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Saturday, August 4, 2018

The Art of Dying — Sarah Tolmie (McGill-Queens University Press)

Today's book of poetry:
The Art of Dying.  Sarah Tolmie.  McGill-Queens University Press.  Montreal & Kingston·London·Chicago.  2018.



Before you read a word of Sarah Tolmie's transcendent The Art of Dying, you need to listen to Sir Ralph Stanley's harrowing rendition of his classic "O Death", which you can hear here:


If you're still standing you might be ready for what Sarah Tolmie has cooked up for us.  Today's book of poetry sits in awe listening to Mr. Stanley bargain it all down and Tolmie has the same glaze of class and integrity.  The same deathly grit.

The Art of Dying tackles death with a capital D.  Tolmie takes on every experience death has to offer.  If you listen closely enough you might even come to think that Sarah Tolmie loved death.

Tolmie has plenty to say to the "poets" and their lofty ideals, she knows full well that death is waiting for them too, and tells them so.  There are eighty-nine numbered poems in The Art of Dying, Today's book of poetry had a field day because we could have shared, happily, any of them.  Tolmie doesn't tolerate any weak siblings, she has no dead weight allowed.

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Poets no longer rate so high
In the consolation industry.
We've been fools.

TV has usurped our role:
Zombies, vampires, doctors, priests
Tell us our deaths need not be.

Our friends spam us from the internet
With the final selfie that death photobombed.
Truth is becalmed.

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The Art of Dying tickles the poetry funny bone with whimsy and some wacky rhymes, but it is all for amusement, to calm the dying, for giggles.  Tolmie has laser vision, night-goggle vision, into our deepest fears, our deepest fear, the last one: death.

Sarah Tolmie runs a tight ship.  Each of these untitled pronouncements rings precisely, clearly and then precariously, all taking on death, all dying.

It's not like of this comes as too much of a surprise for Today's book of poetry.  Any of our regular readers will remember that Sarah Tolmie is a two-time Today's book of poetry star.  The Art of Dying is Tolmie's third appearance here.  Back in May of 2015 Today's book of poetry was delighted to write about Tolmie's Sonnets in a Blue Dress and Other Poems (Baseline Press, 2014).  Then in November of the same year we were lucky enough to get our hands on Tolmie's Trio (McGill-Queens University Press, 2015).  Both of those can be seen here:


Today's book of poetry has come to believe that Sarah Tolmie is as dependable a poet as you can imagine, we know that when we pick up a Sarah Tolmie book that it will be full of riches.

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Michael Jackson had a Lazarus fail.
He always did thing on the grand scale,
Having himself euthanized nightly.

Finally it stuck.
The doc went out to smoke or make a call
And he never woke-up.

Widespread woe, tributes, lawsuits ensued
but one thing everybody knew
Was all his wealth did him no good.

This is counterintuitive
And makes us slightly pleased
At the death of celebrities.

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Kathryn, our Jr. Editor, took control of the morning reading and rolled out our copies of Trio and Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems to accompany The Art of Dying.  Tomas and Frieda, two old friends of Today's book of poetry, dropped by this morning and of course Kathryn made them read as well.  Tomas and Frieda added some spice and some enthusiasm to our core group.  And of course whenever we have visitors the staff are inspired to reach for their better poetry selves.

Reading The Art of Dying is a little like skipping and hop-scotch:  you read the first poem and get you a poetry smile/high going and then gravity, momentum, and other unseen forces of nature compel you forward.  Curiosity kisses one side of your cheek and death kisses the other.  This is Chef type burning.

Today's book of poetry would be remiss if we didn't mention the spectacular killer cover of The Art of Dying.  David Drummond designed it and we are convinced he is a Devilchild.  But the cover is hard-core cool and worthy of the fine poems enclosed within.

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The present American horror show
May yet be remembered by a single poem.
People get tired of video.

I've seen this poem a dozen times
About just one guy who died.
Otherwise it's all the same.

Make no mistake that a news report,
Whatever that is in this day and age,
Whoever protests, whoever pays,

Lasts a single minute. Holinshed's lists
Of aristocrats who died for this and that
Come over slowly from Calais

On parchment strips, those will remain
While all things fade
From the digital consciousness.

Eric Garner. That was the name.
Let it be carried in the world mainframe
Until the canticle for Leibowitz.

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As previously stated, Today's book of poetry is now an official Sarah Tolmie fan.  With The Art of Dying Tolmie enters the rare "threepeat" territory on our pages.

Today's book of poetry now knows Tolmie is gold and burning.  I guess we've known it all along.

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Sarah Tolmie

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Tolmie is associate professor of English at the University of Waterloo. Her poetry collection Trio was shortlisted for the 2016 Pat Lowther Memorial Award.

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“There is astute compassion in discussions of assisted suicide, the fleeting life of an imaginary friend, and the confusion of hospital stays that deftly turn daily incidences into larger existential considerations … In these direct, personal brushes with death, Tolmie is at her most clear-sighted, stripping away the rubble of euphemism we use as a salve against the enigma of death.”
    — Montreal Review of Books


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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Trio - Sarah Tolmie (McGill-Queen's University Press)

Today's book of poetry:
Trio.  Sarah Tolmie.  McGill-Queen's University Press.  The Hugh MacLennan Poetry Series.  Montreal & Kingston, London, Ithaca.  2015.


Back on May 14, 2015, Today's book of poetry wrote about Sarah Tolmie's excellent chapbook Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems from the also excellent Baseline Press.  Today we have the distinct pleasure of sharing Tolmie's first full-length collection - Trio.

This is another collection of sonnets, 120 of 'em.  You have to know by now that Today's book of poetry is not a big fan of the formal, but we do try to keep a polymorphous and evolving mind.  This is a good thing for the dance that Trio invites us to.

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Touchy, touchy, beauty boy. And you say
You have no ego. The slightest hint of
Disapproval and you get plaintive
Or your hackles rise. You don't really
Know what you want from me. Fortunately,
I do. Reinforcement: you've long been short.
You need a constant bath. This phase may pass,
But I don't think so. Fine. Come right back
With a stung retort. Yet women pet you.
Do we not? Why? Not because you're cute.
Because it is what you're looking for. Mama's
Hurt boy cries out, help; helpless, we answer.
No fair, you say, I suffer. I agree.
I hear. Men like you need women like me.

...

Our female protagonist is strung out on a very tight high-wire where desire and reason are the anchors at each end of the rope.  Of course she tries to keep it all balanced but with the weight of two younger lovers it becomes a precarious perch.

Tolmie puts it all out there, she's on a delicate precipice yet continues to sing electric.

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Experimenting with unusual grips
I get the soft gift of your equipment
Resting briefly on my leg. These liquescent
Parts of us that we hide away, as if
Shameful, are just in another state,
One not quite solid. Breasts that we have to
Pour into cups to carry, hanging
Testicular sacs, ridiculous, they
Pose a challenge to the rest of us.
We are not all hard, all made, cooked to
The max. Just as our breath is gas, so too
Are we these trembling yolks, delicate
Skinned fluids. Amid your solid strength
Is change of state, always being born again.

...

These poems reach past the simply carnal, they are sad Marlon with his butter in blue, blue Paris.  These elegant poems dream and cry in the same breath.

Tolmie knows exactly how long each light in the darkening sky will last.

115

We think love can beat death and entropy.
It can't. Best you can do is have it age
And change with you, capably. Holding
A new penny in your hand doesn't make
You any younger, and only richer
By one cent. The youth and beauty of
Another does not mean yours in not spent.
What did you buy with yours? Of that love,
What is left? What interest has accrued?
And how much would you lose, only to
Start again with a single penny? Not
Even yours, but merely lent? A sum
So small you hardly see it in your palm,
Just a glint for which you would trade all.

...

Sarah Tolmie's Trio is a marvel.  Clearly Tolmie is a lover of a more formal poetic tradition, and she honours it, these poems are submarine tight - but for someone who loves the form she sure delights in rendering it invisible.

Trio reads more like a romantic and sad pillow book.  A few brisk kicks to the heart and a somewhat lusty frisk.  Tolmie uses these sonnets like bullets from a poetry gun.  She is trying to navigate the bloody journey that runs between her heart and two others.  But make no mistake, Tolmie's the boss.
It is a strong woman's journey.

Today's book of poetry will follow Tolmie anywhere now.

Sarah Tolmie

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Tolmie is associate professor of English at the University of Waterloo. Her books include the novel The Stone Boatman and the short story collection NoFood.


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DISCLAIMERS

Poems cited here are assumed to be under copyright by the poet and/or publisher.  They are shown here for publicity and review purposes.  For any other kind of re-use of these poems, please contact the listed publishers for permission.

We here at TBOP are technically deficient and rely on our bashful Milo to fix everything.  We received notice from Google that we were using "cookies"
and that for our readers in Europe there had to be notification of the use of those "cookies.  Please be aware that TBOP may employ the use of some "cookies" (whatever they are) and you should take that into consideration.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems - Sarah Tolmie (Baseline Press)

Today's book of poetry:
Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems.  
Sarah Tolmie.  Baseline Press.  London, Ontario.  2014.


Sonnets that are sweet to the eye and the ear.

The old sonnet is not the most common popular form, not in the real world, or at Today's book of poetry.
           BUT Sarah Tolmie has struck a rich vein, Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems reads vibrant, modern and true.

Not to suggest that Tolmie has taken the sonnet to the roller derby or a Tom Waits concert.

These poems ring off of the page with considerable authority and precision dancing around inside the certain boundaries of form, they dance modern.

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These are old problems, old as Augustine.
He said we must have faith in things unseen:
Believe our friends befriend us, lovers love.
We cannot know, because between us lies
The great distance of mind from mind, galaxies
Apart. Yet from across the room I feel
Your heartbeat quivering on the air.
I start when you come in, involuntary.
You disturb the air and I'm inspired
By your chemistry: I breathe you in,
As real and clear as oxygen. Fort, da
Is bridged in juice. Even if you stand aloof,
Faultless information loops across our
Space, no matter what Augustine says.

...

There is a simmering heat beneath these poems.  It is tangible on the edge of each page.

Tolmie is one pole-axed pole-cat with a problem.  Unrequited love is always a bitter trail of tears, and for all her obvious wisdom Tolmie gets tangled up in the wrong doors of love just as foolishly as the rest of us.  Bob D. might say that she was "tangled up in blue".

The ace card here is these perfect little gems Tolmie has carved out of her chosen form.  Like a jeweller on a mission, she has carved each facet so.

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See you and raise you. Raise you like an island
Hove in sight. Raise you like the wind under
A kite. To an angel down from Paradise.
Raise you to the power of the infinite.
All games of chance bore me to death, so
I raise you like a feather on my breath.
No-one bets against the gods but fools
And they have nothing else to do, except
Rule nations and shoot to win at pool.
Not so I you. You are the real deal.
I've spun you high on fortune's wheel
Because you deserve to be there, in my view.
And then, seeing what you have become
Just staying in the game, I've won.

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The heart wants what it wants, what it can't have, what will hurt it most.

Historically, hearts suck.  They don't work like a brain, won't listen to reason.  We are hopeless meat-sacks of love and desire and our weak-kneed hearts know it.  So does Tolmie.

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We think love can beat death and entropy.
It can't. Best you can do is have it age
And change with you, capably. Holding
A new penny in your hand doesn't make
You any younger, and only richer
By one cent. The youth and beauty of
Another does not mean yours is not spent.
What did you buy with yours? Of that love,
What is left? What interest has accrued?
And how much would you lose, only to
Start again with a single penny? Not
Even yours, but merely lent? A sum
So small you hardly see it in your palm,
Just a glint for which you would trade all.

...

Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems resonates for me.  These poems are so damned smart and vibrant and those are things we love here at Today's book of poetry.

If you get a chance and use You Tube, look up Dexter Gordon's song "Tanya".  Play it.  These poems are that good and in the same mood.  Gets richer with every listen, these poems do the same with every read.

Sonnet in a Blue Dress and Other Poems is another blue ribbon publication from Baseline Press. Karen Schindler continues to get Today's book of poetry's vote, not just because her books are all so beautiful, they are, but because she continues to find such good poetry to fill the pages.

Sarah Tolmie

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Tolmie is an Associate Professor of English at the University of Waterloo, trained as a medievalist at the University of Toronto and Cambridge. Her novel The Stone Boatmen came out with Aqueduct Press in April 2014. Her first full-length poetry collection,Trio, is forthcoming from McGill-Queen's in 2015.


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Poems cited here are assumed to be under copyright by the poet and/or publisher.  They are shown here for publicity and review purposes.  For any other kind of re-use of these poems, please contact the listed publishers for permission.