Despite Our Best Attempts to Catalogue
the body breaks into pixels, machine failure– aches, pains, a dimming. What once thrummed now flashes Error– so that whatever philosophy you sailed in on, whatever two-minute film of ‘a day on the beach in June’ that said this was my life to you, comes stuttering to a halt. Then, a silence, a proclivity to witness, an anonymity that wants nothing but to linger. In this last lick of light before the day gives out, listen: there are masterworks painted by the wholly forgotten and unnamed, and there are Rembrandts and Bruegels so wasted and decayed no semblance of art history can remake them. That is us: the dust in the room where the new paintings hang– but oh, the music in that sweeping.
Aislinn Hunter writes of impossibilities that somehow function; of the tenuous interrelations that comprise our experience. Grounded by the questions "how to be good, how to be," Hunter's field of inquiry ranges across domestic, ecological, literary and philosophical subjects. Her poems are exclamations of recognition in the midst of caginess. This collection reaches for, and grasps, "what lists under every pose: the hope / that someone will love us".
Arrived April 2017.
Book Launches: May 4th, The Main, Vancouver (w/ Catherine Owen!)
Purchases: From the Gaspereau Press website or at your local bookstore. $21.95.
Exclaiming in the midst of caginess.
The copyrights of all poems included in the series remain with their authors, and are reprinted with the permission of the publishers.