Shane Rhodes’ Treaties poems (that link and the next 3 links forward at CanLit Guides) and ones at Numero Cinq Magazine and one set to music, Cordite Poetry Review are coming in his 6th book entitled X coming this spring 2 years after his last collection.
It’s good to see a longer cycle of an idea explored for a few years in various ways.
If that isn’t enough inspiration for you, here’s a round up of prompts to get you through the rest of April:
If you’re short of writing starters… there’s Rick Lupert’s guest prompts at Poetry Superhighway, and Jo Bell’s prompts from the UK, and for another week only, the Rusty Toque is doing an exquisite corpse. The last line of the day becomes the first line of the next day that all poems respond to. You probably know the American prompts at NaPoWriMo, and Robert Brewer’s prompts at Writer’s Digest are hard to miss knowing about. Doing pwoermds daily has no prompts just the challenge Geof Huth makes it prompt here at Not Without Poetry and updates daily at InterNaPwoWriMo.
And May to July must be international editing poems quarter.
Neato
Poetry pays, in swag.
The Ottawa Public Library ran a contest from April 6-16. I tweeted about it. You can see the winning poetry tweets in English and French by myself, Amanda Earl, Adam Thomlison and JC Sulzenko at the Ottawa Poets A-Twitter Contest page. It was judged by the ever clever and well-read duo of rob mclennan and Christine McNair.

I got a call from the lovely library branch and received a thick envelope of mystery from the congratulating librarian.
I don’t know if they are all the same but I got a library bag, a notebook, a public library pen, a USB stick bracelet (very cool idea), a gift certificate for the used book sale and two books. One is an anthology of best of children’s poetry. Funnily enough the other is uncannily timed. It is a Vincent Massey Lecture by Stephen Lewis. We just went to a fundraising lunch to support his efforts to help those affected by HIV.
A B Series, April 20th: Van Camp, Christakos and Collis
The A B Series had two events back to back on the 20th at the Ottawa Public Library.

Richard Van Camp has a glowingly positive energy, on stage and off. He gave a wonderful performance, sharing stories and books.
A a proud member of the Tlicho Dene, he is the author of 12 books in various genres.
His two latest releases are his new short story collection, Godless but Loyal to Heaven (Enfield & Wizenty) and his baby book, Little You (Orca Book Publishers).

He shared some of his stories for wee children reaching forward. For one story of welcoming baby to the world the audience was invited to chant along a refrain of heya-hey. He writes for various ages including making a comic book called Path of the Warrior. It was a response to native youth being recruited into gangs. 20,000 copies were distributed for free in B.C.
He shared stories reaching back from his elders and stories about his grandparents in particular. In the right to the right, he holds up a photo of his grandmother. She was what we don’t have an exact equivalent of down south. We have midwives but not death comforters who can go around the community and aid with that transition for the dying and their families.
He talked about his community and the north and its changes. Climate change is visible within our lifetime with coyotes, magpies and hummingbirds going further north and changes among walruses. Walruses are known for hunting in pairs or teams or eating clams. Now the walruses are going rogue and hunting seals. He pointed out human role in making things better for various kinds of animal-people. For example, in Taiwan, the butterfly migration is helped from top-down. Butterflies in taiwan are noticed, theirs being the second largest migration to that of the Monarchs from Canada to Mexico. They Shut highway lanes and shone UV lights to try to save the butterflies from collisions during peak migration. Loyalty and respect that extends past mere humans is a beautiful thing.
He said that each kind of animal people, bear-people, dragonfly-people, butterfly-people each have a gift. Each person also was born with gifts, or capacities, and it’s your job in life to discover what they are to cultivate them and share them.
His gift is being a listener and storyteller. He has a story he tells that is only 4 lines. He has travelled for years around North America and says if you can repeat back these 4 sentences he’ll give you a free book. In all that time only 2 people have been able to listen and remember and do it. They have the gift.
His novel, The Lesser Blessed, recently became a motion picture with First Generation Films. It made a southern premiere at the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival. That movie version of his book is coming to Victoria Island as an open air viewing July 28th. Next week his short story is coming as a play to the NAC.

Margaret Christakos was next up. If you don’t know her work, here’s an overview:
Margaret Christakos has been a worker in the field of letters. She has been working on a variety of fiction and poetic projects this past year and conducted research in Greece and England in fall 2012 on a Chalmers Arts Fellowship. A new poetry collection called Multitudes will emerge from Coach House in fall 2013.
Her most recent publication is the BookThug chapbook The Chips & Ties Study (2012), from a longer ongoing composition called Tumultétudes.
Her publishing history of 9 books includes Welling (2010, A Globe 100 Book), What Stirs (2008, a Pat Lowther Award nominee), Sooner (2005, also shortlisted for the Lowther), and Excessive Love Prostheses (2002, winner of the ReLit Poetry Award). Other chapbooks include Adult Video (Nomados), My Girlish Feast (Belladonna) and Something Inside Me (In Case of Emergency Press).
Since 2006 she has curated and facilitated Influency: A Toronto Poetry Salon, and has nurtured the online magazine InfluencySalon.ca.
She teaches creative writing and poetry part-time at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies and works on occasion as Associate Faculty with the University of Guelph Creative Writing MFA program.

She read from The Chips & Ties Study and Sooner. In the former, she started with “wherein I wandered lonely as a crowd”. Later in the poems in a Betty Boop Marilyn Monroe [thanks Amanda] rhythm of the song, “I want to be owned by you, by nobody else but you.” Then she switches to a refit of “Do You Hear What I Hear” to switch the old god of God for the new god of commerce and acquisition, that is, “Do you own what I own? A car, a car, shining in the…”
The series of ephemeral linked chapbooks explore identity of crowd versus individuals, group culture at the level of one. Pieces of things that feel “poetic”, whatever that would be, are interrupted with “found” language, banal public conversational chatter that leaks in on public transit interject into the body of the poem. It asks what is public? What is private?
She read from her new material from Multitudes too which remixes the cliche expected in a similar vein as well and mixes with a jaded wit, for example “a poetics of observation wins awards”. She shared a new poem which I think is also from Multitudes on sexting. It begged to have the reader/listener consider, What is the difference between virtual contact and physical contact? “push words into a body. they form a column or a spiral.[…]push words into a mouth. does it form into a tongue or jetty? […] are words the body or the threshold?”
She goes to the contemporary as well and the situation of the Vancouver hockey riots where people were encouraged as a group to rat out on individuals seen misbehaving in footage. What does our modern era do to our language and our character and connection? What choices are we making? What are its implications and fall out?

Stephen Collis is in from Vancouver just back from a stop in Montreal.
Stephen Collis is the author of five books of poetry, including the Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize winning On the Material (Talonbooks 2010) and three parts of the on-going “Barricades Project”: Anarchive (New Star 2005), The Commons (Talonbooks 2008), and To the Barricades (Talon, 2013).
An activist and social critic, his writing on the Occupy movement is collected in Dispatches from the Occupation (Talonbooks 2012).
Collis is also the author of two book-length studies, Phyllis Webb and the Common Good (Talonbooks 2007) and Through Words of Others: Susan Howe and Anarcho-Scholasticism (ELS Editions 2006), as well as the editor, with Graham Lyons, of Reading Duncan Reading: Robert Duncan and the Poetics of Derivation (Iowa University Press 2012).
He teaches contemporary poetry and poetics at Simon Fraser University, where he was a 2011/12 Jack and Doris Shadbolt Fellow.

Stephen Collis was doing his Ottawa launch of “To the Barricades”. His poems were also didactic of a sort and questioning the choices we make in aggregate by our compliance with the war machine of nationhood. Oh how lovely it may be should we get past this idea of human nation as such a primary thing.
I find intriguing but I’m not sure I fully understand a statement he made at the start about looking not just at what past we can bring to our present and future but what we can take of now to give to the past.
His poems are about upending our status quo. For example, We will sing swords into songs…animal revolution…air strikes are unsustainable…profit and equities are unsustainable…come revolution as sensuous animals we will begin to be born.
He raised the question of what would constitute the next revolution that would be meaningful? The next revolution is culture, teaching what we can not do based on the feedback of what we know will be the consequences. There’s no other out there, only an us. Any death diminishes me. “A seal’s death diminishes me.” We are interconnected.
He opened another poem with an epigraph by George Oppen wrote in a notebook “I choose to believe in the natural consciousness, I see what the deer see.” It continues as meditation on forming a new way to live as a predator and to also see as the deer sees. “How does a predator become a trustee?”
Another poem addresses the constancy of protesters and their placards “is it just your profession to be in the street?”, with a basement full of placard supplies and bullhorns at the ready for the next thing to protest? At the same time he admits it’s past time to speak up for the world we need to live with big money “about to throw their harpoon of climate at us”. A beautiful circle of serendipity with mention of seals and the opening talk of Richard talking about climate change trends.

The next Max Middle production is also at the Main branch of the Ottawa Public Library. A B Series on April 24th, 7pm will have National Poetry Month readings by Stephen Brockwell, Christine McNair, David O’Meara, Peter Richardson and Sandra Ridley.
The next Richard Van Camp event in Ottawa is in a few days – April 28th at 8:30pm at the NAC Fourth Stage with I Count Myself Among Them. It is part of Northern Scene, Literature and Storytelling and is $12 or included with a Writers Festival pass. It is a play about one Dogrib man’s journey from his criminal connections with drug dealing gangs in B.C. to his own spiritual awakening. It is hosted by: Shelagh Rogers and written by Richard Van Camp, featuring a sound effect team and actors including Craig Lauzon, Chris Cound, Russell Bull, Leela Gilday.
Rocking the Page
The BC Learning Network made segments on poets called Rocking the Page where they are reading poems and sharing a secret. I’m not sure if I found them all yet, but there are these:
Here’s one by David W. McFadden.
Sandra Ridley
Stuart Ross
Alice Burdick
Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang
and Wayne Arthurson
95 Books, Part 5
There are books I bought, because they looked interesting in passing, or at writers festival, or while traveling. Those are on my list. And some meant-to-reads that kept getting bumped off the top of the list by ones that fell into my lap physically.
Maybe I’ll expand what I did before and put a one-line sample excerpt from each as value-added.
- Pollyanna Grows Up by Eleanor H Porter (1915)
“I’m afraid you’re getting into pretty deep water. You’ll be a rabid little socialist before you know it.” “A – what?” questioned the little girl, dubiously. “I– I don’t know what a socialist is. But I know what being SOCIABLE s — and I like folks that are that.” - Two Dutch Poets, translated
“shall we keep doing what we’re doing? formulating arguments
shall we look for support in lines within our sight “ - Legends of Vancouver by Pauline E Johnson (1911)
“he plunged directly into the tradition, with no preface save a comprehensive sweep of his wonderful hands towards my wide window, against which the rains were beating […] the sea crept silently up. The level lands were the first to float in seas water, then to disappear.” - Gusts, no. 17, Spring/Summer 2013
“dying trees
with nametags
in the least
we will know
who they were”
~ LeRoy Gorman - Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau (1849)
“Even voting for the right is doing nothing for it. It os only expressing to men feebly your desire that it should prevail” - The Diary of Ma Yan: The struggles and hopes of a Chinese Schoolgirl, translated from French by Lisa Appignanesi, (Collins, 2004). [amazing story that led to this] [Walking the 4 hours to school, not having the dime to hitch a ride on a tractor, as a school child she was harassed with stones or stole bags, money and lunches by teen thugs in the canyons.]
“When I looked at the shepherds more closely I could see they were adults. I calmed down. My palms were damp as if I’d just come out of the water.” - Walking by Henry David Thoreau (1862)
Any sportiveness in cattle is unexpected. I saw one day a herd of a dozen bullocks and cows running about and frisking in unwieldy sport, like huge rats, even like kittens. They shook their heads, raised their tails, and rushed up and down a hill […] a sudden loud WHOA! would have damped their ardor at once, reduced them from venison to beef, and stiffened their sides and sinews like the locomotive. Who but the Evil One has cried the “Whoa!” to mankind? […]
“I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least — it is commonly more than that– sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields […] shopkeepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too[…] deserve some credit for not all having committed suicide long ago.” - Notebook of Roses by Nicole Brossard translated by Robert Majzels and Erin Moure (Coach House, 2007) [Gorgeous hand-object and immediately began rereading it on finished and could get the satisfaction again.]
on the bent back of light
nothing’s banal
life starts again
the wind has broad shoulders
electrifies thoughts skin” - Fancy Clapping by Mark D. Dunn (Scrivener Press, 2012)
Volts and wages escalated into industrial crises:
the crisis of municipalities and rail lines,
cobbled roads and pine-choked districts
stripped of pine - Sestets by Charles Wright (Farrar, Straus and Gireaux, 2009) [Tried to read slowly and to a degree succeeded but gives an appetite for reading. That is the benefit of working poetry for a few decades. The plain articulacy, nuance, and grace. Finished and immediately began rereading it]
There are some things that can’t be conveyed –
description for instance,
The sundown light on that dog-hair lodgepole pine” - Boating for Beginners by Jeanette Winterson (Minerva, 1985) [um, utterly delightful. I have seen quotes by her floating around and finally a book and it makes me laugh with the absurd nonchalance as it moves though, sometimes turning reality another notch, sometimes cranking into a satire that gives me an ab workout.]
“If all went well, [she’d trade it in] for an understanding of the world which was both fluent and fluid. Continuous Prose.
“I see,” said Marlene. “So your mother is in a genuinely poetic state in which she cannot distinguish between herself and nature, and you were in a quasi-poetic state in which you had no distinguising powers, but no poetic powers either.”
[…]”No, I’d rather play battleships, but we haven’t any graph paper, have we?
They hadn’t, and so they were forced to talk about the Space-Time Continuum.
There’s all kinds of ideas of which books should be our mass cultural inheritance to carry forward. Among BBC’s 100, almost all were novels.
The God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy is there, which I have wanted to get around to reading. At the library there are 7 copies and a waiting list of 6 even 16 years after it was published. That’s good staying and resonance power. I got to page 119 and there isn’t enough money to pay me to finish it. Despite flavourful sentences scattered thru like “heads twisted around like bottlecaps”, it an unrelenting tiring slog.
But in at the same time, to give up on one thing makes room for that which resonates far better. At some point resonance or lack of as different as more than a dialect, more than a language even because if someone speaks to you in another language, you can still get something of personality and intention. With a lack of resonance, it’s just a recording of another language read by machine text.