mouth, his throat, his lungs
Full of the gold that took him, he lies still, not seeing the world
Through his body but through the deep rush of grain
Where he has gone and can never come back, though they drag him
Out, his father’s tears bright on both their faces, the farmhands
Standing by blank and amazed—you touch that unnamable
Color in her hair and you are gone into what is not fear or joy
But a whirling of sunlight and water and air full of shining dust
That takes you, a dream that is not of you but will let you
Into itself if you love enough, and will not, will never let you go.


For most of us, this you becomes a kind of I in a dream, an essential or existential I.

At least part of the effectiveness of you here, though, is that the narrator doesn't stay in that difficult-to-sustain voice very long: the poem soon becomes a third person narration with the description of the boy's experience of falling into the silo, and we only return to the you in the final lines. (That the boy's subjective experience of his own death can only be imagined -- that it is indeed the "stuff that dreams are made on" -- of course contributes to the dream-like quality of this poem.)

However Hummer brings it off, that attainment of a dream-like quality is, I would say, is the challenge of writing a poem in the general or indefinite you.

I have also, by the way, seen you begin as a kind of general you, and then turn quite accusatory as that you takes on the particularities of a specific you. That, too, can be quite compelling.

As a side note, in languages like Spanish, French and others, the English second person may be parsed into different pronouns which inherently specify whether one speaking hypothetically, to one person or to two or more. But in English, well, we do have this ambiguous or multi-purpose you which requires context to clarify. The effectiveness of the unclarified you depends upon the persuasiveness of that context, and ultimately, how you is used.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Close (long-distance) call

Francisco Santos is back in Toronto with our copies of Undressing the Night. Says everything is perfect -- well, one tiny spelling error in an inconsequential place. I'm looking forward to when he sends me some of my share of the copies. The close call was that because of delays at the printers, the book wasn't ready until only a few hours before Francisco passed through Costa Rica on his way back to Toronto. On top of that Norberto, our publisher, couldn't reach him until the last moment to find out which plane he was on -- he was inaccessible because his mother suddenly had to go to the hospital (now she seems OK). In other words, the trip -- from the point of view of its main purpose, getting the books -- was almost a waste. What a relief when I phoned Norberto on his cell and found they were having lunch together at the airport in San Jose. Lots of fun talking to them both.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU!!!

Back in '05, Allen Sutterfield (a.k.a.Adze, one of my three or four honest friends/readers/critics) sent me a missive absolutely lambasting a poem I wrote in that rarest of persons, Second. After all this time, yes, I admit, I (almost) completely agree -- it's back to the drawing board with that one. Here's is the substance of the criticism:
This one…rubs me wrong at every turn… 2nd Person is a very weak viewpoint - the reader is immediately "double-distanced" from whatever is happening… it's rhetorical, not personal…
He goes on to say,
Second Person is all but impossible. Change your "second person" musings to First Person and feel the difference.

Think about basic honesty: there is only first person, really, for anybody.

Even First Person plural is difficult. It sets up awkward pronouns (We…from our previous life." & noun s/plural difficulties.

It is not that one can't or "should never" - not at all.

But it is good to look quite calmly and objectively at the

differences

involved when making these specific choices rather than just vaguely ascribing the difficulties to Poetry, Psychology, Creativity, etc.

By focussing on specific, concrete language choices and strategies, one can greatly improve the

writing

involved. As for the sensibility, that's a whole other matter. But writing is a controllable, adjustable, learnable discipline.

Only vanity argues this point.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Just switched to the New Blogger software, and so far, in almost all respects, I give it a glowing review.

Publishing is now instantaneous (no longer do you have to look at that cursed wheel going round and round and round) and the dashboard and editing layouts generally better arranged. The most exciting feature of this software is that you can label the post (as below) according to any hyperlinked category you want. The effect of this is that earlier posts are no longer pushed into an archival nether world once they fall behind the current display. Anyone Googling or otherwise accessing any post can gain instant access to others in your blog on the same or similar topics. For bloggers, too, it will lead to a different and more flexible kind of referencing to their own work: passing allusions to what they said previously on the topic, with an invite to simply click on the label below, etc.

This evening, I spent about four hours in editing mode, giving labels to my posts, and so far, have done nearly half of them. It's the kind of job you want to do all at once, while your memory of categories you have come up with is fresh. But with some 380 posts, well, it's a task I'll have to finish in stages...

The advantages clearly outweigh the disadvantages, but if I were to redesign the label feature, I'd put it in a less conspicuous place -- perhaps in a slightly smaller font just under the POSTED BY/COMMENTS line. Labels shouldn't have the last word, as it were.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Canadian Writer blog links

Funny, all this time I was labouring under the impression -- the delusion, as it turns out -- that for some mysterious reason I was one of the few Canadians on the poetblog block. This may have been true when I started back in May, 2004, but it sure ain't true now. Be that as it may, most of my little blog community -- found mostly via either the seemingly exhaustive blogroll on Silliman's Blog or Victoria Chang's deceased blog -- comes from south of the border. (See links lists to the right.) That may be soon a'changing. Here's an extensive listing of Canadian poet/literary bloggers -- a resource for myself as much as for others -- cut and pasted directly from Rob McLennan's blog. (A huge thanks, Rob.) As he puts it, why do so many of them have not a single link to another...? Yeah, why? Why have we been labouring in isolation from each other? These include (and the rest of the commentary is Rob's, not mine):

Stuart Ross (Toronto), Michael Winter (Toronto/Newfoundland; writing these lovely bits of nonfiction/fictions), Corey Frost (Montreal/New York), poet/critic Gregory Betts (St. Catharine's ON), fiction writer Kate Sutherland (Toronto), expat Sina Queyras (New York), Jennifer Mulligan (Ottawa/Gatineau), Mark Truscott (Toronto), former Ottawa resident Wanda O'Connor (Montreal), Jon
Paul Fiorentino
(Montreal), Rhona McAdam (Victoria), Ariel Gordon & her other one (Winnipeg), Tracy Hamon (Regina), Karla Andrich (Winnipeg), Jennifer LoveGrove (Toronto), Ken Kowal (Winnipeg), Rob Budde (Prince George BC), Jordan Scott (Coquitlam BC/Calgary), unknown (Toronto), Gary Barwin (Hamilton ON), Julia Williams (Calgary), George Murray (now in St. Johns NFLD), Thomas Wharton (Edmonton), Erin Noteboom (Waterloo ON), Zoe Whittall (Toronto), Harold Rhenisch & another one (150 Mile House BC), Kellie Underhill (Sackville NB), Peter Garner (Montreal), Bernadette Wagner (Regina), Jan Lars Jensen (Nova Scotia), J.R. Carpenter (Montreal), Pearl Pirie (Ottawa), Claude Lalumiere (Montreal), Abigail Friedman (QC), Marcus McCann (Ottawa), Lou Reeves (Ottawa), Nienke Hinton (Toronto), "mompoet" (Port Moody BC), Vincent Tinguely (Montreal), Sherwin Tjia (Montreal), Shawnda Wilson (Montreal), Jude Goodwin (Squamish BC), Jim Munro (Toronto), William Gibson (Vancouver), etc
more focused on poetry,
including poet ryan fitzpatrick (Calgary), Bywords editor Amanda Earl (Ottawa), Jeremy Stewart (Prince George BC), Denielle (Prince George BC), Ian Whistle (Nepean ON/Winnipeg), Jennifer Mulligan (Ottawa/Gatineau), Chris Hutchinson (Vancouver), Weldon Hunter (Vancouver), etc
reviews & announcements,

including poet/editor derek beaulieu (Calgary), former Ottawa resident Laurie Fuhr (Calgary), Bywords editor Amanda Earl (Ottawa), Nathaniel G. Moore (Toronto), kevin Spenst (Vancouver) etc

entertaining visuals, whether artwork, comic books or visual/concrete poetry:

ross priddle (Medicine Hat AB), Tom Fowler (Ottawa) etc

many of which still work some variant on all of the above (none of these considerations, as I give them, are absolute). What floors me are the ones who can keep more than one blog going at a time (I can barely keep up with my one). Why does Toronto lad Nathaniel G. Moore need one, two, three, four blogs? There's even a writers retreat with a blog, & then of course the blog for the late Montreal poet Irving Layton...

The collaborative ones are particularly interesting, including the one Ariel Gordon, Bren Simmers & others keep, as well as this one (when does Gordon find time to do anything else?) or this one, by folk I don't seem to know, as are the geographically-related collaborative blogs, including the one Rob Budde plays about in his northern British Columbia, The Calgary Blow-Out, or trans-cribing Canada, the Winnipeg Words, or my own attempts through the ottawa poetry newsletter. I think Anansi has touring authors get blogs, which is why (it seems) Lisa Moore started, and Michael Winter too, but he keeps going...

Vancouver writer/editor Wayde Compton keeps one with others, on his Hogan's Alley Project, working to celebrate the early histories of the black community in Vancouver. Apparently Toronto poet and ECW Press editor Michael Holmes has started one for mostly ECW business; The Mercury Press also has one for notices (& then all the others on my sidebar that I just haven't mentioned...). Has the blog simply replaced the noticeboard?

And then there are all the Canadians living abroad, working their own variations, including Sina Queyras (Toronto/Montreal) and Corey Frost & his other one (Montreal) wandering New York, or Todd Swift (Montreal), Frances Kruk (Calgary), Richard Rathwell (Ottawa/Vancouver) and John Stiles (Nova Scotia), currently living in England, or poet Neile Graham in Seattle. Where else?

Saturday, January 13, 2007

QUINTESSENTIAL POETRY MAGAZINE

Send only your BEST work.

It is strongly suggested that you read several issues before submitting. We do not publish religious poetry, erotic poetry, sound poetry, concrete poetry, or poetry with words or phrases already under copyright. Poems, in other words, must be entirely original. We rarely publish poetry that rhymes, unless it is very good.

Every few issues, we run a theme issue. To learn what the upcoming theme will be, please purchase the previous issue of our magazine.

Because of our fixed format, poems must not be more than 32 lines long or 27 characters wide, single-spaced only, in Times New Roman font.

We do NOT accept simultaneous submissions. Please copy the following text into the covering letter with your poems:
I certify that I am the author of these unpublished poems, that they are not under consideration by another journal, and that should one or more pieces be selected for publication, I will grant QUINTESSENTIAL POETRY MAGAZINE the right of first publication. In the event that they are reprinted in *any* form (print, web, electronic media), I will cite QUINTESSENTIAL POETRY MAGAZINE as the place of first publication.
If it is discovered that you have ever simultaneously submitted poems while under our consideration, you will be placed on a black list to be automatically circulated to all other magazines on our data base.

Out of 5 million poetry submissions last year, we published seven. Two of these were unsolicited ms.

We are currently seeking volunteer readers. We have a considerable backlog, so we may take up to 24 months to respond.

If you should happen to pass away while your work is under our consideration, please notify us through your next of kin. Posthumous submissions will not be considered more than six months after the poet's death.

Please include SASE.

Should your poem appear in our magazine, it will be considered for our annual QUINTESSENTIAL POETRY PRIZE. Winners will be declared QUINTESSENTIAL POETS, win a cash award of $1,000 US, and a life-time subscription to our magazine. They will also receive immediate solicitation from Poetry, The Hudson Review, The Kenyon Review, Paris Review, Blackbird...

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

From the belly of a different beast...

I enjoyed this post by Simon on editing his latest venture, Absent, a lot. Anything from an revue editor's perspective is interesting to me, since I've never actually done that beast of a job. I think he may be exaggerating when he says,
If you have not read an issue of the magazine to which you are submitting, do not submit. If you read an issue and do not like it, or (which amounts to the same thing) do not grok it, save everybody's time and do not submit. There are many towns in poetryland, and you can "take a train" to "a different town" very easily. In this "different town" you may enjoy "the buildings" better, and your work is much more likely to be accepted by the "town planning comission."
About grok: I think if I didn't send until I was sure I had "grokked" the magazine (which sounds like more of a complete intuitional grasp than simply "liking"), I'd probably be waiting 'till kingdom come.

Sometimes I send to a review because because I sense -- even not reading it in its entirety -- that poems I have might fit in. Sometimes one issue can be misleading: I've read issues I've disliked of magazines that I later learned published poets (and even poems) I really appreciate. Some of the older reviews one can get a bead on if one looks through the review AND knows the some of the poets they have published. Then there are occasions where I study a review, think I have something right down their alley that doesn't elicit any interest at all.

I don't send out much, but have a fairly good batting average (over the last 2 years, 1 acceptance of one to three poems for every 5 or 6 five-poem submissions), so I guess I'm doing something right.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Paint drying etc.

Never has a Montreal January been so balmy -about 12 degrees c. in the sun. Rode my bicycle ...

Paradisiacal, this prelude to planetary destruction.

Today my partner and I went down to Musee d'Art Contemporain, saw an exhibit of Neo Rauch, a surrealist German painter somewhat a la Dali who was quite depressively impressive , a Serge Murphy installation that was quite delightful, and some offbeat/pretentious video art by Rodney Graham and others. One of Graham's videos (the best one in my view) featured the artist seated in a deck chair before a bored/bemused audience about a hundred, throwing potatoes at a huge Japanese gong (I think this one was called Lobbing Potatoes at a Gong): sometimes he hit it with a big kabaam which resonated through the whole gallery, but sometimes the potatoes missed with a loud thump. A collision of Eastern mysticism and Western matter-of-factness (am I reading too much into this?), with dead pan (resounding pan) humour. Another video (not by him, by someone else) showed a snail crawling across some sand for about 20 minutes, from a distant, not-so-in-focus camera.

I couldn't help but wonder -- if I painted a wall and then filmed it drying and titled it "Watching Paint Dry", would I be able apply for funding? Has this idea been already done? Ah well...

Friday, January 05, 2007

BOOKS READ IN 2006

As I'm sure some of you do, I keep track of what I read -- books, and, arbitrary as that is, even page numbers (here I get to flex a rarely exercised statistical muscle in my brain). The books I read in 2006 amounted to 5,905 pages (I don't include blank pages at the beginnings of books) -- a pretty strong year of reading for me. Actually I've been keeping track since about 1988 -- it's interesting go over those old lists! I include complete books -- but don't include say individual poems in collections or stories or articles read on the internet (a large bulk of my reading, actually). If I read what came out as an individual book within a Collected, I'm kind to myself and count that as a completed book. (I rarely can make my way through a whole Collected.) Here's an edited list. Hyperlinks are to reviews or quotes or commentary made earlier this last year on this blog. Clearly, I don't get around to writing on this blog about everything I read, including some of the reading highlights of my year. Peter, I intend to write about your book one of these days, and Bill, yours, and Steven, yours. Don't know what happened a the end of the list -- it went invisible, so I turned it yellow; now I can't change it from yellow, or the last part from a large white font.

POETRY (Complete books)
Theodore Roethke (from the Collected): Praise to the End
Hart Crane: The Bridge
Ilya Kaminsky: Dancing in Odessa
Vladimir Mayakovsky: The Bedbug & Selected Poetry
Anne Simpson: Loop
Don Coles: from How We All Swiftly (The First Six Books):
Sometimes All Over, Anniversaries
William Carlos Williams, Selected
Bill Knott (Saint Geraud): The Naomi Poems: Corpse and Beans
Li-Young Lee: Rose
Steven Michael Berzensky (Mick Burrs): The Names Leave the Stones: Poems New & Selected
Peter Pereira: Saying the World
Francisco Santos: Undressing the Night (reread in the process of editing)
CHAPBOOKS:
Stephen Michael Berzensky: Among the Discards
Jean-Pierre Pelletier: L’AmnĂŠsique (Vols 1 & 2) (French)
Allen Sutterfield (Adze): Rain Moth
Vincent Tinguely: parc ave. poems
Nina Bruck: Here I Am (Working Title: read in the process of selecting/editing
NOVELS
Dan Brown: The Da Vinci Code
Nicole Brossard (trans. Susanne de Lotbinière-Harwood): Yesterday, at the Hotel Clarendon
Ivan KlĂ­ma, A Summer Affair
NON-FICTION
David Kline & Dan Burstein: Blog! how the newest media revolution is changing politics, business & culture
Steven D. Levitt & Stephen J. Dubmer: Freakonomics
Janet Frame: An Angel at my Table, (Autobiography Vol. 2)
Joseph Epstein: Ambition: The Secret Passion
Peter Singer and Jim Mason: The Way We Eat: Why Our Food Choices Matter
Moira Farr: After Daniel: A Suicide Survivor’s Tale.
Pat Capponi: The War at Home: An Intimate Portrait of Canada’s Poor
Kay Redfield Jamison: An Unquiet Mind (also here and here)
Jack Henry Abbot: In the Belly of the Beast
The Quotable Nichiren: Words for Daily Living
Deepak Chopra: The Book of Secrets
Joseph Campbell: Myths To Live By
SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS
Jumpa Lahiri: Interpreter of Maladies
Ivan KlĂ­ma: My Merry Mornings
Guy de Maupassant: Contes Choisis de Guy de Maupassant (in French)
BOOKS PARTIALLY READ:
Frederick K. Goodwin & Kay Redfield Jamison: Manic Depressive Illness
Dennis Lee, Body Music (two essays: Poetry of Al Purdy, Body Music)
BOOKS UNFINISHED (& intend to complete)
Jack Myers & Don C. Wukasch: Dictionary of Poetic Terms (now I'm up to the end of letter M)
Beth Powning:
Edge Seasons

Robert Pack and Jay Parini, ed.
Introspections: American Poets on their Own Poems

Nick Flynn:
Some Ether

Daisaku Ikeda:
For Today & Tomorrow

Hafiz trans. Daniel Ladinsky:
The Gift

The Dalai Lama’s Book of Wisdom

Jack Kornfield:
After the Ecstasy, The Laundry

Mark Strand & Eavan Boland, editors:
The Making of a Poem: A Norton
Anthology of Forms
The Essential Rilke
(trans. Galway Kinnel, Hanna Liebman)
Sharon Olds:
Strike Sparks
Maureen Seaton: Little Ice Age

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Re: Undressing the Night, other good news

Finally, after muchisima revision and delay, the definitive edition of Undressing the Night is going to press tomorrow. And Francisco is flying down to Costa Rica on Jan. 15 to pick up our 250 copies, then is off to Managua for ten days to visit family and friends before coming back to Toronto.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Other forms of tissue paper...

In response to this post by Scoplaw:

You absorptives just don't get it! We anti-absorptives aren't interested in "real people", "trapped in bad situations", in the "human drama", all that cloying claptrap! We're interested in employing our vocabulary to jiggle with your synapses and make you see, hear, feel in a totally fresh, new way! And if you can't appreciate what we're doing, to hell with you! At the same time, you ought to respect us, esteem us, and in the end, applaud us, because we're cool. We're hip to what you're doing even if you're not hip to us, in that way we're superior. So come on board and join us, we're it and we want you to be with it too, which is, of course, what we're doing. It's all for the good of poetry, right? It's all in the name of keeping it contemporary, right? What's that expression on your face?! OK! Stay in the dark if you want to! Shut up!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The Psychology of Self-Publishing

Thanks, everyone, for your comments to the post below.
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To regular readers of Simon DeDeo, this discussion of the psychology of self publishing, posted last August, is old hat, but I found it worthwhile rereading again. Speaking of those who refer back to self-publishing luminaries like Blake and Whitman, he writes (parenthesised phrase mine):
(One red herring that surfaces over and over again in discussions on the subject...) is the idea that self-publishing in the twenty-first century is in any way comparable to the self-publishing of the nineteenth or early-twentieth century. This, to me, seems to be a move made by defenders of self-publishers — and we as a bunch are notorious for having them — to link the act to some kind of legitimizing tradition. Yet whatever history will have to say about Organic Furniture Cellar, the fact remains that the contemporary act of self-publication is a fundamentally delegitimizing move.
He has extenuating things to say about people like Bill Knott, etc.
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For reasons I won't go into here, I took down yesterday's post.