amongst books

amongst books

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

one thing: dalton derkson

hell may very well be other people but
it seems more likely to be held in the pits
of squashed summer cherries            dead in
the alley         mingling with wasps nd rocks.

dalton derkson
(who is participating in the Worst Case Ontario Tour)


Your Invitation: 

tell me or show me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be visual or written or a combo of both.  it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com

Friday, August 07, 2015

One Thing: rob mclennan

It never really is one thing, is it? One thing connects to another thing, which connects to a further thing.

Anything I write falls into the same category: occasional poems begin to pool, and group together; are occasional no longer. I compose occasional poems, composed for what may or may not actually be an occasion, that live alone for only the briefest time. And poems might group for the most tangential reasons—a shared cadence or structure, or the briefest shared content—but once they touch, they begin to bond with subsequent poems. Poems group, share information, and become larger.

One might say it can’t be helped. To write long and wide enough, the connections will make themselves visible, even through the most tenuous of examples. Poems connect to poems, and books connect to books.

It is never simply one thing. The goal of the artist is to expand as much as possible, while allowing for those connections. One might say that the most human quality of artwork is narrative, however arbitrary or constructed. The mind sees patterns, even where there might be none at all. And once we think we recognize these connections, the prophecy self-fulfills.


Your Invitation: 

tell me or show me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be visual or written or a combo of both.  it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

One Thing: Gary Barwin

THREE

balance the sugar packets
three storeys high perfect
like this poem

Sir, do you need Police, Fire or Ambulance?
Sorry? Police, Fire or Ambulance?
Police, police. What's going on?  What's going on?

floating on my back in the river
ears immersed
the sound of my own heart










Your Invitation: 

tell me or show me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be visual or written or a combo of both.  it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

summer sandwich : Chaudiere Books’ month-long sale!

my darling publisher, Chaudiere Books is having a sale. i can make so many double entendres about sandwiches, as you, faithful readers, already know...but forget about that...just buy these wonderful books, which are on sale.

To make space for our upcoming fall titles (Andy Weaver, Jennifer Londry and Chris Turnbull), we’re running a summer sale! From August long weekend through to the end of Labour Day.

Summer sandwich: pick your toppings! Pick a bundle from our 2007-2014 backstock titles,

3 for $40 plus $10 mailing
5 for $60 plus $15 mailing
10 for $135 plus $20 mailing

OR: our entire backlist (18 titles; up to and including 2014 titles) for $300

Kiki, by Amanda Earl (poetry, 2014)
Singular Plurals, by Roland Prevost (poetry, 2014)
Garden, by Monty Reid (poetry, 2014)
The Uncertainty Principle: stories, by rob mclennan (fiction, 2014)
Ground rules: the best of the second decade of above/ground press 2003-2013, ed. rob mclennan (poetry, 2013)
Casemate Poems (Collected), by Joe Blades (poetry, 2011)
The Lizard and Other Stories, by Michael Bryson (short stories, 2010)
Been Shed Bore, by Pearl Pirie (poetry, 2010)
Soft Where, by Marcus McCann (poetry, 2009)
A Long Continual Argument: The Selected Poems of John Newlove (poetry, 2007)
Old Winter, by Anne Le Dressay (poetry, 2007)
The Ottawa City Project, by rob mclennan (poetry, 2007)
Decalogue 2: ten Ottawa fiction writers (2007)
Everything is Movies, by Nicholas Lea (poetry, 2007)
The Desmond Road Book of the Dead, by Clare Latremouille (novel, 2006)
Disappointment Island, by Monty Reid (poetry, 2006)
movement in jars, by Meghan Jackson (poetry, 2006)
Decalogue: ten Ottawa poets (2006)

Payable via cheque:
Chaudiere Books
2423 Alta Vista Drive
Ottawa ON K1H 7M9

or via paypal, to rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com


And of course, keep appraised of our activities through the Chaudiere Books blog at www.chaudierebooks.blogspot.com! Any of our books can also be ordered via All Lit Up at https://alllitup.ca/publishers/C/Chaudiere-Books

Friday, July 31, 2015

One Thing: David Menear

Happy Trails

I know one thing. We are up against a vast and empty void of 6,000 miles of birdless sky, wind flattened fields, barren rock and bitter snow. The distance between us that can never be travelled is more than 20 years.

“I didn’t steal your heart just to go off somewhere and break it.”

“You didn’t steal it lover, I gave it to you.”

Still though, in my soul’s haunted darkest corner I see myself, as if I’m astral-travelling, watching without responsibility, from far above, as I stumble, juggling your love clumsily, until it finally falls and shatters, bleeding sticky on the filthy sidewalk, in front of the liquor store over near the stripper bar.

Her eyes shrink and harden into slits of doubt and dread, disappointment and inevitable recrimination.

“The past need not euthanize the present or vilify the future.”

“You know that I want this to work.”

“Because it does?”

“Because we do."

"It does.”

David Menear
Good Reads Author Page
CBC Music Page

One Thing: Lillian Necakov

When I Die…

A man is climbing out the window
bare legs

and a cemetery under his arm.


Lillian Necakov

Thursday, July 30, 2015

One Thing: Bill DiMichele

"Maybe in the next life
I'll tell you I care"

b/w.d.

This is the saddest couplet I've ever heard. In this song the man makes a half-hearted commitment, not understanding that things don't change, that they won't change, that the boundaries of time stand between them. He's trying to figure it out, but he doesn't understand the theory of eternal recurrence, a dimension where things constantly repeat, forever, for as long as time is.

Where there is little hope for change, nearly zero hope for change, there is still a possibility on the bottom side of 'little hope', of 'nearly zero hope', revealing a small, small passage of possibility. It takes a huge and constant effort, like 'turning back the tide', like 'making the sun run backwards' to break through the  astral iron of recurrence.

This possibility lies in love, the only power that can change eternal recurrence. If he realizes this power, if he changes timelines and makes efforts to be with her, he will actually be able to tell her he cares.

Bill DiMichele  

Your Invitation: 

tell me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com

One Thing: Tom Walmsley

you taste like a soft yellow dream

Tom Walmsley

Your Invitation: 

tell me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com

One Thing: Carol White

A dentist shoots a lion.


Carol White


Your Invitation: 

tell me one thing. it doesn’t have to be profound. it could be about your work; it could be about some film or tv show you’ve watched or a coffee place you like. it could be short or long. i’ll post it along with a link of your choice to your work or somewhere else. disclaimer: i might choose not to post if it doesn’t suit me.
your reward? send me your mailing address & i’ll send you something whimsical…
it’s getting a tad quiet out there this summer & i think we need an injection of whimsy.
so fire away. svp. amanda at angelhousepress dot com