amongst books

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Monday, October 24, 2005

The Ottawa Citizen Disappoints As Usual

The Citizen's new Arts and Books section debuted on Sunday. There was one feature on an upcoming reading: Tracy Quan at Collected Works, but most of the stuff was just another boring blah blah of popular culture (tv shows like Sex and The City, deadhead music and Tori Spelling in Ottawa). And of course the sporadic Sunday book happenings was also not present, probably bumped for the drivel about Nicholas Evans latest yawn whisperer. I did notice a few ads for upcoming readings at Collected Works and Nicholas Hoare Books, but considering this week contains all kinds of readings from DC books authors at Sasquatch, to a mystery writer at Tree to the Carleton In/words reading at the Avant Garde Cafe, the Citizen is once again doing its readers a disservice by not providing this information. The editorial board of the Citizen has to ask itself whether it is a local paper catering to the needs of an educated population or just another Ottawa Sun. I gave up my subscription to the Shitizen long ago, but still buy its Saturday papers and occasionally I've bought the Sunday paper, but now that I know what kind of drivel they call art and books, I'll stick with Saturday. This paper is not worth the trip down the elevator to the recycling bin. Local bloggers do a much better job of covering the local literary scene, and providing reviews of current writing.

Friday, October 07, 2005

It's too quiet in here/I want to hear the sound/of hearts breaking

Sherwin Tjia's final pseudo haiku in The World Is A Heartbreaker.

Last night was the final night of the Ottawa International Writers Festival-fall edition and what a night it was. The Coachhouse Spotlight was an out-of-the box, inspiring reading. Host Anita Lahey asked intelligent questions. I am so tired of all those questions about whether a writer uses a computer or a pen. Ick. The four readers were all very different, but at least three of them were experimentalists, part of the "marginalia" as Margaret Christakos said. It was such a relief to hear stuff that wasn't just narrative. These people have fun with what they do; they pay attention to sound and the breath. They are performers.

Sherman Tjia was funny and endearing. He said that he learned a long time ago to take the day as offered, that includes first class drinks on the train to Ottawa, snippets of conversations from his friends, which he translates into what he refers to as "pseudo haiku" and breaking free, peeing in the shower. I hope he gets his wish and gets lucky in the train going home to Montreal.

Too much stuff to write about for the Writers Fest. Highlights for me
Michael Crummey's wonderful description of sex from his book The Wreckage. While first receiving oral sex, the female character wonders if it's a Catholic thing.
Q-audience member: How do you know when a story ends?
A-Michael: I write to a deadline, then I'm done.

Michelle Faber's personal realization that writing doesn't make him happy. He said that the men in his family don't live long, and he has a feeling that he might not either. He plans to write maybe one more novel, but then do something he enjoys. He and his wife were lured to Scotland by the eerie landscape of a farmhouse that exists now only in one of his novels. I bought his book, The Crimson Petal and The White. I just want to read, read, read now all winter long.

Leon Rooke on the question of accessibilty: "I don't think it's presumptuous to demand an investment from readers; they should be as bright as I am. Shouldn't we respect the reader?"

Don McKay-the pseudo-extrovert. I have read just a bit of his poetry before. Deactivated West 100 went straight to my gut:
"when you happen in my hand as nothing/supercooled to glass, as the grey/watersmooth rock that slew Goliath or the stone/no one could cast; when you come/inscribed by glaciers, lichened, mossed,/packed with former lives inside you/like a dense mass grave" [small excerpt from Philospher's Stone]

When he, Lorna Crozier, and Leon Rooke answered some question about whether they wrote sonnets or triolets by spouting old poems, cliches and other miscellany, it was an irreverant and entertaining free-for-all.

Q from host Murray Wilson: Why do you write poetry?
A from Lorna: I miss the state of poetic susceptibility when I'm not writing it.

"Astonishment: to turn towards stone: Don McKay

Susan Musgrave in conversation with Ken Rockburn and later in a poetry cabaret. It was wonderful to see and hear her finally. I'm a big fan of her poetry. I'm looking forward to reading her book: You're in Canada Now...Motherfucker: a series of essays, articles and opinion pieces she wrote over the years. The stories of her husband and his prison time, bank robberies, addiction said a lot about her, and unconditonal love. She also talked of being committed to a mental hospital when she was young and how the other residents were poets...this is where she learned about poetry, she says.

Srikanth Reddy was a surprise for me at another poetry cabaret. His work was so spiritual somehow, yet still very modern. "They were never parted because they never met." His fiancee, Suzanne Buffam also read. It was enlightening to hear how the two of them helped each other with each other's work, yet they still had completely different styles. Srikanth read his long poem: Fundamentals of Esperanto from Facts For Visitors. On the surface it's just a poem about Esperanto, but there is such beauty, so much more, the journey of life:
[...]Of course there's a journey/& inside that journey, an implicit voyage/through the underworld/there's a bridge//made of boats; a carp stuffed with flowers; a comic dispute among sweetmeat vendors; a digression on shadows; men clapping//in fields to scare away crows...'

The Tree's 25th anniversary was touching. So sad to see James and Jennifer go. They are the heart of that reading series. Michelle Desbarats read and as always her imagination and open, loving heart shine through in her poems. You just want to take her home and cuddle her. I relate so much to her poetry, the zaniness, the vibrance of colours, the storytelling.

Peter van Torn was as bombastic as he always is..this time complete with heckler, who asked him to "be civilized." He responded that civilized people don't fuck, so they disappear. Who'd want that?..or something like that. He interrupted his poems with rants that made the audience smile, laugh and sometimes rubberneck as if he were an accident on the side of the road. Through all this interference and side show activity, though, the poems broke through all the bullshit. They are strong, provocative and more honest than any other poems I've ever heard.

The Bywords reading went well (if I do say so myself). The lighting, Lee Hayes' music, the reading of Newlove and others poems all served to create a very spiritual atmosphere. I worry if it was perhaps a bit slow in places, but I just go with the flow at these things. The Newlove award honourable mentions and winner showed us just why they won. Their poems were superb. The tone of the room changed from peaceful to intense by the time caleb and Melissa read their words.

By the time Converstions with Story Keepers came around at 6:00 pm on Thursday, I was too tired to really appreciate much, but I did enjoy Armand Ruffo's mesmerizing poetry, Ruby Slipper-Jack's family stories most particularly. With Greg Scofield I would have liked more of the types of poems from Without Reservation, which is an anthology of erotic writing by aboriginals all over the world. He's one of the most sensuous male writers today.

And that brings us back to Coach House, the reading where I woke up.

The writers festival is a gift. I'm so glad to get the opportunity to take part as both an audience member and a host.

Breathe. inspire. write.