Dragnetlocation – reading at The Ossington, July 31st

On Tuesday, July 31st, 7pm, I’ll be reading at The Ossington (61 Ossington Ave, Toronto) as part of a Dragnet Magazine/Echolocation Magazine double-threat. Broadsheets of “Olbers’s Paradox” will be on sale, and you will buy them. You will buy them all. Oh, you’re not in Toronto? Convenient. Convenient that you will buy them all online.

I’ll be reading with the aid of my patented ‘Illusion of Choice’ technique: I read two titles, the audience chooses by show of hands which poem I read, I disregard the audience’s selection as I see fit, I pretend it’s political commentary. Also reading that night (actually, I’m the ‘also reading’) are poet Ben Ladouceur and prosers Andrew F. Sullivan & Jamila Allidina. DJing that night is Devan Boomen.

Boomen? Verboom? Some Highlander shit will likely go down.

The Dragnetlocation facebook event is here. Invite yourselves.


Echolocation 2012 Poetry Contest

After what I’m told was a very factious judging process, involving three entirely incompatible shortlists and a few reversals, a poem of mine (“Olbers’s Paradox“) has somehow tripped over the line to win Echolocation Magazine‘s 2012 Poetry Contest. The prize offered a fantastic shortcut to seeing one’s writing in print: the winning poem hand-pressed in a limited-edition broadsheet to be sold as a fundraiser for Echolocation. Phoebe, general editor, offered me a few broadsheets or their equivalent in cash; I went all sentimental and chose the broadsheets. It was difficult not to after having stopped by Massey College and pulling the first twenty or thirty myself under the patient tutelage of master printer Brian Maloney, who then asked me to sign two copies for the press’s and his own records. The whole was a ridiculous experience for someone with the naughty non-habit of never submitting his poetry nowhere.

Edit: My rumination on writing “Olbers’s Paradox” was originally hosted on the Echolocation blog but didn’t survive the machinations of a recent content cull. I replicate them in a more recent post.

“Olbers’s Paradox”

after PK Page, Leonard Cohen, John Keats, Thomas Bruce, Earl of Elgin

“Here is the problem with eternity!
Guerrilla ranks of starlight taunt us
a lonely ragged column on a forced march
our umbilical slashed.
We clink and tumble onward, bones
shaken from a burlap sack. We weep
that this will never end. We weep that it will.”
The doctor takes my pulse in shirtsleeves,
his eyes bruised like there was a vigil to keep.
During the day I laugh and during the night I sleep,
I have no quarrel with eternity.
But he receives me in his attic,
fingers the melon readiness of my gut,
and says, friend, there is something wrong.
Like a batty priest through a parthenon,
he patrols his stacks of paper, tweaks wheels
on a telescope. On a bank of the Weser,
on a bench, lunch in lap, I vomit blood.
The reddest waterclock peals.
My favourite cooks prepare my meals
but my stomach has declared its sovereignty.
The Weser courses on unconcerned
for the whole day, for its last ten long miles.
Peeking at my blood-flecked shoes,
I think, did it not run into the sea,
it wouldn’t run at all, just sit, an icy shelf.
In the mornings, I leap from my bed
a Lazarite. Life pinches like new boots,
as if I come at night—I come, an elf—
my body cleans and repairs itself.
The doctor takes my pulse in shirtsleeves.
He is an old doe, shuffling through white trees.
He salaams at an eyeglass and is a moth
drinking nighttime slow through his proboscis.
My body, he says, is a broken planet.
I grin oceanic. I heave and swell
ambergris as the fields of the North Sea.
“Once things stop happening…once all verbs become
be. Then are we indissoluble
and all my work goes well.”

A glosa unapologetically,
“Olbers’s Paradox” takes as its cabeza
a quatrain already borrowed for the purpose
by P.K. Page from Leonard Cohen’s
“I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries”:

During the day I laugh and during the night I sleep.
My favourite cooks prepare my meals,
my body cleans and repairs itself,
and all my work goes well.

As the winner of Echolocation Magazine’s 2012 Poetry Contest, this poem was published as a broadsheet by Echolocation Magazine and printed by Massey College’s Brian Maloney. It is available for purchase here, with all proceeds going to Echolocation Magazine.