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Showing posts with label community. Show all posts

10/03/2025

The 2025 Fraser Valley Writers Festival - November 7 and 8 in Abbotsford!


I'm in my third year coordinating the Fraser Valley Writers Festival, and we're very excited about this year's lineup! The festival will take place on November 7th and 8th at the University of the Fraser Valley's Abbotsford campus.

To open the festival, we'll have keynote addresses by Charlie Demers and Evelyn Lau. The next day we'll have an array of panels, workshops and two Page Fright podcast live recordings. Poets involved will include out-of-towners Kayla Czaga, Nick Thran and Brian Bartlett and local poets Joseph Dandurand, Daniela Elza, Taryn Hubbard and more.

You can learn more, and register for (free!) tickets, at the festival website: https://fvwritersfestival.com/

10/03/2024

desk blog count: seven years for seventeen

I know you've spent many a day wondering why a man named Rob would continue to maintain his clunky old blogger site well over a decade after it fell out of fashion. And while that Rob would be rob mclennan, I take your point. I, too, have at times wondered why I keep the lights on around here.

But you see, some things are worth waiting for. Today that thing is lightbulb-shaped desk enthusiast Greg Mania, and his "Show Us Your Desk" series over at The Rumpus. That's right, Deskblogmaniacs, seven years after the last entry, we have found Desk Blog #17.

Desk Blog #17 is really an online interview series, run out of The Rumpus' Instagram page, but I'm going to count it, because, well, it's really just me and the other Rob actually blogging at this point. Instead, it seems, authors now let Johnny Bravo poke around their offices, live on the internet. 

Here are the sacrosanct seventeen:

On My Desk [Defunct: Archived Here]

Desk Space

Sitting Pretty Magazine

Writers' rooms (Guardian Newspaper)

What Is Your Ideal Space to Create? (Ploughshares Lit Journal)

"Workspace" Section (Branch Magazine)

At The Desk (Open Book Toronto)

Writers' Rooms (VIWF)

Good Places to Write

On The Writer's Desk (Open Book Toronto)

Where Do You Write to My Lovely?

10 Stunning Writing Studios (Flavorwire)

Writing Spaces (The New Quarterly)

3 Room Editors Share Their Writing Rooms With Us (Room Magazine)

Tiny Rooms of One's Own (Open Book Toronto)

From the Desk of (Real Pants Magazine)

Show Us Your Desk (The Rumpus) 


I'm sure I missed a desk blog or two over the past seven years, just as I'm sure more will come, in whatever form the latest technology permits. Desk podcasts hosted by Caillou and streamed into your LG SmartFridge or whatever. Whatever it is, the next desk blog will be, like all that came before it, gloriously redundant. And I will list it here, on this blog that will never die, because the desk blogs won't let it.

10/01/2024

the 2024 Fraser Valley Writers Festival is almost here!

 


I'm in my second year coordinating the Fraser Valley Writers Festival, and we're very excited about this year's lineup! The festival will take place on November 1st and 2nd at the University of the Fraser Valley's Abbotsford campus.

To open the festival, we'll have keynote addresses by Billy-Ray Belcourt and Angela Sterritt. The next day we'll have an array of panels, workshops and a Page Fright podcast live recording!

You can learn more, and register for (free!) tickets, at the festival website: https://fvwritersfestival.com/

6/20/2023

Malahat Review Listserv Found Poem #6

 

Mal à Hat - Penn Kemp

 

Mal adjusted  

Hat in the ring

list ten up


Re view

Re wind

Re store

Re move


I am a sub scribe

If I delete all will I

surscribe?




Thank you to Penn Kemp for this one. You can read all the found poems in this series here. To submit your own, email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com.


Malahat Review Listserv Found Poem #5

  

Not As Funny - Mary Peelen

I promise that nothing you write 

will be funny at all. You're 

making the notifications worse. 

Please correct this mistake! 

If this is not corrected 

I will be forced to 

“reply all” to this email. 


Criminal charges are in order. 

Everyone: random people, 

famous writers including me: 

STOP for the love of GOD 


please stop. I'll definitely 

send flowers. You are not 

as funny as you imagine 

yourself to be 

but I will re-subscribe 

as soon as the email fiasco 

is resolved. 



Thank you to Mary Peelen for this one. You can read all the found poems in this series here. To submit your own, email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com.


6/19/2023

Malahat Review Listserv Found Poem #4

 

"PLEASE FIX YOUR EMAIL" - Rose Morris

This morning I woke to an inbox brimming.
Thought it was love.
Get your shit together, they accidentally
sent one email that went to everyone.

I have no idea how or why this message came to me. I know mistakes happen.

I’m also receiving this email, but I don’t think I’m supposed to.
Gawd knows my secret membership in this rather pornographic group is a terrible fate.

My inbox is suddenly flooded with emails from people I don’t know and I am a full time writer.
I do not have time for this. I know mistakes happen.

I definitely have time for this.
Nice to meet you all.
I know mistakes happen.

Please delete me.

Please remove from list.

Please remove me from the list.

Please remove me from this list as well, thanks!!

^^this is just a test to see if my “reply all” gets thru. I know mistakes happen.

I am upset.

I agree with George Bowering.

I too write full time.

If you what me on your list, you can re earn my support,
if you’re worth it. I know mistakes happen.

Where the hell is the secret and one and only Northwest Mounted Police when you need them.

With no kindness,
gerry sharing the pain

Amigos, no entiendo nada de este bellísimo discurso. Que les vaya bien. Abrazos a todos.
Friends, I understand nothing of this beautiful speech. Good luck. Hugs to all. 




Thank you to Rose Morris for this one. You can read all the found poems in this series here. To submit your own, email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com.


Malahat Review Listserv Found Poem #3


What the World ----- Re: Love - Tara Colbourne

“I suddenly see all around us” – George Bowering “On Quadra Island”


we say please when we mean [fuck off]
sometimes          don’t we?
please check, please update, please fix or better
yet, please remove me, remove my name, remove
my love, same, same
same

to wade through
all this ----- I don’t know
is anyone paying attention?

I thought it was [love]

I keep getting messages
from people       I don’t know
everyone ----- please stop
please prevent further flooding
have you been accessed
or compromised or FLOODED

we say fuck off sometimes when we
mean
[please] ----- with no kindness
remove me because
this is ridiculous
please ----- take me
off
forever

please love, please




Thank you to Tara Colbourne for this one. You can read all the found poems in this series here. To submit your own, email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com.


Malahat Review Listserv Found Poem #2

"A decade after I broke the malahat review listserv" - Patrick Grace

Oh my god I accidentally
sent one email.
I've just learned from a friend
a terrible fate.

As I understand it,
it comes from the heart--
"fuck off, delete me"
in English, it means unsubscribe.

The poor human
who made this mistake again.
Someone alert NATO!
Call the police and the army!

Something went haywire.
Please correct this
warped sense of humour.
You all have time for this.




Thank you to Patrick Grace, who brought us the 2014 meltdown, for this little gem. You can read all the found poems in this series here. To submit your own, email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com.


6/18/2023

this makes me nervous

Back in 2014, a reply-all unsubscribe outbreak on the Malahat Review listserv brought such joy to my heart that I wrote a found poem compiled from the various replies. You can read that poem here.

One might have thought that in the intervening nine years, the Malahat Review would have addressed this flaw in their listserv system but, bless them, it appears they did not. We're back at it, and the replies are even more confused, angry and conspiratorial this time around (this is Pierre Poilievre's Canada we're living in, after all).

Rhonda Ganz has stepped up to write a found poem for this year's meltdown. I present it below. If you'd like to contribute your own Malahat Review listserv found poem, please email it to me at roblucastaylor(at)gmail(dot)com and I will post it here. And most importantly, enjoy the madness while it lasts. It will be another nine years before we get to do it again!


Thought it was love - Rhonda Ganz


I did not get the original love, but I am getting all the replies

My inbox suddenly flooded

Este amar, no es un virus.

People I don’t know

People pressing “love”

This makes me nervous

(Me, too!)

(I’m also receiving this love, but I don’t think I’m supposed to)

(Likewise)

Please

I don’t think I should receive this love

Anyone paying attention

You’re making the love worse

Please

Please stop pressing “love”

Please remove me

Remove me from your love list immediately

Please stop pressing “reply all” to this love

Please take me off your love list forever

All of you! Stop sending love!

All of you brimming with love

You are the problem

10/17/2022

"A is for Acholi" by Ontoniya J. Okot Bitek

 




It's been six years since Otoniya J. Okot Bitek published her debut poetry collection 100 Days, which powerfully revisited the one hundred days of the Rwandan genocide. I was lucky enough to interview Otoniya shortly after that book came out - you can read that interview here. 100 Days went on to be shortlisted for the Dorothy Livesay, Pat Lowther and Robert Kroetsch awards, among others. 

I've been waiting patiently for Otoniya's next book - and I need wait no more! Her new book, A Is For Acholi, will officially be published next week. As the titled suggests, this book focuses attention on her people, the Acholi of Northern Uganda. 

A bit of a side note: Song of Lawino, the most famous work by Otoniya's father, Okot p'Bitek, was originally written in Acholi. p'Bitek opened the English translation of the book with a note that read: "Translated from the Acoli by the author who has thus clipped a bit of the eagle's wings and rendered the sharp edges of the warrior's sword rusty and blunt, and has also murdered rhythm and rhyme."

Here's an excerpt from A Is For Acholi, which shows that Otoniya's rhythm is alive and thriving:

A dictionary
for un/settling
so now I reckless I damned I candied I salt I tempered I soft I terrified I terrified I terrified they said you weren’t dead yet I terrified that that might also be true so I reckless now I given up I sullied I done they said you’re on the way back I terrified you bandied you toughness you vented you fought you kicked you beat you shouted you lied now I terrified that you’re here I terrified that you’re here & I terrified that you’re here for good

so I reckless now painting my nails only after three in the afternoon I doting on cats I watchful for new news I watchful for the bizarre the whispered the curse I dried hard I cracked I happened only in the shatter oh gather oh lean in listen listen these are only moments stacked up against atop beside each other moments beaded like necklaces moments incremental incidental instrumental sometimes dire because dream because fate because old gods pointed right not left oh gather & listen to this refuse this stance this rejection this rant assemble now poets now singers now crowd in the cords & the lyrics in the back room where you stored tune & rhythm assemble now poets singers & drummers where are the dreams where’s the tune & rhythm section

so reckless me thrown reckless me down reckless me throned to moments without you in the periphery in the distance or shadow at my door reckless me damned reckless me sinner there was never anything else offered in the clamour

The book ranges more widely than the tight thematic and stylistic focus of 100 Days. Its subject matter includes "exploring diaspora, the marginalization of the Acholi people, the dusty streets of Nairobi and the cold grey of Vancouver." Formally, the book is wide-ranging as well: lineated poems brush up against prose poems, concrete poems, erasures and - in keeping with Otoniya's 2019 chapbook Gauntlet - voluminous footnotes. 

Otoniya recently went and moved away from cold grey Vancouver (to far colder Kingston, Ontario!), but she's making a very welcome return for two events at the Vancouver Writer's Fest later this week: Poems for the Twelfth Hour on Friday, October 21st, and Poets in Conversation the following day. 

Do consider checking out the events, or picking up the book, or - gold star for you! - both.

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Otoniya J. Okot Bitek is a poet and scholar. Her collection of poetry, 100 Days, was nominated for several writing prizes including the BC Book Prize, the Pat Lowther Award, the Alberta Book Awards and the Canadian Authors Award for Poetry. It won the 2017 IndieFab Book of the Year Award for poetry and the 2017 Glenna Lushei Prize for African Poetry. From the fall of 2020 to the spring of 2021, Otoniya was the Ellen and Warren Tallman Writer-in-Residence and one of the SFU Jack and Doris Shadbolt Fellows. She has recently moved to Kingston, Ontario, to live on the traditional territory of the Haudenosaunee and Anishinaabe people. Otoniya is an assistant professor of Black Creativity in Queen’s University, Kingston.

10/10/2022

"Openwork and Limestone" by Frances Boyle

  



Ottawa-based writer Frances Boyle has been busy in recent years. Since 2018 she's published four books: a novella, Tower, in 2018, followed by a second collection of poems, This White Nest, in 2019 and a short story collection, Seeking Shade, in 2020. (The latter was a finalist for the Danuta Gleed and ReLit awards.) After taking a year off to catch her breath, Frances is back with her third poetry collection, Openwork and Limestone, published by Frontenac House.

Here's a sample poem from the book:

Strange Scattered Year

I cobble together some shape like stars, 
gas cloud of spangles, sensory noise
a beautiful typeface of serifed
angels and italicized galaxies. Last year 

declines to cohere. I’m out of practice 
reaching for the shelf
to take down fragments rattling 
in their sealer jar. Bright ring

and clamouring disk with its ovoid dance
on tabletop or dark drift of space. 
Dust of that year toxic to breathe; 
I need a particulate mask to filter it. 

That year, melded by star-shine,
stuck to those before and aft, adhesion
of moist exhales. Trial and tributary, ribbon
of spilled milk. I gather it in handfuls,
sop it up, recap the static, staccato 
tumbling voices, eerie dance

of memory. The monitor dial inches 
through situations half-heard. A moving line,
a pointing finger. Evidence in star systems 
we pretend are fixed. His belt, her chair.
Try to slake my thirst with what, I believe,
is a firm grip on the ladle’s hilt.

 

"Last year declines to cohere." Goodness, yes. This poem backs up the book's jacket copy (a rarity!), which says the book "turns inward and outward at the same time, telling our multifarious collective human story so that it feels like our own intimate family history."

When someone puts out so many books, so quickly, it can seem like a sign of a sudden outburst of productivity, but is more likely the result of the slow accumulation of high quality work, which, for whatever reason, finally arrives in the hands of enthusiastic publishers. Frances suggests as much on her website: "I've been making stories since before I could hold a pen. I've written most of my life, with pauses or minimal output during years of raising a family and working in the legal field. Since being able to devote more time to my craft, my short stories and poems have been published..."

One downside to having so many books published quickly, and having them come out in and around a pandemic, is that - like, I assume, giving birth to quadruplets - it's hard to give each individual the attention it deserves.

The busyness that kept Frances from publishing most of her books until recent years was also likely tied to being steadily on the move: raised in the Prairies, she went to school in Regina, then had stops in Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver before settling in Ottawa. (Sorry Maritimes, no Frances for you!) 

We're lucky to have Frances finally making a trip back to Vancouver, to celebrate not one, but two of her books (COVID having prevented her from traveling to promote Seeking Shade). She'll be joined by special guests Steffi Tad-y and Ellen McGinn for a free reading at People's Co-op Bookstore next Tuesday, October 18th at 7 PM.

Steffi Tad-y will be celebrating her own debut collection, From the Shoreline (Gordon Hill Press, 2022), and Roll of Nickels favourite Mariner Janes will be there hosting (you can read my interview with Mariner here).

Here's the poster:

I really encourage you to take in the event (a Writer's Fest worthy lineup without the $25 ticket price!), and if you can't make it, to pick up Frances' and Steffi's books.


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Frances Boyle’s previous books include the poetry collection This White Nest (Quattro Books 2019), Tower, a novella (Fish Gotta Swim Editions 2018), and Seeking Shade (The Porcupine’s Quill 2020), a short story collection which won first place for short fiction in the Miramichi Reader’s Very Best! Awards and was a finalist for the Danuta Gleed Award and a ReLit Award. Her writing has been published throughout North America and internationally. Born and raised on the prairies, Frances lives in the historic Lindenlea area of Ottawa, with her partner Tim and a large and slightly eccentric standard poodle. Openwork and Limestone is her third poetry collection.


9/12/2022

"Dream of Me as Water" by David Ly



I'm delighted to see that David Ly is about to release his second collection, Dream of Me as Water (Palimpsest Press, 2022). I interviewed David back in 2020 when his first collection, Mythical Man, was published. 

Here's a sample poem from the new book:

Ask and Answer - David Ly
He asks when the octopus lost its shell and it twirls the end
of an arm, pointing back to the Mesozoic Marine Revolution

He asks when it would be okay for him to lose his carapace,
but the octopus doesn’t move, waiting to feel safe

He asks why the octopus lost its shell and it melts
into a glass bottle to try and evade questioning

He asks why he needs to learn to be softer,
so the octopus emerges to embrace him

He asks how the octopus lost its shell, begging to learn,
and its skin flushes from mottled brown to yellow and orange

He asks how he can lose the ability to be so hard on himself
and the octopus wipes away his tears with the tips of its arms

 

I love that casual twirl all the way back to the Mesozoic! David is clearly continuing his tradition of making old stories new, which we discussed back in 2020. Where else can he go? In this book, wherever water flows, it seems. From the jacket copy:


Using water as his central metaphor, Ly meditates on how identity is never a stagnant concept, but instead something that is intangible, fluid, and ever-evolving. Dream of Me as Water revels in the nuances of the self, flouting outside perceptions for deeper, more personal realities.


David's Vancouver launch for Dream of Me as Water will take place on Sunday, September 18th at 6pm, at the Massy Arts Gallery. He'll be joined by poets
 jaye simpson, Adèle Barclay and Jen Sookfong Lee (you can read my interview with Jen here). 

Here's the fancy poster:


You can register for the event via Eventbrite here. And wherever you live, I encourage you to pick up a copy of the book!


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David Ly is the author of Mythical Man (shortlisted for the 2021 ReLit Poetry Award) and Dream of Me as Water, both published under the Anstruther Books imprint at Palimpsest Press. He is a co-editor of Queer Little Nightmares: an Anthology of Monstrous Fiction and Poetry (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2022). (Author photo by Joy Gyamfi.)

1/31/2022

To Show Up For Others: Writers On Kate Braid's Mentorship

In September 2016, I had the privilege of introducing Kate Braid at the Pandora's Collective Literary Awards, where Kate was recognized for her work mentoring her fellow writers. What follows is the full text of that introduction.

Kate Braid

I was recently hired for a job teaching creative writing, and within, oh, five minutes of hearing this, Kate Braid had sent me dozens of files: course syllabi, lecture notes, exercise ideas, etc. This was a sign of her generosity, no doubt, but even more so it taught me that Kate likes to meticulously write out every word she says in a lecture. In that spirit, and in her honour, I’ve decided to read my own meticulous notes meticulously off this piece of paper. So I apologise in advance if I rarely look up over the next few minutes.
 
I’ve spent the last four years working with Kate Braid as two of the co-coordinators (along with Christopher Levenson and Diane Tucker) of the Dead Poets Reading Series, and that experience has  helped me in preparing to present to Kate this year’s Mentorship Award. Not because I’ve learned a great deal from her in that time – though I have, of course – but because running a poetry reading series teaches you how to herd cats. To have five poets show up in the same place at the same time and stick to their time limits, is a formidable task. To round up the myriad ways in which Kate has mentored those around her feels equally formidable.
 
OK, let’s start the list: Kate has taught at SFU (Women’s and Labour Studies), UBC, BCIT, and, for ten years, at Malaspina in Nanaimo (now UVI). She’s been a key member or organiser of a wide array of community groups, as well, from the Vancouver Industrial Writers Union, to the Writers Support Group “Sex, Death and Madness,” the Prosody Group “Compossible” (yes, a writers group devoted to the patterns of rhythm and sound used in poetry. This woman is not messing around), the Non-Fiction Writers Group “the Memoiristas,” and a series of poetry salons she has run in recent years. Many of these groups, such as the Prosody group, were born – in part or in whole – out of questions or challenges Kate faced in her own writing. Most introverted writers would read a book or the internet in search for answers, or simply hide our ignorance and fears deep down inside us in hopes they might eventually turn into diamonds. But Kate builds communities around her questions, and generates answers not just for herself, but for whole groups of people beset by the same questions and same fears. 

In Fine Form,
2nd Edition
OK, back to the list. Really, we’re only getting started. On top of her teaching and her writing communities, there is the Dead Poets Reading Series, which Kate has helped run for the last four years, and the In Fine Form Anthology, which Kate edited with Sandy Shreve a decade ago, and which has been reissued in a second edition just this last month. That book has been an endless source of insight for writers, students and teachers throughout the country. 

And we haven’t even gotten to her work in the construction industry: from 1977 until 1992, Kate worked as a labourer, apprentice and journeywoman carpenter. She was one of the first qualified women carpenters in British Columbia, the first woman to join the Vancouver local of the Carpenters’ Union, the first to teach construction full-time at the BCIT, and one of the first women to run her own construction company. But damn it, Kate, this is a writing Mentorship award, so you can forget about me praising all that groundbreaking work! You see, the cats run off everywhere if you let them. But I have learned the discipline to reign them in.

Rough Ground
Revisited
Similarly, I could get bogged down in what a talented writer Kate is. I could list her five celebrated poetry titles, one of which (Covering Rough Ground) was recently reissued by Caitlin Press. Her memoir Journeywoman, her anthologies, and her many essays, academic and otherwise. But this isn’t an award for your writing, Kate! So you can forget that!

I’m just talking about mentorship. Which, of course, is as impossible as cat herding. Because the way Kate mentors is through her actions, her life. By being Kate Braid, in her totality, and in doing that showing a path for the rest of us, inspiring to be ourselves, in our totality, which is an incredibly difficult thing to do.

I reached out to a few people who were mentored by Kate, or worked alongside her in mentoring others, and asked for their favourite memories of Kate. It should be noted (and it’s no small note!) that every one of them replied quickly, with a precise and detailed memory. These are poets, remember. And they were organized and punctual. It says more about Kate, and her role in their lives, than it does about poets, I assure you.

Marilyn Bowering
Marilyn Bowering, who worked with Kate at Malaspina, noted that:

Kate’s care of the students who were in her classes, when we taught together at Malaspina, was outstanding. It was never a matter of doing a job; for Kate, teaching was a trust; and she took seriously the idea that helping students discover their creativity would open their worlds. Kate’s core value is compassion.
Susan McCaslin spoke of how she met Kate in 1997. She said:

Almost immediately after conversing with Kate, the word “integrity” sprang to my mind, and integrity it has been to this day: integrity in the sense of words matching action, words and acts moving from wholeness to wholeness. Kate has a gift for listening and responding honestly, the listening always preceding the response.

Elizabeth Bachinsky
Elizabeth Bachinsky
remembered a time very early in her own writing life when Kate, at a reading, dedicated a poem to Liz. She said: 
I was so beside myself in the audience. That small act sure left an impression on me. Kate has always been so generous with all of us young writers. She's taught me that even a small gesture like that can mean so much to an emerging poet; so  that when I have the opportunity to reach out and acknowledge people, I do. What a lovely person Kate is. What a fierce writer. A force and an inspiration. 
Amber Dawn’s very first writing class was with Kate, at UBC. She said this:
I was terrified of the creative writing classroom. Kate's warmth and rigor as a mentor taught me to be an engaged peer. She taught not just to respond to poetry, but to show up for other writers. To let the collective knowledge of the classroom lift us all up as poets. To this day, being taught to value my sense of belonging within literary communities has been a lesson even more powerful than being taught about craft itself.
And that is the point, isn’t it? To be taught, through writing, lessons that exceed the craft itself. Writing means a whole lot, but it's far from everything. It’s one room in the house (yes, that will be my one terrible construction analogy).

I was at a talk a couple years ago, where poet Kwame Dawes was speaking about Obsidian, a literary journal for African-American writers. He was asked why he worked tirelessly on it, all his years as editor, when few people read literary journals. His answer was that he was building a home for writers. And, he said, “If you build a home, you can live in that home.” 

It was so simple, yet it struck right through me. And that line comes back to me again and again when I think of Kate, who has for decades been showing us how to live a full life, with writing as a key component. She creates communities that sustain others, and that in the process sustain her as well. She gives out to gain. And what better lesson is there for all of us to learn?

For all these reasons and more, I’m incredibly honoured to present Kate Braid with the 2016 Pandora’s Collective BC Writer Mentorship Award. 

1/18/2022

Poetry Month starts early!

 


My National Poetry Month interview series with Read Local BC is back for a fourth year! In previous years, we've released two interviews a week throughout April. This year we're slowing things down a bit by starting early: releasing an interview a month in January, February and March, before releasing four in April. 

The first interview of this year's series went up today, and it's a real delight (and ended more entertainingly than any interview yet!). In it, I chat with Ellie Sawatzky about her debut poetry collection, None Of This Belongs To Me. You can read the interview here.

Huge thanks as always to Read Local BC for their ongoing support of this project, and of poetry in British Columbia. The next interview will be up in February, and they'll arrive steadily after that. Keep an eye on ReadLocalBC.ca, and the Read Local BC "#NPM2022" hashtag, until the end of April!

And if you need your interview fix right now, remember that I have 80+ interviews posted right here on this blog, which you can review on a snazzy web page here. 

9/27/2021

Two Word Vancouver Readings - Recordings Online!

Due to COVID-19, WORD Vancouver has been forced to move online for the second straight year. Vancouver's loss is the internet's gain, though, as the online readings have been recorded and archived, and can be viewed anywhere in the world.

I was involved in two events this year. First as a reader, reading from Strangers alongside one of my favourite new poets, Matsuki Masutani (you can read my interview with Matsuki, about his debut collection I will be more myself in the next world, here):


Then a week later, I was honoured to host the 2021/22 launch of Poetry in Transit, for which I've sat on the jury for the last few years: 


Both videos will only be up for a month, so view them while you have the chance! And be sure to check out Word Vancouver's YouTube channel to see all the other readings they've poster there.

9/01/2021

"Exhibitionist" by Molly Cross-Blanchard



I was thrilled when I heard that Molly Cross-Blanchard's debut poetry collection Exhibitionist, was to be published this year by Coach House Books. I love Molly's poetry, which is sharp and funny and honest. Back when I edited Best Canadian Poetry 2019 I long-listed one of her poems, "First-Time Smudge," and so wished I could have squeezed it in the anthology. Better late and online than never, I get the chance now:

First-Time Smudge - Molly Cross-Blanchard

It takes eight matches, a burnt thumb, and a quick Google search
to light the sweetgrass braid Mom scored for me from an elder
at work. Always use matches, she said. Spirit likes matches.

I don’t have the abalone shell or eagle feather—
water and air—so I just hold them in my mind, cup the smoke
to my face, my left chest, down the fronts of my calves
to my feet. I notice too late I forgot to change the Spotify playlist
to something more traditional. Hopefully Spirit likes
Jimmy Eat World. I think about the word smudge

while I coax the smoke into each corner of my bedroom, the way
it might mean a smeared mark, like how the message from him
apologizing for the women in my bed was a smudge

on my inbox today. The way I felt when I read it, a smudging of my cool
front. I want to think of the word smudge as wiping away but
to soil is simpler than to cleanse and I’m afraid all this smoke
can’t smudge his spirit from the air here. I open the window, cough

an acrid cough into the dark. I notice too late: the Google article said
to keep it open from the very beginning.

In many ways, this poem - documenting the speaker's efforts to connect with their Indigenous heritage - mirrors the poems in Selina Boan's wonderful debut Undoing Hours (you can read my interview with Selina about her book here). In other ways, though, it's totally different. As Selina puts it herself in our interview:
The first time I read [Exhibitionist]... I was blown away—I laughed, I cried. I felt the whole book in my gut in the best way possible. She uses humour in a way I could only dream of. Her poems are tender, raunchy, and moving.
Yes! "Hopefully Spirit likes / Jimmy Eat World", for instance, feels like a distinctly Molly Cross-Blanchard line!
 
The book's jacket copy hits on similar themes:
One minute she’s drying her underwear on the corner of your mirror, the next she’s asking the sky to swallow her up: the narrator of Exhibitionist oscillates between a complete rejection of shame and the consuming heaviness of it. Painfully funny, brutally honest, and alarmingly perceptive, Molly Cross-Blanchard’s poems use humour and pop culture as vehicles for empathy and sorry-not-sorry confessionalism. What this speaker wants more than anything is to be seen, to tell you the worst things about herself in hopes that you’ll still like her by the end.
I'm so happy to have Molly joining me, Jen Sookfong Lee, and Barbara Nickel at the September "Strangers Summer Series" event. The reading will take place on Saturday, September 11th at 3 PM. It's a free outdoor event, though advance registration is required. 

You'll be able to pick up a (signed!) copy of Exhibitionist at the event, but of course you can also purchase one from your local bookstore, or online from the Coach House Books website. Whichever way you go about it, get this book!

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Molly Cross-Blanchard is a white and Métis writer living on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh peoples, cka Vancouver, where she works as the publisher of Room magazine. Her debut collection of poetry is Exhibitionist (Coach House Books, 2021).

7/12/2021

"Nostalgia for Moving Parts" by Diane Tucker


Long-time friend of the blog, Diane Tucker, has just released her fourth poetry collection, "Nostalgia for Moving Parts", from Turnstone Press (you can read my interview with Diane, about her third collection Bonsai Love, here).

The book officially "launched" online last week, and will be celebrated in person this Thursday at the July "Strangers Summer Series" event in Vancouver's Douglas Park. To whet your appetite for both the book and the event, here's a sample poem from the book:

 

VanDusen Garden in October

Imagine being planted long enough
that your roots grow up through the earth,
breaking the mossy surface the way
a fish’s spine rises from the bronze lake.

Imagine walking in a chilled silence
until you hear three black squirrels
chewing and hear their tiny hearts beat
when the raven screams. Imagine

white-gowned women in a fern dell.
Imagine they’ve swallowed all of the
October light and shine with it like
walking birches. Imagine small bridges

over a dry stream. Imagine every leaf
assembling, red-gold current of autumn
wind running under ice-hearted stones.
Imagine pausing there, letting the chill

slip itself down your back, into your
lungs. Imagine your coat, your scarf,
your boots loosen, open, and let slip in
November’s sleek and blandishing hands. 



"November’s sleek and blandishing hands"! I think about that line often. I was honoured to be able to read the book in advance and provide a blurb, which summarises my feelings on both the book and, in some ways, this poem:
 
When Diane Tucker hangs up a payphone in Nostalgia for Moving Parts' title poem, she observes that "there is (oh unexpected pleasure) a real click." When she lays down to sleep: "the prayers / that fight up through me make a sort of hum." Click and hum. Nostalgia and prayer. What's been and what will always be. Nostalgia for Moving Parts reminds us how to hear and see the ephemeral in the eternal and the eternal in the ephemeral: the moving parts of all our lives.

Do pick up a copy of the book, either online from the Turnstone Press website, or from your local bookstore, or in person on Thursday, July 15th from Diane herself!

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Diane Tucker is a poet, editor, fiction writer, and playwright from Vancouver, BC. Her work has been widely anthologized and published in more than seventy journals in Canada and abroad. Her first poetry collection, God on His Haunches (Nightwood Editions, 1996), was shortlisted for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award. Nostalgia for Moving Parts is her fourth book of poems.



7/10/2021

Strangers Summer Series - Updated Lineups


Well, if COVID couldn't stop us, apocalyptic weather could! The first in-person event of the "Strangers Summer Series" was canceled due to the record-shattering heatwave that descended upon Vancouver that weekend.

But if the last year and a half has taught us anything, it's resilience! I've rescheduled the readers from the canceled event (Jen Sookfong Lee and Tolu Oloruntoba), and expanded all remaining events to include four readers. The next one is only a few days away!

The details:


Strangers Summer Series July Event
Thursday, July 15, 7 PM
Douglas Park, Vancouver
Featuring: Tanja Bartel, Aidan Chafe, Diane Tucker, and me!

 

Strangers Summer Series August Event
Wednesday, August 11, 7 PM
Clark Park, Vancouver
Featuring: Dallas Hunt, Tolu Oloruntoba, Shaun Robinson, and me!

 

Strangers Summer Series September Event
Saturday, September 11, 3 PM
McSpadden Park, Vancouver
Featuring: Jen Sookfong Lee, Barbara Nickel, Molly Cross-Blanchard and me!

 

All events are free, but require pre-registration. You can learn more, or register, by clicking here:


I'd love to see you at any/all of these events!

If you're not in Vancouver, my virtual launch which happened back in May is still visible online. It's not nearly as fun as sweating and eating freezies in a park together, but it'll have to do:

5/26/2021

Strangers in the wild, pt. 2

Strangers keeps doing its little thing in the world! (You can read part one here.)

Jeremy Shepherd of the Tri-Cities Dispatch published a very generous profile of me and the book.

An excerpt which got me giggling:

"He was a student at Gleneagle when a teacher presented him with the poetry of William Carlos Williams (Taylor recently cultivated a poetry nerd following on Twitter by composing numerous tweets about eating icebox plums)... Since then, poetry has become a lifelong vocation."

You can read the whole profile here.


rob mclennan, whose eponymous blog has been much linked-to here, has provided a very generous review of Strangers. A quote:

“The poems exude grief and joy, enthusiasm and fear; at times, simultaneously, as though an emotional well has found new depths. When one first begins to have children, parallels present themselves quickly, offering opportunities to reevaluate one’s own childhood, often for the first time, and in new and unexpected ways. And yet, this is a book of multiple transitions, repeatedly asking how one might get there from here, and wondering how one might survive.”

You can read the whole review here.


Joseph Planta of thecommentary.ca was kind enough to take time to interview me about the book! 

We talked about all sorts of things, including how poetry can help us explore dark territory and keep us company during difficult times.

You can listen to/download that interview here.


Lastly, I posted last week that Chris Banks had provided a thoughtful review of Strangers for The Miramichi Reader. The good news has kept coming from their site, where Strangers was just longlisted for their "The Very Best!" Book Award for Poetry (alongside amazing titles by Shaun Robinson, Evelyn Lau, and others I have yet to have a chance to read). It's a heck of an honour (I love awards that are grassroots organized and have a sense of humour about themselves!), especially as the book has yet to even be officially "launched" into the world!


That launch will take place online tomorrow (May 27th, at 7 PM EDT/ 4 PM PDT) and will feature Luke Hathaway, Sue Sinclair and Sadiqa de Meijer. You can RSVP for the event via Facebook or simply click over to the YouTube page at the correct time.


Thank you - yeesh! - to everyone who's helped support the book so far, via reviews, interviews, profiles, etc. It means so much to me!

5/07/2021

Strangers in the wild!

Strangers is officially out there in the world and making things happen!

The book's first review came in, a very thoughtful, generous one courtesy of  Bryce Warnes and The Poetry Question. An excerpt:

“Taylor’s explorations of personal grief are masterful… Strangers is not “just” about grief, any more than grief is “just” about feeling sad. Throughout, we see connections between people in all their tangled, tangling glory, the movement of love running down the lines like electric pulses… Love is immanent, and so is everything else. In Strangers, Taylor welcomes us into his world with open arms.”

You can read the whole review here. 

I've been able to do two interview for the book, too - one audio and one in print. The spoken one was for Andrew French's Page Fright podcast. Andrew has been good to me in the past, interviewing me last year (just pre-pandemic) about Best Canadian Poetry 2019 and What the Poets Are Doing. This time we talked about the new book, and all sorts of other stuff: creating community during a pandemic, how I like to read a poetry book, my superhero origin story, etc.

You can listen to/download/subscribe to the podcast here.

My second interview was with Michael Edwards, who runs the Red Alder Review. Michael has also been good to me in the past, publishing a haiku of mine just this January. We talked about both Strangers and haiku a good deal in the interview, among other topics. Most pleasing for me, Michael's questions reached back over all four of my books, allowing me to take a bit of a long-view on my writing, and how its led me to this current book. 

You can give that interview a read here.

I've also been delighted to have Strangers appear in all thee of the Quill & Quire, CBC Books and 49th Shelf's Spring book roundups, and to see photos of the book appearing here and there on social media, the highest of these honours being Vicki "BookGaga" Ziegler handwriting a poem of mine in her journal (weighed down by the famous tiny pink dumbbell!) - a long held dream for any Canadian poet on Twitter:

I hope I'll have even more updates going forward, but this has been a tremendous start so far! We still have almost a month to go until my Strangers' online launch (feat. Luke Hathaway, Sue Sinclair and Sadiqa de Meijer) and even longer until my (hopefully possible!) in-person outdoor launches in the summer. You can learn more about those here!


If you're interested in the book, I encourage you to order a copy from your local bookstore, or on the Biblioasis website (or, ok, Chapters, Amazon, etc).