Showing posts with label Russell Carisse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russell Carisse. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2026

The Factory Reading Series pre-small press book fair reading, June 19: Bebenek, carisse, Currie, MARTIN + Saklikar,

span-o (the small press action network - ottawa) presents

The Factory Reading Series
the pre-small press book fair reading

featuring readings by:

Jessica Bebenek (Montreal)
russell carisse (NB)
David Currie (Ottawa)
IAN MARTIN (Ottawa)
+
Renée Sarojini Saklikar (Vancouver)

lovingly hosted by rob mclennan
Friday, June 19, 2026
doors 7pm; reading 7:30pm
Anina’s Café, 280 Joffre-Bélanger Way

[And don’t forget the ottawa small press book fair, held the following day at the Glebe Community Centre]

Jessica Bebenek is a queer interdisciplinary poet, bookmaker, and educator living between Tiohtià:ke (Montreal) and an off-grid shack on unceded Anishinaabe territory. Her most recent chapbook, You Don’t Get Out Much (2024), is a memoir of chronic illness & her first ‘real’ book, No One Knows Us There (Book*hug Press, 2025), was a finalist for two Quebec Writer’s Federation Awards and was named a CBC Books Best Book of the Year. @notyrmuse www.jessicabebenek.art

russell carisse is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik/Mi’kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they live in an off-grid trailer in the woods with their partner and animals, growing food and practicing other forms of underconsumption. Author of five chapbooks, their work appears in the anthology On Occasion: Poems for the People, and ARC Poetry, Queen’s Quarterly, The Temz Review, Touch the Donkey, Website: russellcarisse.carrd.co Mastodon: @russellcarisse@writing.exchange Bluesky: @russellcarisse.bsky.social 

David Currie is not IAN MARTIN. He is a different writer with whom IAN MARTIN is collaborating. David’s work has appeared in various places - he wishes he could be more specific, but he forgot to write them down, and has been collected into six chapbooks. Heat a neutral oil to a boil before turning it to medium-low. Add Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, cloves, cardamom, bay leaves, and a nub of ginger. Simmer for an hour, but make sure not to burn. strain the oil into a mason jar with about a cup to a cup and a half of chili pepper powder (the more varieties the better). Oil can be used immediately and kept for about 6 months. He currently resides in Ottawa. Currie and MARTIN are launching a collaborative above/ground press chapbook at this event, so be warned.

IAN MARTIN [pictured] is large and barely in charge. Their work has appeared recently in BAD DOG Mag, Discordia Review, and Sumac Literary Magazine. IAN has published six chapbooks, most recently EVERYONE IS MY ENEMY (2022). When not writing, IAN makes small video games and complains. Visit WWW.IANMARTIN.ROCKS at your own risk.

Renée Sarojini Saklikar is the author of six books, including the award-winning Children of Air India and Listening to the Bees. Her essays and short fiction have appeared in literary magazines and anthologies, including Exile Editions, Chatelaine, The Capilano Review, and Pulp Literature. She was Poet Laureate for the City of Surrey (2015-2018), co-founded Lunch Poems at SFU, and teaches Creative Writing at Douglas College. Bramah’s Discovery is the third volume of her epic fantasy in verse series, THOTJBAP. Renee Sarojini is grateful to work, create, and live in East Vancouver on the traditional territory of the Coast Salish peoples.

Friday, October 17, 2025

new from above/ground press: That H uman E ffluence A nd P lastic, by russell carisse

That H uman E ffluence A nd P lastic
russell carisse
$6

§1.078

Does your recombine-harvester’s entropy drive knock under stress? Are you able to hear the subtle differences in trash density? Have you even considered harmonic relativity? If not, then you’re missing what looks to be the next Water Rush, but you can still act if you act now! The HEAP can proto-fit your’s, and all we ask is that you preform your operations in accordance with our corporate philosophy: it’s always about the process, and may your’s complicate the process infinitely. Proto-fit now!


§1.934

Summer awoke in yesterday’s clothes, sweaty from fever induced dreams. After struggling with the soaked clothes, it was the usual swish into the neé 3003 model water extractor’s hopper. The inefficiency of changing burned the much needed time to do nothing. Doing nothing burned in the back of their mind, while their calculated motions worked for sufficient gains. New clothes from the receptacle unwrapped, with less struggle put on muttering,”I’ll get that new model yet, then you'll see me here!”


§1.009

What began before The Great Coagulation as a modest family septic-tank company, Human Effluents And Plastic (HEAP), has become the only name of trust. If it wasn’t for Sum deGuy’s micro-water extraction technique, we would be distilling landfill juice, for our water needs to this day. With discovery that plastic harbours microscopic amounts water, Sum began a patented process to squeeze the water out before landfill. A most complicated process employing the largest supply chains employing us all.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
October 2025
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

russell carisse
is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik/Mi’kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled from Tkaronto (Treaty 13) to an off-grid trailer in the woods, with their family of people and animals, to grow food and practice other forms of underconsumption. Author of five chapbooks, their work forthcoming or in, ARC Poetry, Queen’s Quarterly, The Temz Review, Touch the Donkey, also online. Website: russellcarisse.carrd.co Mastodon: @russellcarisse@writing.exchange Bluesky: @russellcarisse.bsky.social

This is carisse's fourth title through above/ground press, after English Garden Bondage (2022), In The Margins. . . . . .of french translations found and remixed by russell carisse (2024) and poetry and labour / is concrete (2024).

To order, send cheques (add $2 for postage; in US, add $3; outside North America, add $7) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Friday, October 25, 2024

new from above/ground press: poetry and labour / is concrete, by russell carisse

poetry and labour / is concrete
russell carisse
$5


published in Ottawa by above/ground press
October 2024
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

russell carisse
is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik/Mi’kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled from Tkaronto to an off-grid trailer in the woods, with their family of people and animals, to grow food and practice other forms of underconsumption. Work recently forthcoming or in, Queen’s Quarterly, The Temz Review, Touch the Donkey, also online: website: russellcarisse.carrd.co Mastodon: @russellcarisse@writing.exchange

This is carisse’s third above/ground press title, after English Garden Bondage (2022) and In The Margins. . . . . .of french translations found and remixed by russell carisse (2024).

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

new from above/ground press: In The Margins. . . . . .of french translations found and remixed by russell carisse, by russell carisse


In The Margins. . . . . .of french translations found and remixed by russell carisse
russell carisse
$5


draws me toward the
“ego”
  away

without a sign
a crying out

* * *

I expel myself
motion
perhaps
it is thus
an other
which “I”
of sobs, of vomit
the
tears and
perspire
makes me balk at
father who
desires
I expel
who am only
myself

but one that
turns me inside
that “I” am
my own death

* * *
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
February 2024
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

russell carisse
is currently living on unceded Wolastoqiyik and Mig’maw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled from Tkaronto into an off-grid trailer in the woods, with their family of people and animals, to grow food and practice other forms of underconsumption. russell is the author of chapbooks, BRICKWORKS (Frog Hollow Press 2021), and English Garden Bondage (above/ground press 2022). Their work can be found online and in print.

This is carisse’s second above/ground press title, after English Garden Bondage (2022).

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Thursday, May 5, 2022

new from above/ground press: English Garden Bondage, by Russell Carisse

English Garden Bondage
Russell Carisse
$5

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published in Ottawa by above/ground press
May 2022
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

Russell Carisse
is currently living on unceded Mi'kmaw territory in New Brunswick. Here they have resettled off-grid with their family of people and animals, to grow food and practice other forms of underconsuption. Their writing can be found or forthcoming in Poetry Pause, The Anti-Langorous Project, The Quarantine Review, Funicular, The Utopia Project, The Pi Review, STILL: The Journal, Periodicities, The Paragon Journal, The Babel Tower Board, Talking About Strawberries, as well as in their self-published book, NOMOGRAPHY, on Google Books and New Brunswick Chapbook Series #18, BRICKWORKS from Frog Hollow Press.

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Monday, November 16, 2020

Russell Carisse reviews Amanda Deutch’s Bodega Night Pigeon Riot (2020) in antilang

Russell Carisse was good enough to provide the first review for Amanda Deutch’s Bodega Night Pigeon Riot (2020) in antilang #8. Thanks so much! You can see his original review here. As he writes:

Arrivals<>Departures

 

Rummaging around Brooklyn’s streetscape with Amanda Deutch’s Bodega Night Pigeon Riot, from above/gound press, one is drawn along and through the accoutrements and fashions of late-capital’s urban millieux. This chap of haiku rattles off with arhythmic comparisons made by the witness in the window of a moving train with words that embark on the dichotomous unrest of jarring the traditional fair of petals, lurching suddenly against the ossified detritus of economic growth - the final excrements of replicative production. There’s a moment hanging on a bridge reaching for itself, but the lul of progress, the lul of onomatopoeic security, of the flashing signs, the monetary venture to work arrives fully stationed for a fresh departure from tradition, again, but with touch of that temporal inflexibility and constraint incorporated in conjunction with the police state - America's cultural soul, as approved religiously over and over again. A soul that is expressed by civil iconographics and neon churches posing in stolen clothes. Pulling into a solipsism that is triggered by the act of naming, a feigned escape materializes from personal reminiscence but tempered with its assurances of willful forgetting and itemized appropriations - the valorized garb of existential valuation. And then it’s off again, with the cycle of storefront-church-mural, uninterupted and augmented by humanity’s popular refrain singing its tune of wealth appreciation. The destination arrives with the traditional fair now blooming and employed with a future naturally littering itself for an immanent return, as one will keep coming back to these poems. Oh, and FUCK the POL(ICE)!