Showing posts with label ann sexton. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Tatterdemalion - Jennifer Londry (Chaudiere Books)

Today's book of poetry:
Tatterdemalion.  Jennifer Londry.  Chaudiere Books.  Ottawa, Ontario.  2015

Tatterdemalion

"Hindsight is a temporary virgin                                    a has-been"
       Second guessing the timetable

"I ain't no killer, but I could be."
       Dueling musicians

Oh, hello.  It seems you've stumbled into the Today's book of poetry offices just as I was making a list of the lines I wanted to steal from Jennifer Londry's very fine Tatterdemalion.  It was going to be a long list.

Or how about that killer title, I'm in love with what is a new word for me, Tatterdemalion, to be "ragged or disreputable in appearance" says Merriam-Webster.

Londry's second book of poems comes to us in seven sections but her voice doesn't waver much.  Too bold, brave and brash to be bitter but there are some sad miles on this road.

Three awful days without god

The asphalt aquarium of my innocence wobbled
and became unhinged.

Crouched in the garage
I read the label on a box of toddler-carbs--
folic acid, zinc oxide, vodka, niacin, riboflavin, carbon monoxide.

My mouth tastes like the morning after, plan B.
My hair is an auburn mess
twisting and turning inside my smallclothes.

They caught me running uphill on a one-way street
naked in a new pair of shoes
attempting to outrun the mundane.

...

Londry is an admirer of Ann Sexton and it shows like red lipstick on a collar.  Today's book of poetry has long been an ardent admirer of Sexton.

We sent Milo to the Today's book of poetry bookshelves and he came back with Sexton's The Death Notebooks, Words For Dr. Y., Live or Die, The Book of Folly, All My Pretty Ones along with a Selected and a Collected Ann Sexton.  We included the reading of a few Sexton poems along with Londry's for this morning's read.  Didn't take long for us to remember why we call her Saint Ann of Sexton.

It doesn't take long once you've opened the cover of Tatterdemalion to see that Londry has the same razor edge sharp that she admires in Sexton.  Some of these poems would be willing to cut you.

Ramble

I am the driver behind the wheel.

Keep going, she says, out-manoeuvre this array of facades--
clown face storefronts with down-up circular penny staircases
from Plenty's fallen pocket.

Snapshots of dead relatives scotch-taped to the hooch-man's window.

3, 9, 7
suddenly, the world rights itself.

Green lights twitch everywhere.

...

Today's book of poetry is particularly pleased to be writing about a title from a local Ottawa publisher.  Chaudiere Books is the hard work of Rob McLennan and Christine McNair.  Chaudiere Books are producing top flight beautiful books and Today's book of poetry is proud to brag local.

Jennfier Londry's Tatterdemalion has pace.  These poems never dwaddle.  Most of them are whippet thin and greyhound strong, it's all muscle and lung.

Who shan't                           escape

A pale witness picks up a cigarette and lights its final inhale.
Quitters live in a wasteland.

Sway and stoop.

Cemetery gate is open, nothing gets in.
Not even the twice dead.
The man who choked on a rat snake
the man who messed with Eden.

Like a shotgun awaits a prayer
it will take years for the city to mend.

...

Tatterdemalion bristles, this is fierce poetry, full of desperate situations and dire consequence.  You might even think that some of these poems are salvos aimed at redemption but Today's book of poetry thinks Londry is working towards a higher purpose.

These poems want those red lips, that gin and that blue sky.


Jennifer Londry

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer Londry is the author of two previous books of poetry: Life and Death in Cheap Motels, which was adapted for stage, and After the Words, which was nominated for a Saskatchewan Book Award. A featured reader at the 2009 Kingston Writers’ Festival and at the 2011 Sweetwater 905 in Northern BC, she has also facilitated and organized a literary event for Alzheimer’s Awareness. Jen has taught creative writing and recently was a judge for Words from the Street, a creative writing competition, which gives a voice to the downtrodden, in association with The Toronto Writers’ Collective. She is also a contributor to the anthologies: A Crystal through which Love Passes, Glosas for P.K. Page (Buschek Books, 2013), Where the nights Are twice As long, Love Letters of Canadian Poets (Goose Lane Editions, 2015), and has work forthcoming in the Alzheimer’s anthology, A Rewording Life, editor Diane Schoemperlen, creator Sheryl Gordon. Currently Jen is collaborating with the documentary filmmaker Sarah Turnbull at the Carleton School of Journalism and Communications to produce a mental health video.

BLURBS
"With capricious locution and charged language, Tatterdemalion fires the belly like spiked punch. Londry's poetry is fierce, full-tilt, and darkly unexpected--she thrives in the off-kilter corners of the dystopian human condition. Kick off your shoes. You're in for a wild night."
     - Sandra Ridley

"In Tatterdemalion, Jennifer Londry weaves her dusky art at its best. A jagged, intense, down-the-rabbit-hole collection where leisure suits, dismembered limbs, the minaturized world of dollhouses and asphalt aquariums mingle into poems with a dark, folk-tale vibe. Immersive, beautiful tatters."
     - Jeanette Lynes

"The poet write perceptive lines I savour like hard candy on the tongue."
     - Shelley A. Leedahl

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Sunday, May 24, 2015

searching for a pulse - Nazifa Islam (Whitepoint Press)

Today's book of poetry:
searching for a pulse.  Nazifa Islam.  Whitepoint Press.  San Pedro, California.  2013.


Nobody has the heart to tell Rosemary that she's dead.  Rosemary is in a hellish void where Wheel of Fortune plays non-stop on the television and no one comes to call.

searching for a pulse does not have a happy ending.

Many of the best books don't.

Nazifa Islam's world and work are populated with spectacularly sad people fighting hard to emulate the sorrow of Sylvia Plath.

he had a peg leg too

She married a man with one glass eye
and divorced him the next day but he
still got his green card. She weeps now
while sitting in front of her television
watching Wheel of Fortune every night.
You haven't met her yet, but her name is Rosemary.

...

This is a first book for both Nazifa Islam and a first book of poems for Whitepoint Press.  Impressive on both counts.

These poems are messy little cries for help wrapped in elegant tissue.  These poems have a music all their own, it is a lulling dirge and it whispers you in.

searching for a pulse is utterly charming in a Morticia Adams/Janice Joplin/Ann Sexton sort of way. There's some dark attraction to those obsessed with the dark attractions.

Nazifa Islam is all over the legacy of Sylvia and her thirst for that oven, that one long sleep.

With no hope in sight that hope will prevail, Islam's characters spiral towards self-determined fates like Sufi dancers spinning towards the light.

he was taught truths

He told Rosemary
she was pretty when
she isn't for a very
long time. Finn isn't
particularly kind he
just actually believed
she was beautiful.
Rosemary used to
roll her eyes at him
but she was secretly
pleased all the same.
He stopped saying
it though after Janet
leaned over one
morning to whisper
I used to think she was
beautiful too but I've
learned better now.

...

Islam sustains a tone of humerous despair -- and you have to have a dark soul yourself to see the humour in these poems.  Luckily, Today's book of poetry is equipped with just such an entity.  It is hard to sustain the low notes of the human psyche and not tailspin into something too black to read.

Islam escapes that dangerous terrain with just the right slice of cherry twist.

lavender-scented stationery

The fourth time Rosemary
tried to die she decided to
do the thing properly. She
wrote goodbye letters to
everyone she loved and
mailed them before slitting
her wrists. As Rosemary
lay in her hospital bed,
restrained and under
sedation, both Alice and
Finn stopped by to burn
their letters in front of her.
They'd decided I love you --
but not quite enough was far
from being adequate. to
this day, Janet sulks about
not getting a letter.

...

Rosemary is nobody's baby.  In a world where no one can give love it is hard to sustain hope.

Even impossible.

These very good poems don't end happy, but I already told you that.

It is the reader that reaps all rewards.

Nazifa Islam

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nazifa Islam grew up in Novi, Michigan. She graduated from the University of Michigan with a B.A. in English and has an M.F.A. from Oregon State University. Her poetry and paintings have appeared in a number of publications, including Anomalous Press, From the Depths, A Baker’s Dozen, and Flashquake. While in London during the summer of 2012, she visited not one but two of Sylvia Plath’s houses in Primrose Hill. She can frequently be found banging away at her manual typewriter, regularly updating her blog Thoughts Interjected, and dreaming of one day visiting L.M. Montgomery’s Prince Edward Island.

You can visit Nazifa at her blog:  http://www.nazifaislam.com/


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