This is the thirteenth
in a series of short essays/reminiscences by a variety of authors and friends
of the press to help mark the quarter century mark of above/ground. See links to the whole series here.
above/ground
press, in the guise of a magazine entitled Stanzas,
came into my life in the mid-1990s when I was living in Halifax, and of course this was my
introduction to rob (whom I wouldn’t actually meet until 2001 when we did a
poetry reading together at York
University).
Here’s where I
might embrace one of the most overused and hackneyed clichés and tell you that
it changed my life. But the thing is: it did, actually.
This, of
course, was in the days before the advent of social media, and connecting with
other writers, others of your own ilk, was more difficult, especially if you’re
an introvert with a penchant for aloneness who still wants some kind of
connection.
(ahem)
rob and
above/ground became that for me. To say he and it were supportive doesn’t quite
capture it. At the time of our introduction I was on a bit of precipice,
finding myself nearing the literary edge where I was going to call it quits,
though not sure at all how that would happen when the need to put the words
together was such a fundamental part of who I was (and am). Difficult times.
above/ground
and rob ensured I wouldn’t have to figure out what going over the edge would
actually feel like. They gave me community, and community, as I learned, is
everything. Here was a world of others, the like-minded, the bloody-minded… the
minded, all shaping worlds I was given access to, no questions asked. And rob
generously fed me into that cauldron of shape-shifting, publishing my work in
magazines, chapbooks and broadsheets, and recommending it to others. The myriad
forms of what he was doing changed my life.
Can’t of course
speak for anyone else, but for me it was akin to a miracle. And each package of
newly shape-shifted pieces I find stuffed in my mailbox continues to push the
margins of what I know and sometimes become overly comfortable with. Social
media now (virtually) connects me, but rob and above/ground materially included
me, a fistful of chapbooks and broadsheets in my greedy little hands giving me
entry unto other worlds that bump and collide with mine own, reshaping and
reconfiguring things.
Sometimes
that’s not comfortable, and sometimes it’s even unwanted. But it’s always
necessary.
-Gil McElroy,
March 2018
Gil McElroy is a writer
living in Colborne, Ontario.
Gil McElroy is the author of six above/ground press chapbooks,
including “Echolocations”
(½ of STANZAS #5, April 1995), Some Julian Days (March, 1999) “Meteor
Showers” (STANZAS #31, 2002), (The Work of Art) In the Age of Mechanical Reproduction (November, 2005), Twentieth
(February, 2013) and The Doxologies
(2014). His Some Julian Days is
scheduled for a reissue in 2019 as a “Twentieth Anniversary Edition.”
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