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Monday, June 2, 2025

Astra Papachristodoulou : SQUARE IN SHAPE BUT NOT IN FORM

Derek Beaulieu, Surface Tension, Coach House Books, $23.95
ISBN 9781552454503
Sacha Archer, cellsea, Timglaset, €12.00
ISBN 9789198725766
 

  

 

There’s something very pleasing about small square books. Some of the most prized possessions in my bookshelves are Bob Cobbing’s collection of Selected Poems (Bill Jubobe, Kob Bok, Bob Jubile), with the first book in the bundle, Bill Jubobe, produced beautifully by Coach House Books in 1976. Before I even opened Derek Beaulieu’s Surface Tension (which was published by the same press, 50-ish years later) I knew from the shape and distinctive two-toned cover design that this book was either somehow linked to the Cobbing bundle or that it served as a homage to the distinctive poet of the British Poetry Revival.

Surface Tension is a collection of expansive, symmetrically perfect, and ‘palindromic’ poems, as Beaulieu calls them in the book, which vibrates both nostalgia and inventiveness. The book opens with a series of cursive Letraset concrete poems that subtly occupy the centre of each page. The balanced position of the mirrored letters is very enjoyable to the eye, especially to someone like me who finds pleasure in symmetrical arrangements (see extract from the ‘Kursiv’ section, for instance). As the book progresses, the Letraset poems become more and more unstable: the visual poems are ‘photocopy manipulated, chance-based’, as the poet writes, to appear stretched, fatigued and overwrung. An inkeous metamorphosis takes place: the neat concrete poems gradually erupt onto the page with the letters undergoing expansion – as you flick through the pages, the poems appear scanned and digitally stretched to remind us of the growing effects of technology upon us all. The poem is changed upon coming into contact with the photocopier, just like the poet (or humans, more widely) whose lives are continuously being transformed in technologically and Capitalist-driven Western societies. This approach seems to be very much influenced by Bob Cobbing, whose photocopier poems of the 80s-90s constituted a new poetics and exemplified avant-gardist practice as a breaking out of conventional forms.  

For those familiar with Beaulieu’s work already, Letraset, the dry-transfer lettering product that revolutionised graphic design in the 1960s, is a recurring material and approach in this poet’s work (see his Les Figues Press collection, Kern, for example). This intensely physical letter transferring technique which involves scratching off individual letters onto a surface to assemble messages, enhances the industrial dimension of the concrete poems; remnants of a tool once used in advertisingan essentially capitalist enablernow adorns poetry assemblages. Due to the limitation in buying new packs of Letraset, poets working with this material must rely in old second-hand stock, which is often ‘less-than-perfect’, with some letters being more intact than others. This adds a charm to poems like the ones seen in Surface Tension that showcase typographic materials that were once customary and have now been replaced by more advanced tools. Beaulieu is a poet of our times – his work is not afraid to take risks and echoes what Cobbing called the “need for the awareness and action of taking it all that one step further”.

Like Surface Tension, Sacha Archer’s Cellsea also experiments with typography and the concrete form in interesting ways. Beautifully produced by Malmö-based publisher Timglaset, Cellsea is a square publication with two covers and can be read in two directions. This stylistic choice alone creates a flow that is replicated in the poemseach rubber stamp poem takes you out to sea, the letters pulsate in a way to awaken the imagination. The book opens with a quote from Jacques-Yves Cousteau which partly reads, “I held onto a rock and closed my eyes. This was the punishment of the sea,” which made me think of poems as waves – waves that, depending on the weather intensity, reveal a blanket of new rocks, cells and other wonders for us to discover upon searching; each poem carries meaning which awaits to be uncovered.

Each section (each half is divided in three sections) opens with the words ‘inhalation’, ‘exhalation’ and ‘return’, enhancing the idea of reading visual poetry as an act of meditation and discovery. For some, this sounds like a familiar experience when encountering good poetry, although others may not naturally agree with the meditative and healing effects of poetry reading and making. As a reader, I understood these words to be instructions from the poet, and enjoyed each suggested pause which, in my opinion, was well positioned in the book.

The first few concrete poems in Cellsea are small and contained, and are coloured in a mixture of blue, green and black inks (see poem ‘Phase 5’, for example). As the reader turns each page, the poems expand, with the letters stretching out and claiming the whiteness of the page – it should be noted that the poems eventually become monochrome – another technique indicative of movement and progression. In the poem ‘13th Position’ for example, the letters ‘U’, ‘E’ and ‘R’ (amongst other letters) seem to have escaped their contained space, thus creating a visually satisfying buzz on the page. Repetition seems important for concrete poems such as these ones – in the same way that a coastal landscape is adorned with patterns and colours, these poems also have their own unique rhythm and standing.

Archer’s choice to handstamp the letters in Cellsea reveal another layer that makes this visual poetry book so fascinating; stamping is an act that predisposes physical force, and in a way points to the violence of the wave-like poems. In the same way an inked stamp leaves a footprint when it comes in contact with the page, a sea wave alters the coastal landscape one cell at a time. Archer’s letters are swept away by ocean storm – this, to me, alludes to the power of language to change the world.

Unique in its use of movement, typography and approach to book design, Cellsea offers a meditative yet unpredictable energy, capturing the turmoil and, simultaneously, the beauty of temporal spaces. Archer’s concrete poems are visual masterpieces and Timglaset did a brilliant job in presenting them in the best possible way.

 

 

 

 

Astra Papachristodoulou is a poet and artist from Greece with a PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Surrey. She was recently awarded a Fleck Fellowship from Banff Centre for Creativity, and her poems have appeared in numerous UK and international magazines including Buzdokuz, Resurgence & Ecologist and BeeCraft. Her poetry publications include Selected Variations for Bees, Stargazing and Constellations (all from Guillemot Press).

Thursday, June 2, 2022

Astra Papachristodoulou : For Kate Siklosi (2022)

 from Report from the Siklosi Society, Vol. 1, No. 2

 

 

 

 




 

 

 

Description: The wreaths have been produced using the Letraset dry-transferring technique – the letters were carefully applied onto hand-dyed skeleton leaves. The ribbon used is made of recycled sari silk which was also hand-dyed.

 

 

 

Astra Papachristodoulou is a PhD researcher and tutor at the University of Surrey with focus in sculptural poetics in the Anthropocene. She is the author and editor of several books and anthologies of poetry, and her work has appeared in Ambit, Berkeley Poetry Review, Buzdokuz and Bee Craft amongst other UK and international magazines. Astra is the founder of Poem Atlas, an exhibition platform and publisher of visual poetry, and her work has been exhibited in a range of art venues including the National Poetry Library in London and the Technohoros Gallery in Athens, Greece.

Friday, September 4, 2020

Astra Papachristodoulou : Go past here time and again





the time of the world was far away and gone
the clock struck quarter past one to mark disobedience
within outfalls that lock strange drawings from bind
and long weaving knots, unwinding the true mother tangle
with rustling straw like silence in a cave, we fell into stasis

on my way to the shelter, we waded into waves
and followed a probe, a negative geotrope of dire sky
of the tree, third of the trunk across the wall from our shelter
of new death from cocaine poisoning to shame
otherwise and unsettled to see our fears come to life

to walk on paths paved with strange realms and treetops
a gilded temple on our way to shorten the day
the phase of the world was far gone to stress reactivity
it’s for nothing that we felt the sharp distance
all of a sudden time appears alone and again

not sure if our world hangs to hide the updraft or what
under the ragged papery grass, we became lay preachers
to seek a light entailing its token and hide from sacred water
underneath the sand to praise the polis and the highest form
to go past here and time and then

the roadside, the versions of doom upon us
the outskirts to fade but there we ran into the forest
to translate the rituals that grow up in our thought
we unfolded a map into a vastly layered blanket of children
left alone to grow into a foaming pack of wolves   
that sleep rough on the pavements much like us

sometimes the ground felt familiar with human ash
and our fingertips became concrete at what looked like dawn
while factories loom a foundation of together to conceal
an apparent division between fact and fiction

looming a fabric of identity itself against function
your planet, now my planet in orbit
fills with hunger and mellow leaves to overcome
this sense of remoteness inside the inner restraint 
like a patch of wall both chilling and bracing

I keep like earth keeps trinkets and leaves traces behind
to awaken this new necropolis one by one
rock monasteries that fly a long day in reverse
not bare but filled with signs, extending arms and again
to pick up white pebbles and tangible deities

to seek celestial cobblers full of local mythologies
on almost entirely uninhabited impact craters
the rover struck midnight, and there was foot-fall in the cloister
the hope to turn churches into dark matter 
is more valuable than foretold for some

waking up in the opposite side of the solar system
is the threat of hybrids in our midst alone
makes one forget at length to stay in groups
thinking of habits like gathering wood and speaking at large
hiding at abandoned powered stations and the rest
upon the past or present, the low and the like

to think like earth is to look at it long enough but it’s gone
talking to insects and picking up pieces between breaths
and talking to sharp rocks and keep on going through streams
go past here and again, to think that nothing’s left

there were a few good moments in the field near the troops
that all past here in our minds at once
never quite ready to admit what’s before us
flights and streetlights triggered by boundaries we
offer omniscient omphales to our mentors





Astra Papachristodoulou is a PhD student at the University of Surrey with focus in the experimental tradition across poetry, visual art and performance. She has given individual, collaborative, and interactive readings at a range of events in Slovenia, Vienna, Greece and the UK, including the European Poetry Festival and IGNOR Festival. Astra's work has been exhibited at the National Poetry Library and the Poetry Café, and she is the author of several pamphlets including Stargazing (Guillemot Press, 2019).

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