Thursday, September 5, 2024

ryan fitzpatrick : A Note on Spectral Arcs (above/ground press, 2024)

 

 

 

 

My 2024 chapbook, Spectral Arcs, acts as a kind of appendix to my 2023 poetry book Sunny Ways. Spectral Arcs salvages poems from a manuscript I drafted in 2011 and abandoned in 2012. The manuscript, titled “Field Guide,” was made up of poetic entries from a guide to spotting extinct animals in the wild. Each entry catalogued an example of a plant or animal species made extinct during the Anthropocene, though I didn’t have that particular sense of time when I wrote the poems. I started by combing the IUCN Red List for examples. Some like the dodo or the passenger pigeon were obvious, but there were many others I had never heard of and many, many more that were near extinction. I read up about the history of extinction as a concept, about the nineteenth century impulse to collect and catalogue examples of the world’s diversity. Mark V. Barrow Jr.’s then recent book Nature’s Ghosts was particularly important. It was the first time I did significant outside research for a project, even if the research only appeared laterally in the poems.

          To write the manuscript, I was lucky to receive a grant from the Canada Council for the Arts (as part of a temporary partnership with the Alberta Foundation for the Arts). My application was a mess, but the jury must’ve seen something there. When I look at that application now, I see a young writer looking for ways to address wider conditions in the world without fully understanding them. The application expresses a desire to use ecology and extinction as a lens to interrogate capitalist and colonial destructiveness, though my younger self is never all that clear about how to do that.

          The draw for me was in the metaphorical idea of the ghost or the trace, the present absence, the thing that we know is there but can’t see. The original constraint, if I can even call it that, was to write poems “about” extinct animals without actually writing about them, skirting physical details and direct histories, pacing out the edge of a presence that had been cut out of the picture. What did it mean for something to disappear, to become imperceptible. I had been reading too much Specters of Marx. Or not enough.

          When I picked up the manuscript again in 2012, I poured a lot of time into editing the poems, but I found them too thin, too abstract. I couldn’t make them sing with the urgency I felt in other writers’ poems that I encountered in my first year in Vancouver. I ended up shoving them in a drawer. Literally! The image on the cover of Spectral Arcs is the first page of the manuscript copy I was working with in that failed editorial pass. I held onto that paper copy of the manuscript for almost a decade, before pulling it out when I started work on Sunny Ways. An image of a lost book.

          I returned to an ecologically invested poetics when I was commissioned to write a piece for Poetry is Dead magazine by Daniel Zomparelli to coincide with an exhibit of Edward Burtynsky’s large-scale photography at the Vancouver Art Gallery. Writing that piece made me think about the idea of the absent presence in a different way, through the problem of what is left out of a supposedly representative picture. Suddenly the poorly articulated questions of “Field Guide” gained some resonance. It took a while to circle back to “Field Guide” after that, but when I did, the work needed to be transformed, moving formally from individual prose poem entries to something lineated and continuous, from floaty abstraction to essayistic punch. The version of “Field Guide” in Sunny Ways primarily wades through the logics of climate change denialism, though it carries the earlier manuscript’s questions about extinction. It also carries much of the discarded manuscript’s language. Because I subsequently cannibalized “Field Guide” for Sunny Ways, you can hear echoes across the two texts many of the lines that originally appeared in these poems. If you read Spectral Arcs and Sunny Ways alongside one another, it could be fun to hear the threads of continuity.

          The poems in Spectral Arcs are pulled from that long-shelved manuscript. I chose the ones I thought still had some juice and gave them a light edit. At worst, I think Spectral Arcs gives an interesting view into my interrupted compositional process. But looking back at its poems without the pressure of writing the perfect book, there’s something in the way the poems grasp at the inexpressible, grasping at disappearance’s presence. Something is there, even if it’s a buzz off in the distance. I hope you find it.

           

            

 

ryan fitzpatrick is the author of four books of poetry, including the recent Sunny Ways (Invisible, 2023) and Coast Mountain Foot (Talonbooks, 2021). Their first creative nonfiction book, Ace Theory, will be published by Book*Hug Press in 2025. They are the 2024-25 writer-in-residence in the University of Alberta Department of English and Film Studies.

David Wojciechowski : on Postcard

 

 

 

 

Postcard is a literary journal that features 10 poems by 10 poets published in a collection of 10 mail-able postcards with 10 original images inspired by the poems. It is based in upstate New York and is edited by David Wojciechowski who previously edited Salt Hill and NightBlock.

The magazine has been around for a little over a year. The idea for Postcard began in July 2023, submissions first opened in August 2023, and the first issue was released in January 2024. The third open reading period began in August and goes through the end of November.

Postcard began very selfishly. I had a lot of fun designing some broadsides in the spring of 2023 for the poets in the UNL writing program. I got to play with an art style that I had begun messing around with the previous summer. I never considered myself a visual artist, so it was fun having this outlet that also involved poetry and still felt like graphic design. Postcard was created because I was trying to figure out how I could do some kind of broadside series. Shipping costs for a project like that became a little daunting in my mind, so I went smaller and wondered if mini-broadsides could work. After a lot of overthinking, I realized postcards might be the perfect format. Not quite a broadside, but something very similar.

Not only was I excited by the idea of people buying the issue and reading it themselves, but the possibility of them sending these poems to the people in their lives really sold me on the format. Every now and then I’ll see someone post a picture on Twitter of a Postcard postcard they got in the mail and it completely makes my day. I also absolutely love the idea of mail carriers maybe pausing during their route to read these postcards if they come across one.

I’m only two issues deep into Postcard, but the 20 postcards published have featured 21 incredible poets including Donna Vorreyer, Leah Umansky, Kelli Russell Agodon, Todd Dillard, and Jenny Irish (and more!).

There is no specific aesthetic for the poems in Postcard. I mean, there have only been 20 poems published so far, and if anyone notices an aesthetic, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. I have published poems that are definitely beyond my typical tastes simply because they stopped me in my tracks when reading them. I guess that’s the kind of poems I would like to publish in Postcard: ones that stop me in my tracks. I want to exhale my held breath having finished your poem. I love the surreal and weird but I also love the every day—a good poem is a good poem.

There is a specific length requirement to the poems I publish. A poem in verse cannot be over 16 lines (stanza breaks absolutely count as a line) and the length of a line can’t exceed 3.5in. Prose poems have to be under 130ish words (minus 10 words for every stanza break). It’s complicated and probably annoying, but I’m working with limited space on a postcard.

Literary magazines have been a part of my life for over 20 years, and I’m happy that all of them lead me to Postcard. I know it’s weird of me to say, but I love this magazine. I hope people are mailing the postcards to friends or hanging their favorite poems in places they need them. It’s a fun format that makes me so happy. In the future I would like to do one-off themed postcards where the proceeds can go to various charities. I would love to do a bound anthology of all of the poems and their artwork after I have maybe 5 issues completed. I don’t know if there’s a market for that though…but I would love to put it together.

For whatever Postcard does in the future, folks can find information at postcardlit.com, on Instagram @postcardliterary, and on Twitter @litpostcard

 

 

 

David Wojciechowski is the author of Dreams I Never Told You & Letters I Never Sent (Gold Wake, 2017) and the chapbook Koniec (End) (Greying Ghost, 2023). His poems can be found in Bateau, Bending Genres, HAD, Hunger Mountain, Meridian, and elsewhere. David works as an adjunct instructor and freelance graphic designer, and is the editor of Postcard. David can be found at davidwojo.com and @MrWojoRising.

Martin Corless-Smith : some poems

 

 

 

 

The hunter turns the gun upon himself
A rabbit puts itself in danger’s path
Overhead a hawk displays itself
The summer is a tide of death



 

the sick child is docile like a dog
the lover slowly stretches like a cat
ready to play hide and seek
ready to bring death inside her limbs



 

Listen to the summer’s empty song
It has no colour and no sentiment
All its creatures are indifferent
Every rain drop every bird call sings along



 

The head cannot recount a single thing
Other than a fleeting sense of having lived


 

 

You ask for nightingales and swans
Here is a sparrow for your rhyme
You want a lily or a rose
Here is nettle, yarrow, queen anne’s lace

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Sweet dryad sweat
The oily pine
The sticky juniper
The creak of noon

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The clown dressed as an Admiral
Sees the fleet off in fine style
No one notices the tear
In the cardboard hat he wears

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The figure of the poet
Martyr, maven, simpleton
Regarding shadows on the wall
Cast by flames upon his hair

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When the angel of the stream
Glints and glitters at the day
We lie silent in a dream
Nothing of our world remains

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Up the dead pine
Two swallows fuck
Aflicker
Chattering

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I write neither
History nor truth
Both unassailable
and plain—
Like youth,
contemptible
actions of some
other imbecile
that was once me—
nothing holds course
accept
the one small
insignificant fact
of death
dropped like a leaf
on any passing day

 

 

 

 

Martin Corless-Smith was born and raised in Worcestershire, England. He lives and teaches in Boise, Idaho. His 13th book, Golden Satellite Debris, has just been released by Shearsman Books (UK).

 

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