Monday, July 23, 2012
Rob Manery's Vancouver launch of Richter-Rauzer Variations (above/ground), with Nicole Markotic,
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Mark Truscott reviews Camille Martin's If Leaf, Then Arpeggio (above/ground press) over at Goodreads,
Martin somehow manages what I’m tempted to call a closely attentive automatic writing. Her textures are subtle and rich but still loose. I missed the thrill that came with the formal awareness of Sonnets, but maybe there’s something different going on here that will become apparent in a larger group of poems.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Cameron Anstee re-posts his review of Stephen Brockwell's Impossible Books (the Carleton Installment) (above/ground press, 2010)
Thursday, July 19, 2012
some author activity: Armantrout, Reid, mclennan, Jaeger, McNair + the above/ground press 19th anniversary!
Details will be coming out soon about the above/ground press nineteenth anniversary reading/party/launch on Thursday, August 9th at The Mercury Lounge, Ottawa, with readings and launches by Cameron Anstee, Marilyn Irwin, Stephen Brockwell and others tba. Check back here for details!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
"poem" broadside #310: West End, by Sarah Pinder
West End
Towards the jetty of industry, streaking
heat, striated with gauzed air,
I sat there in the front,
wishing an occasional flame
through the pixellated evening pinks of August,
little men in baseball whites
whirring to my right side.
We were passing, we were
being passed, we were at a light,
but your voice was so loud we were moving,
for sure.
A green pocket, the feathered wives
on woven chairs, unfolded.
One woman bent away, lost in her ankles
while someone else flapped into applause.
Towards the jetty of industry, streaking
heat, striated with gauzed air,
I sat there in the front,
wishing an occasional flame
through the pixellated evening pinks of August,
little men in baseball whites
whirring to my right side.
We were passing, we were
being passed, we were at a light,
but your voice was so loud we were moving,
for sure.
A green pocket, the feathered wives
on woven chairs, unfolded.
One woman bent away, lost in her ankles
while someone else flapped into applause.
West EndSarah Pinder lives in Toronto. Her writing has been shortlisted for the Expozine Small Press Awards and included in the anthology She’s Shameless, and journals like Room, Canadian Woman Studies and invisible city. A zine-maker of over a decade, you can find her work in Montreal’s Distroboto art vending machines, as well as a mailbox near you. Her first collection, Cutting Room, is forthcoming with Coach House Books in Fall 2012. http://bitsofstring.wordpress.com
by Sarah Pinder
above/ground press broadside #310
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
new from above/ground press: Prelude: selections from a collaboration by rob mclennan and Christine McNair
Prelude: selections from a
collaboration
by rob mclennan and Christine McNair
$3
ArpeggioWhen I reach my cabin fifteen minutes later, a rust-coloured deer is standing right in fron of it as if waiting for me. When she sees that I see her, she runs into the woods. I resent her all month for appearing at such a clumsily symbolic moment, on that is unusable in writing, as if to taunt me, she doesn’t show herself again.Sarah Manguso1.Le Chantecleur or coq, au vin. Dipping my feet at the edge of the lake. Pascale tells me the hotel poisons the lake, pours liquid in. I’m indignant in orange lifejacket. Wet curls. We found no evidence.I lose my contacts in the lake. The fish mumble. Wake from water blur faced and metal.2.To next fleur, chanson or chocolaterie. A cake my family ate in square portions, Cadix. The baker moves away and won’t teach the new owners how to make it. We adjust our palette. Settle for butterflies on chocolate crisp. Le Papillion.Not simply some acres of snow.3.Lake swans, lake boats, only that’s not here that’s there. That’s a ride at some park. Here there are paddleboats. My feet get hit if I’m not paying attention. I pretend swans.I have never been on a train.
4.Late songs on the deck. Leaves, the yard spreads. A table of water.Bare back to wood.
published in Ottawa by above/ground press
a/g
subscribers receive a complimentary copy
Christine
McNair's
work has appeared in cv2, Prairie Fire, ditchpoetry.com, Arc,
the Bywords Quarterly Journal, Descant, and assorted other
places. Her first collection of poems, Conflict, appeared in May 2012
with BookThug. She works as a book doctor in Ottawa, is one of the hosts of
CKCU Lit Landscapes, and blogs at www.cartywheel.wordpress.com.
Born
in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives
in Ottawa. The author of more than twenty trade books of poetry, fiction and
non-fiction, his most recent titles are the poetry collections grief notes:
(BlazeVOX [books], 2012), A (short) history of l. (BuschekBooks, 2011), Glengarry
(Talonbooks, 2011), kate street (Moira, 2011) and 52 flowers (or, a
perth edge) (Obvious Epiphanies, 2010), and a second novel, missing
persons (2009). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press,
Chaudiere Books (with Jennifer Mulligan), The Garneau Review (ottwater.com/garneaureview),
seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds)
and the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (ottawater.com). He
spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the
University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews and
other notices at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com
To
order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; outside Canada, add $2) to: rob
mclennan, 402 McLeod St #3, Ottawa ON K2P 1A6 or paypal at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Some author activity: Pirie, beaulieu, mclennan, McCann, McNair
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