A Thin Line Between. Wanda Praamsma. Book Thug. Toronto. Ontario. 2014.
Wanda Praamsma uses short narrative events from her life to encapsulate moments as though they were short sequences from dreams we are familiar with. There are often two narratives and two voices juxtaposed, but because they ring true, as personal and universal, so "family", they resonate, hard, with the reader.
Praamsma is a citizen of the world and regardless of where she is in her narrative, in the world, the reader feels comfortable under the spell of these poems.
Praamsma uses that "thin line" for balance. She is emotionally precise like a surprise entrance of a character in one of those dreams.
A Thin Line Between is one long poem broken into sequences, sections, moments, and they are untitled.
michiel I see saskia in the way you move, the way you stand there with your
hands out to the side (like a penguin, a gracious penguin)
graceful in every step
walks along the road
a bag of rice balanced on her head
are you sleeping with our cousin? the girl in the bakery asks
a motorbike races by and a woman's shawl blows turquoise into the wind
a bloated truck rumbles past, overloaded with coconut shells
we sleep in different houses
simone's on the canal
and I'm by the vondelpark
but our heads are so similar
our teeth so similar
our minds so up and down
our worries so in tune
we might as well be in the same bed
instead we are at festina lente on the looiersgracht
we say, with this generation
it is all on the surface
you squeeze yourself into these profiles
on linkedin on facebook on twitter
I am this one long list of accomplishments
I smile in every photo
that's what I am showing to the world and that's what people are seeing and
then they get
JEALOUS that I am here and they are there and
we are all longing for somewhere else
"longing for somewhere else". Today's book of poetry loved this section.
A Thin Line Between is a photo-album of a family. An old 16mm. camera clicketty-clacking away at your memory. Family frolic blinking your memory.
These untitled sequences roll by as familiar as your long-time neighbour, you've never heard them before, but you know them and it is reassuring.
A Thin Line Between also functions as an abiding and loving tribute to the Dutch poet Lambertus Roelof (Bert) Schierbeck (1918-19960), "Bert" Schierbect was active in the Dutch resistance during WWII, in later years he was very active in the Dutch literary scene. (Bert Schierbeek was also part of COBRA, an internationalist artistical movement that intended to renew and modernise the postwar visual arts and poetry (with members like Karel Appel, Hugo Claus, Corneille and Lucebert WIKIPEDIA ).
These poems don't rely on location, as in geography, Praamsma goes everywhere, but instead Praamsma's ability to constantly place the reader in the present of each poem renders every country, every settting, home.
IN THIS SEGMENT THE SECTION "DOOR" IS IN FACT A POEM FROM BERT SCHIERBERT'S BOOK OF THE SAME NAME
the idea of association
bert wasn't interested in historical novels, making this whole complex thing
pasting all the parts on a bulletin board to help your mind sort it out
that was boring
but people read them, people like them, michiel says
bert wanted prose he wanted poetry he wanted interconnectivity
the Oneness of all things, dancing on a page
a door is open
a door that's open
is a hole toward
a door that's closed
part of the wall
marks off space
if it moves
it is a door
so I am
bert looked own at me, those eyes
the kind your mind grabs onto
hold melts marks
me in my pink pagamas
a huge sombrero on my head
you can have it, he said, take it home to canada
in the photo I look past the great brim and my eyes zoom into his
and perhaps that is it
the One moment I had with him
A Thin Line Between is fragment after jigsaw fragment of a giant puzzle. The fragments flow into one another, but it is all being revealed at pace, remembering the dreaming? In-situ it all makes sense, it is all necessary.
Wanda Praamsma's book is a non-linear portrait of family and Praamsma's place both in and outside of its bounds.
India, Canada, Croatia, Amsterdam and the inside of your head -- Praamsma is seemingly at home wherever she goes.
in the yellow house
listening to jazz on french radio
(the french play better music and laugh a lot more, says dad)
you hear that baritone sax
you hear that steady beat
sietze is making soup and roasting pumpkin seeds
making the stove
making a fire
stirring the pot
they are getting along again S & S
after the argument over glazes
sometimes we have these big flare-ups, mom says
you just want to throw in the towel
thirty-eight coloured umbrellas
tracking towards on flight of stairs
it's amsterdam weather in an upper canada town
all the light drifts away and yet
the stones around me begin to pop
darker pigments heaving relief
I look up from the page, and
in one swift moment
all the umbrellas disappear
closed up, back inside, to hide
Praamsma constantly juxtaposes her world and the whole world for dramatic effect, illuminates our world in the process.
ABOUT THE AUTHORWanda Praamsma grew up in the Ottawa valley in Clayton, Ontario. Her poetry has appeared in Ottawater, 17 seconds, and Feathertale, and several literary non-fiction pieces have appeared in the Toronto Star, where she worked for several years as an editor. She has worked, studied, and lived at various points in Salamanca, Spain, Santiago, Chile, and Amsterdam, The Netherlands, and has travelled to many places in between and beyond, including Cuba, India, and the Balkans. Praamsma currently lives in Kingston, Ontario, and is working on an MFA in Creative Writing through the University of British Columbia. a thin line between is her first book of poetry. Find Praamsma at www.whywandawrites. com, or connect with her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/wpraamsma.
Few books are so gracefully themselves: a thin line between accomplishes an atmosphere that seems enigmatically familiar, complex and unassuming. It is, in part, an intimate and oblique portrait of a major Dutch poet, but even more so, it’s an exploration of how we should live. The doors in this poem lie between inner and outer worlds, family members, places, life and art – and the speaker’s curiosity and candour leave them wide open.
– Sadiqa de Meijer
– Sadiqa de Meijer
Mixing shapes, genre and line break into a multi-layered poem (long poem and dozens of little poems), a thin line between is within and without, it opens like a door, and moves through family, love, “the mysterious he,” language, and all those other lives we have lived. It conveys the beauty of crafting our own selves, edits and all, and asks the questions: “What is this place i come from?” “Where is it i am going?” and most importantly, “How am i going to write about it?”
– Katherena Vermette
Conversational, associative on many levels, Wanda Praamsma’s long poem pulls a reader in to what is both said and unspoken. a thin line between probes the dualities of resemblance and difference, here and there, leaving the door of her heart ajar in its testing of interconnections within this highly creative Dutch family.
– daphne marlatt
a thin line between balances the intimacy of personal narrative and memory with a sweeping meditation on experience and language. By reflecting on the relationship and inherent tensions between “without” and “within,” it locates the hidden pause within even the most fleeting, seemingly ordinary, moments.
– Johanna Skibsrud
A thin line between lives up to [its] promise — it has plenty of fizz.
– Toronto Star
It is [a book] about following lines — of heritage, of thought, of desire — and where those lines might lead.
— The Kingston Whig-Standard
Wanda Praamsma reading from
A Thin Line Between
at the 2014 Book Thug Launch
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