Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Faith Arkorful, The Seventh Town of Ghosts

 

Auntie has three children and all are born before breath.
She takes the third child home. She lays him to rest in a crib
he’ll never grow out of. 

____

 

Miracle baby. Gabriel opts out of making an appearance,
but men of the earth are always willing.
The rudest carries a machete. He chops at the ground
looking for weeds and finds cousin’s hand.

One palm carries a long scar through it, an oblique,
undiscovered constellation. (“MIRACLE BABY”)

As part of this year’s spring quartet of poetry titles from McClelland and Stewart is Toronto poet Faith Arkorful’s eagerly-awaited full-length debut, The Seventh Town of Ghosts (Toronto ON: McClelland and Stewart, 2024), a book that begins with her mother, and of origins. “i am going to tell you about yourself, she says,” the poem “ORIGIN STORY,” which opens the collection, begins, “which means she is going to tell me what she knows of / a beginning for herself.” The poems in The Seventh Town of Ghosts are thick, tangible and evocative, populated with family and familial connections; of familial spaces and cultural apparatus. “I can only guarantee my breathing in the present.” she writes, as part of the poem “WHAT ERA WOULD YOU TRAVEL TO IF YOU HAD A TIME / MACHINE?,” “This life is my only / chance. What comes before glows in the dark.” These are poems that seek, seek out and call out, responding and reacting in ways thoughtful, and with considerable weight. “I have no answers,” she writes, as part of the poem “LONG ISLAND MEDIUM,” “only small honesties. / The moon moves around us and us around / the sun. Every breath a plant makes is an / act of forgiveness. Winter is a chore and a / punishment. I know these truths.”

A clear and confident debut, The Seventh Town of Ghosts is a book of truth and connection; a book of witness moving across the culture, amid the long shadow of ongoing and perpetual police violence. “I tried to explain the story and you said that if / the police don’t provide a reason for the stop then they / have done something illegal.” the poem “NO DIFFERENT” begins, “You are telling me this means / I am allowed to walk away. I am trying to explain that / I have never seen a police officer struggle to find a reason. / You and I do not share the same rules.” With a strong and optimistic heart at its core, this is a book that works to speak openly, while attempting to reconcile such differences, disturbances and brutal and blatant truths. Or, as the poem “JUSTIN TRUDEAU DREAMS IN BLACKFACE” ends: “This / country belongs to me. This body, all bodies. I am a kingdom of bodies. / Indeed, many will have to stand throughout my performance.”

 

Monday, April 22, 2024

Alice Notley, Being Reflected Upon

 

Teach them how to love       why should anyone care
Why should anyone anything

 

I told her ‘I’m frightened’      it was 2:40 a.m.
so we took a walk in the dark this was a dream
when I was little I would wake up scared too
in the next dream no one signed up for my class at Naropa
I am 71 years old teach them how to love
would you take that class what would I say
it has to do with … no filters
why would there be is there anything
Love’s the only thing I can find what is it it
is the holding together I can’t locate a different
thing why do you call it that       No Christian I
heard them singing Jesu meines Lebens Leben
a year ago the soprano wore a green taffeta dress
luxury of love sensations not ready-made
in that Protestant church near the Louvre
the pleasure of a thing is love of it the luxe
caring for others or all else is that to be?
so if you in your poem combine that with a modicum
of dross why dross I like the word
I think you should write a poem about tiny atoms of the
self I said no I didn’t wicked loving lies
I have nothing to tell anymore I’ve been on the Cross
a lot lately in an effort to keep space and time con-
nected where I am which might be everywhere
I don’t want you to fall apart I love you
what shall we do

Having published multiple book-length epics over the past decade-plus (although I see through her “Also by Alice Notley” list at the offset that I’m clearly behind on even her recent collections), I’m intrigued by the structural counterpoint of American poet Alice Notley’s latest, Being Reflected Upon (Penguin Poets, 2024), a collection subtitled “(a memoir of 17 years, 2000-2017).” As her opening “Preface” offers:

I was trying to find out if anything had happened between 2000 and 2017, it was 2017 and I had just finished treatment for my first breast cancer. Did the fact of the cancer have any significance? and something must have happened at some point during those years. I had been sitting in Paris alone since Doug Oliver died in April of the big millennial year—what had been going on? An expanse of timelessness. But importantly it wasn’t a chronology, it was actual time, one thing all together. Incidents I remembered emerged on top of those of previous “times”—it was stacked time; friends and relations died and I grieved having know them for so “long,” I would get seriously ill, or someone would, was that it, and there was the newsworthy, and I wrote a lot of books. It doesn’t matter when except inside the one thought of it. I became more obvious to myself, I discovered I was an unabashed location of unreported events of the Spirit, or Timelessness, the real name of Consciousness. I tried to let as many people as possible into my mind. I changed the past the present and future by blending them. I became the one who held things together as they, the things, kept their motions going, being reflected upon me.

Set in a kind of conversational lyric, Notley’s narratives work a strong storytelling impulse across fragmented threads, one that thrives on weaving, meandering and asides while still managing to maintain a book-length through-line. Her reflections blend memories, observations and dream-sequences. “what memory are you trying to recover,” she writes, as part of the poem “What is a Thing,” “not re-upholster [.]” Composed akin to a memoir-in-pieces, the flow of her gestures employ a rush and a push, offering a first-person lyric flow that speaks to and through itself. The opening of the poem “POEM,” for example, that reads: “It doesn’t matter if a poem is clear or not / hard or not       It’s basic and ongoing creation / of the universe in terms of its particles as I speak / it the poem       If you’re reading it you hear me too [.]” Notley has long been a poet utilizing the book as her unit of composition, but it is curious to see the shift of her working that same structure through the accumulation of individual, self-contained poems, a structure that harkens back to a far earlier works in her publishing history (a particular favourite of mine is her 1985 title Margaret & Dusty, for example, a book that used to be housed at the Ottawa Public Library, now disappeared from their catalogue). The epic, one might suppose, of small moments, individual pages.

The poems across Being Reflected Upon write in a kind of stream-of-consciousness manner, writing on her late husband, Doug Oliver, or of Ted Berrigan; of encountering Jimi Hendrix, or of a sequence of dreams, threading through her observations with as much weight as events that occurred during wakefulness. In this same direction, there’s even the occasional abstract around thinking and thought that reminds of Canadian poet Pearl Pirie, the opening of Notley’s “Everywhere” that exists in a curious parallel: “That my mind didn’t belong to my head as con- / tainer as if it could be so localized / but was everywhere or anywhere obviously [.]” In certain ways, Notley’s reflections both reflect on her recollections, her stories, but on the nature itself of recollection; how stories happen and are told, and retold; how stories and observances are relayed, and how these stories connect and even wrap around each other. “though your consciousness is somehow the judge already,” she writes, as part of the poem “Before the Cognitive Organization of Matter,” “things I’ve said for the last seven years events of my / life the earth is so used      and nothing can be new but / the Mojave had remained primal you could get lost in / a few square miles of it, know what I mean? / And die of exposure why not I had a friend (not Greg) who did / had accidentally shot and killed someone and in guilt / went out in summer away from town to sit // in full lotus position until he died they found him that / way my brother told me [.]” The poems here are fascinating for their layers around thinking and structure, with a richness quickly felt but allowing time, and rereading, to further and fully absorb. And of course, Notley does know how to tell a good, if occasionally indirect, story. Or, as the poem “What is ‘Conscious’” ends:

Let it all happen collapse and fly out of your-
selves the only sticking together’s of the mole-
cules of soul to tell each other we ex-

ist that’s all the universe is vanity

Sunday, April 21, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Anna Lee-Popham

Anna Lee-Popham is a poet, writer, and editor in Tkaronto (Toronto). She holds an MFA Creative Writing from the University of Guelph, and is a graduate of The Writer’s Studio at Simon Fraser University and University of Toronto’s School of Continuing Education Creative Writing Certificate, where she received the Janice Colbert Poetry Award. Her writing has been first runner-up in PRISM international’s Pacific Poetry Prize, shortlisted for The Fiddlehead Creative Nonfiction Contest and Room's Poetry Contest, and longlisted for the CBC nonfiction prize, and has been published or is forthcoming in Arc, Brick, Canthius, Riddle Fence, and Room, as well as Autostraddle and Lingue e Linguaggi. Her debut poetry collection, Empires of the Everyday, was published by McClelland & Stewart in Spring 2024.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

Some of my earlier work struggled to see beyond my own life. Yet I'm interested in the ways that poetry opens writers and readers out into the world. In my collection that is about to be published, Empires of the Everyday, I had a thrill of a time with an "I" that was clearly not “I, Anna” – and that landed me in a poetic voice that carried its own weight, its own toner, cadence, its own severity. This was not a conscious construct, but rather the space that opened up to write into. It’s an approach that learned from the path forged by many other writers.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

Like many, I wrote poetry as a child – on some days, remnants of a poem I wrote as a younger person (about not being able to sleep? not counting sheep?) linger in my mind. I wrote poetry, or parts of writing that had tones of poetry, in books that I kept hidden for much of my life.

3 – How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

Many notes, much reading, then more notes, then being out in the world, then noting that too, and back to reading. I am not sure I feel clear about when any particular project starts. While I remember a specific moment when I knew that Empires of the Everyday had taken on a shape –  laying in bed with my partner, discussing the voice of the "I",  the key questions, the piece was interested in exploring, and a clicking into a shape that seemed to be happening  – I feel that certainly these questions, possibly even the shape, were likely things I had been mulling about for years, living in the world we live in, as I do, with the relationships and interactions I get to have.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

With Empires of the Everyday, I knew it was poems that were all circulating a common project – though it took a moment, and prompting by others who were reading the poems, for me to understand it as a book. I am drawn to the expansiveness of a linked collection of poems, or a long poem. Bernadette Mayer, discussing the sonnet form, wrote “How serious notorious and public a form to think you could find the solution to a problem or an ending to an observation in one brief moment” – and this resonates with me. When I have tried to write poems that attempt to show a significant insight within the limits of a single poem, they have, in my experience, often fallen flat. This may, in part, be because for me any one thing, any one experience, always seems to hold complexity, often seems to open out to more nuance and intrigue. In this I feel in conversation with Grace Paley's writing about her relationships with her husbands. She writes "Either [of my husbands] has enough character for a whole life, which as it turns out is really not such a long time. You couldn't exhaust either man's qualities or get under the rock of his reasons in one short life." For me, this perspective extends beyond any individual or relationship to our broader world – in that it is not possible to get under the rock of the reasons of so much in our broader world, but I'm sure interested in peaking in. In this also, I am much more interested in questions than in answers – the questioning work that poetry can do, to open out more specific questions, to try "to find better questions to ask," as Canisia Lubrin discusses here.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

I'm currently in the process – meaning today, this week, as I write – of Empires of the Everyday being released. Yesterday, a friend texted saying that she'd received a notification that the book is available for pick up from her local bookstore, although the publication date isn't for a few days, and so I'm in that process of having something that was written alone, shared with a few people, then a few more, then supported heavily through editing, design, and all, by the phenomenal and generous team of more people at M&S – having this book suddenly emerge out to the broader world. Public readings can feel similar, that glorious experience of a thing emerging into the world. I appreciate how something through which I am attempting to engage with the world, then gets to engage with the world itself, though I don't crave the attention on oneself that a public reading requires.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

I wrote Empires of the Everyday sparked most actively by an incident in February 2021 when the city of Toronto started to demolish plywood structures that had been built in local parks. The structures had been built in response to the chronic issue of lack of affordable housing in Toronto and the acute issues of winter in Toronto (as night time temperatures frequently reached below -10’C) and rampant cases of COVID in homeless shelters.

When the mainstream media reported on this, they focused on the safety concerns the city cited for tearing down the shelters. But, from what I read in mainstream news, there was much they left out: experiences of violence towards houseless people by police, the disproportionately impacts of houselessness on communities of color and Indigenous communities, or the ongoing history of colonialism and imperialism in the city of Toronto, including the questionable legality of the Toronto Purchase Treaty between the Crown and the Mississaugas of the Credit, in the late 1700s or the fact that in 2010, the Government of Canada settled the Toronto Purchase Claim and the Brant Tract Claim for compensation of $145 million. There was certainly no mention of the history of slavery in the city of Toronto.

There was no reason for me to be surprised by the way the media reported on this incident, or by the city’s response. But this incident and the offhand, cool, distanced, piecemeal, uncontextualized reporting hooked me.

I became curious about what a tool might look like that would communicate this history, this context, link back to what the present is built upon. I began to wonder about how AI technology might act as a sort of translator of the news. What would the relationship be between the AI technology and the human? What would it be fed so that an analysis would be brought forward that could help develop an understanding? What form would the communication take? What would be its limitations? Why use AI technology for such a process?

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

I certainly come after – meaning I attempt to follow — Dionne Brand's framing in An Autobiography of the Autobiography of Reading that "the role of the writer… is to narrate [one's] own consciousness." Adrienne Rich has also informed my understanding of the role of poetry. In a conversation with Claudia Rankine, Rich explained: “In a time of frontal assaults both on language and on human solidarity, poetry can remind us of all we are in danger of losing — disturb us, embolden us out of resignation.”

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Essential. I haven't found the process difficult as of yet, though importantly humbling.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

I was reading through some other interviews by other writers on this blog, and Canisia's response to this resonated with me: "Be careful not to burn out."

10 – What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

There is no typical right now. I'm currently teaching and finding it quite expansive in terms of the time that I can put into preparing for each class. On an ideal day I write in the morning before my home, even the city, and certainly email, wake up. On an ideal day, I wake to a quiet house and write for a few hours, likely starting around 5am.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

I always turn to the world, wherever the writing is at. Sometimes that's a walk or bike around the city, to the Don River, or to Lake Ontario, or it's turning on the news, or going to a space where people are wrestling with similar questions as I'm trying to hold in the writing — a community event, a podcast, a rally.

12 – What fragrance reminds you of home?

Sheets dried in the sun.

13 – David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Certainly all you've said – and really anything I can take in: an interaction on the streetcar, flora and fauna in the city and outside of it, a picture my brother recently sent of the northern lights, people, …

14 – What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

Dionne Brand, Canisia Lubrin, Christina Sharpe, Cornelius Eady, Don Mee Choi, Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, M. NourbeSe Philip, Aimé Césaire, Robyn Maynard, Langston Hughes, Audre Lorde, Toni Morrison, Edward Said, Mosab Abu Toha, C.L.R. James, Italo Calvino, Chinua Achebe, Muriel Rukeyser, Sonia Sanchez, Claire Schwartz, Solmaz Sharif, Rita Wong, Gwendolyn Brooks, Natalie Diaz, Kaie Kellough, Yoko Ogawa, Otoniya J. Okot Bitek, Jordan Abel, Alycia Pirmohamed, Frantz Fanon, Antonio Gramsci, Gayatri Spivak, Walter Benjamin, W.E.B DuBois, the list goes on and grows frequently.

15 – What would you like to do that you haven’t yet done?

Hmm, write this next book. Get outside today to play in the snow…. Live in a social world that isn't predicated on violence. You know, simple things.

16 – If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

As a child, I dreamed of being a dancer. I loved the motion, and moments when I could feel the rhythm of a thing, and experimenting with the limits of what my body could and couldn't do, but I didn't love the idea of people watching me. Sometimes I can feel the ways that writing is an extension of those same interests.

17 – What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

Writing is where I come to try to understand the world. Writing is where I come to try to engage in — as Dionne Brand noted in a phenomenal talk "Writing Against Tyranny and Toward Liberation — "reflecting, intuiting, making sense of, and undoing the times we live in.”

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

The Memory Police, by Yoko Ogawa, certainly, certainly, certainly. A great book I am currently  reading is Landbridge, by Y-Dang Troeug, The film 7 Prisoners. So many more.

19 - What are you currently working on?

My current project, titled In the Hours After, follows an event I attended in Montreal, fifteen years ago, where a Longshore worker active in the South African anti-apartheid struggle discussed the movement's limitations: he believed that because they did not fully believe in their success, they failed to imagine the day after they won. As a result, they weren’t prepared for the liberatory potential after the fall of the apartheid regime — a message I've heard echoed by leaders and elders throughout my involvement in social movements over the past dozen years in Canada and the US.

In the Hours After takes up this order — to imagine a liberatory future — by building from Empires of the Everyday, which examines how the imagination of Empire that has led to the current crises is both ever-present and at times operates invisibly. The “I” of the poems in Empires of the Everyday is the voice of a piece of AI machine technology that is fed news and spits out poetry to translate life in the city into a less linear — and more comprehensive — language. That collection concludes by exploring possible endings, most of which are dire. In the Hours After examines what is next beyond these dire endings, with a focus on the liberatory.

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