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Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Motel of the Opposable Thumbs — Stuart Ross (Anvil Press)

Today's book of poetry:
Motel of the Opposable Thumbs.  Stuart Ross.  Anvil Press.  British Columbia.  2019.


The North Star

for Laurie Siblock

The first time I meet Laurie I walk into her house and
hand her a jar of pickles. Her father's side of the family
is Ukrainian, and therefore she loves pickles, she must
love pickles, I have brought her some pickles. I hand her
two roses, each rose is orange, one for her and its echo
for her cat, who has recently died, a rose for each. In
the park near the beach, she wraps her arms around a
tree too thick for her to wrap her arms around. Her
smile is composed of her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, her
teeth, her nose, the depths of her, the air that surrounds
her. Across the lake is Rochester, you'll find Rochester
there, where Frederick Douglass launched the North Star,
his abolitionist newspaper, in eighteen hundred and
forty-seven.

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Today's book of poetry finds it utterly impossible to be impartial when it comes to Stuart Ross and his poetry.  Motel of the Opposable Thumbs is the seventh Stuart Ross title Today's book of poetry has had the pleasure of writing about.  That is, by far, the most Today's book of poetry has written about any other poet, go figure. 

Here is a list of those titles and the links to the blogs/reviews:

You Exist. Details Follow (Anvil Press) - posted June 23/2013

18 Goddamn Centos (Proper Tales Press) - posted February 10/2014

In In My Dream (Book Thug) - posted April 27/2015

Cobourg Variations (Proper Tales Press) - posted February 27/2015

A Sparrow Came Down Resplendent (A Buckrider Book/Wolsak & Wynn) - posted May 27/2016

Pockets - (ECW Press) - posted January 4/2018

Today's book of poetry will do our best to be unbiased — but there are plenty of reasons for our enthusiasm.

Today's book of poetry is Michael Dennis and my last book, Bad Engine (Anvil Press), only exists because of the efforts of Mr. Ross.  Ross went through all of my published poems and most of my unpublished work and, picked what he liked best and put together his selection of my poems for Bad Engine.  Then he edited them.

For the many dozens of other Canadian poets who've been edited by Ross, you'll know instantly what I mean when I say that a Ross edit means you have better poems.  Stuart contacted Anvil and told them he was working on a collection of my poetry.  Anvil said yes.  Anvil said yes.  Life changing for me.  Another day at the poetry office for Stuart Ross.

My second book of poetry from Anvil Press, Low Centre of Gravity, will be appearing in 2020, this time I picked the poems, but with Stuart's help, and of course he edited it.  I agreed with virtually every edit he suggested.  

All of that to say that Today's book of poetry and Michael Dennis owe Mr. Ross.  We are old friends.  A couple of weeks ago Today's book of poetry had wooden signs laser cut by my brilliant brother-in-law, and secret poetry fan, Steven Predko.  Mr. Predko knows and admires Stuart and his poetry.  The signs were free because they were for Stuart.  What signs you ask?



These signs!  Our guest room is now proudly called the Stuart Ross Guest and Reading Room.  Sir Bill Bissett, Frank Davey, the late Richard Huttel and a small herd of other poets have stayed in our guest room.  Now it is official, Stuart Ross has a room named after him.

Which brings us back to Motel of the Opposable Thumbs.  My dear friend Stuart Ross has always been a fine poet.  But like good wine, he is improving with age.  Today's book of poetry has long believed that Mr. Ross was one the best poets in Canada, Motel of the Opposable Thumbs proves my point.

Toronto Poem

Toronto, the taxi cabs flow mournfully
through your hunchbacked streets. Anxious
towers reach into the white-haired clouds
that throw shadows over
your tired, sweaty people, who squeeze
between each other on self-conscious
sidewalks cracking open beneath the
weight of fearful commerce and
vanishing newspapers. Your edges ripple
and fade into devoted car-worshipers.
Your tired mechanics and surgeons
work deep into the noisy night,
Jewish poodles sniffing at
their inquisitive ankles.

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Stuart Ross is the most recent recipient of the prestigious Harbourfront Festival Prize for contributions to Canadian literature.  Some of the other previous recipients of the Harbourfront Festival Prize include Margaret Atwood, Michael Ondaatje, Christopher Dewdney and so on.  Titans.  The prize was totally deserved, Stuart's work in the Canadian poetry world has spanned over forty years and includes his publishing others through his own Proper Tales Press, workshopping all over the country, and encouraging other writers.  

You can read about Stuart's Harbourfront Festival Prize here:

Stuart Ross was also the recipient of the 5th Kitty Lewis Hazel Millar Dennis Tourbin Poetry Prize which is awarded by Today's book of poetry.  Motel of the Opposable Thumbs easily explains the Today's book of poetry award.  The Harbourfront Festival Prize is for his contributions to the literary community, and as far as I can tell, my experience with Stuart Ross and Bad Engine is only one small example of the tireless work Ross has been doing for other poets for decades.

Motel of the Opposable Thumbs proves what Today's book of poetry has been saying since we first met Stuart Ross back in the late seventies, early eighties, he is one of the most wildly imaginative and innovative poets we have.  Motel of the Opposable Thumbs continues Ross's excellent oeuvre and will expand the hold he has on his many devoted readers.  In recent years Mr. Ross has allowed a new compassion to be seen in his work along with his already considerable glee.

Stuart Ross, the poet, has been on a trajectory all his own for a long time and his poems continue with a brisk and often surreal, scatological logic, his newest poems bring him closer and closer to exposing his very big heart.  Motel of the Opposable Thumbs is unpredictable, but that in itself should be expected, Ross has never been predictable.  What Ross has always been, and remains, is full on unique, original.  There isn't anyone writing poems in Canada who can do what Stuart Ross does.  Motel of the Opposable Thumbs prove it.

Motel of the Opposable Thumbs

in memory of Sydney Ross

We soar through the night. Bugs spatter our windshield.
My father, he's alive again. Steers with one hand.
Our headlights bounce the road. Air whips our hair.

He sucks on smoke. I clutch a bag of chips.
The moon sucks on clouds. A bat flits by.
My father flicks on the radio. The highway spasms.

A dark rectangle. VACANCY ruptures the horizon.
"We'll stop here." My father's deep rumble.
I'm nearing sixty. He is long dead.

He sits on the edge of his twin bed. I sit on mine.
Mould in the bathroom. A spider on the lampshade.
"And the nurse slid the ring from my still, withered

hand and handed it to you in the corridor." Light sputters.
The Coke machine rattles. I slide under the covers.
The highway goes silent. I can't warm my hands.

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Today's book of poetry admitted from the start of today's missive that we were utterly incapable of being unbiased when it comes to Mr. Ross.  He changed the trajectory of my life for the better when he put his hands on my poems.  How do you pay that back?  Read Motel of the Opposable Thumbs and there is every chance Stuart Ross's poems will change your poetry trajectory.


Stuart Ross

ABOUT THE POET
Stuart Ross is a writer, editor, writing teacher, and small press activist living in Cobourg, Ontario. He is the award-winning author of twenty books of poetry, fiction, and essays, most recently Pockets (ecw Press, 2017), A Sparrow Came Down Resplendent (Wolsak and Wynn, 2016), and A Hamburger in a Gallery (DC Books, 2015). Stuart has taught workshops in elementary and high schools across the country and was the 2010 Writer-in-Residence at Queen’s University. Visiting schools and working with students of all ages is his favourite part of his writing practice. Stuart is at work writing nearly a dozen different poetry, non-fiction, and fiction manuscripts.

BLURBS
“An admirably light touch: a democratic sense that all risks are created equal; an irrepressible need to play the clown, even when it results in self-sabotage; Ross’s stylistic hallmarks are on full display in Motel of the Opposable Thumbs.
     — Jesse Eckerlin, Quill & Quire

“[With Pockets,] Stuart Ross develops a fragmentary, dreamlike novel that is startling, sometimes silly and marbled with melancholy.”
     — Jonathan Ball, Winnipeg Free Press

“The wit and irreverent wisdom of Stuart Ross has been a mainstay of Canadian poetry for years, but in A Sparrow Came Down Resplendent we also see him at his most vulnerable … grappling with our mystifying world with his trademark affection and fury.”
     — Adam Sol, Canadian Jewish Literary Awards citation




Oath of Allegiance to Poetry by Stuart Ross
Video: Wally Keeler


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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Poems Suitable To Current Material Conditions - Frank Davey (A Stuart Ross Book/Mansfield Press).

Today's book of poetry:
Poems Suitable To Current Material Conditions. Frank Davey.  A Stuart Ross Book.  Mansfield Press.  Toronto, Ontario.  2014.


This is what a master class looks like.

Poems Suitable To Current Material Conditions reads like a tongue-in-cheek dictionary of poetic phrasing for promising points of polemic parallaxed passion.

Is there someone more well versed in the ebb and flow of Canadian poetry of the last sixty years?  I doubt it.

I'm Just Sayin

I'm just sayin that Plato never read Marx.
I'm just sayin that if you wait the dog will lap up his vomit.
I'm just sayin that the headquarters of the Luftwaffe is still a
             handsome building.
I'm just sayin that you could have waited.
I'm just sayin just sayin.

I'm just sayin that the mountain pine beetle may bring a brand-new forest.
I'm just sayin that there can be too many eggs in two baskets.
I'm just sayin that the worst thing about politicians is that they often
             believe in what they're trying to do.
I'm just sayin that countries like Canada may never have a century.
I'm just sayin that heart monitors are overrated.

I'm just sayin that the Hellespont is not exactly the Dardanelles.
I'm just sayin that time has nothing to do with essence.
I'm just sayin that the wine made in the hills of Galilee is not
             necessarily kosher and not necessarily holy.
I'm just sayin that someone put a stitch in mine.
I'm just sayin that when the new leaf is turned over it may already by autumn.

...

I'm just sayin that this may be true, or not.  But I'm pretty sure Frank Davey slept in our guest room. I call it the Stuart Ross guest room because the poet Stuart Ross stays in it more often than anyone else.

Bill Bissett stayed there once when he was in town for Riley Tench's funeral.  The Chicago poet Richard Huttel stayed in our guest room once as well, although he may have slept on the coach.

There have been others, but I think Frank slept there, hard to be sure.

He'd come to our home after doing a reading at the fine Ottawa second-hand bookstore Black Squirrel Books.  The reading was part of a Mansfield Press tour to promote Poems Suitable To Current Material Conditions - along with the a few other Mansfield writers and books.

I'd never seen or heard Frank Davey read and it was a genuine thrill.  I have been an admirer of is work for forty years.

When we arrived at my home I made him tea and then made him sign books.  Later on, he descended the stairs to our guest room, where I imagine he slept.  The bed looked slept in.

I love having poets as quests.  Having Canadian legends/poet heroes stay is a whole different ball of string.  Frank Davey may have slept.  But I stirred.  Amazed and a little jealous.  I thought of my young poet-aspiring self trying to imagine having a Davey in my home.  As unbelievable to my young self as a shot at the moon.

Just so you know, he did have amazing stories about so many other poets.  Sir Earle of Birney, Lord Layton, you know the list.  I think I bored him to bed with my endless questions and enquiries.

In the morning I made him toast and more tea.

Poem Suitable to Some Current Material Conditions

A green poem, full of innocence, naivety, and just a little
political savvy, full of hope in fact
to end political savvy. A poem that prefers
a blue box to a bonfire, a cotton bag
to a plastic car, an apple to a rock garden.
I wrote it while walking to work.
I wrote it while drinking from a coconut.
I wrote it while buying an LED light bulb.
I wrote it by pencil in the margins of a Walmart flyer.
I wrote it during Earth Hour.
I wrote it while digging up my lawn to plant milkweed.
I wrote it by candlelight while disconnected
from the grid by a freak tornado.

It's a poem that will become progressively illegible
unless printed with toxin-free ink on recycled paper, a poem
that translates itself into Sanskrit when carried onto Wall Street,
a poem whose implied reader has a carbon footprint
lower than 10 kg. -- others
may find it increasingly difficult to see
unless they are offering their excesses.
It's a poem that doesn't want to be roundup ready.
It's a poem that overflows with meaning
when read in a rainforest of at least
5 million square kilometers, or underwater
beside a pristine coral reef, or in orbit
around a blue planet still uncluttered with space junk.

...

Poems Suitable To Current Material Conditions is an omnibus of sorts, Davey is addressing multiple social, societal, grammar, political, gender and human garden issues.

Who wouldn't love this stuff to death?!

Eleven Reasons Why A Straight Guy Might
Have Loved A Lesbian

1.  He wasn't quite straight, he liked her father.

2.  She was mostly a political lesbian.

3. This site, she said later, was under construction.

4.  He was one of the jerks who helped turn her.

5.  Lesbian isn't a person, it's a position.

6.  He believed in social hybridity.

7.  He didn't like competing with guys.

8.  He imagined threesomes.

9.  He feared women who might trap him.

10.  Loving is a position.

11.  He felt surges of lesbian desire.

...

Today's book of poetry continues to like list poems.  Frank Davey is full of mischief and a great many other things.  These playful poems pull at paradox, kick the crap out of previous reason.

Frank Davey

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Frank Davey has been pushing at expanding what poetry can do since helping launch Vancouver's Tish poetry newsletter in 1961 and publishing D-Day and After - perceptively described by James Reaney as appearing to have been written by his typewriter - in 1962. Along the way he has published more than thirty poetry books. His most recent publications are aka bpNichol, a biography of poet bpNichol, and the artist's book Spectres of London Ont. His books have included the ironically postcolonial The Abbotsford Guide to India (1986), winner of the 1987 Canadian Publishers Association Writers Choice Award, Postcard Translations (1988), described by Lynette Hunter as offering readers Ã’radically new ways not only of relating to national culture but of contributing to it and shaping it,' and Bardy Google (2010), a flarf book that reviewer Vanessa Lent observes deconstructs meaning in a way that has no connection to traditional human means of reasoning and storytelling.  Frank lives in London, Ontario.

BLURBS
“Frank Davey is a self-confessed semiotician; if discourse studies hadn’t been invented, he’d have done it anyway. It’s a class weapon.”
—Lynette Hunter, Disunified Aesthetics
“[In Bardy Google], Davey … constructs meaning in a way that has no connection to traditional human means of reasoning and storytelling and yet is wholly comprehensible to his reader.”
—Vanessa Lent, The Bull Calf
“Cultural Mischief is a doggedly raucous, downright waggish guide to off-leash culture.… Hurrah for mischief.”
—Aretha van Herk
“A poetry shaped by the poet’s deep sense of how poetry must naturally emerge from the roots of place, time, and personal knowledge, commitment and feeling.”
—Douglas Barbour

Frank Davey reads from Bardy Google at Talon's 2010 Cross-Canada Poetry Tour

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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.