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Tuesday, March 4, 2025

GENRE-HOPPERS: A Conversation with Nick Thran and David O'Meara

David O'Meara, the newly appointed English-language poet laureate for the City of Ottawa and author of the debut novel Chandelier, speaks with Nick Thran, whose works include If It Gets Quiet Later On, I Will Make a Display and the upcoming poetry collection Existing Music. Together, they explore the inspirations behind their latest works and the influences that shape their writing.

 

 

 

First off, congratulations on publishing your first novel, Chandelier. You’re both a poet and a playwright, so genre-hopping is not new for you. You’ve talked a little bit with rob mclennan on this site about the novel offering you “a different way [than in poems] of talking through the paradoxes” and about getting to moving through a prosaic trajectory of causal relations. But I’m wondering if there was some kind of hinge moment when the lark of the novel became the work of writing the thing, and a three-hundred-page family drama felt possible? Can you talk about this moment? Or was it an idea borne more gradually, in increments?

Frankly, I learned many things from abandoning an earlier novel I wrote before Chandelier. I wanted to apply that knowledge and experience; I just needed a story. And when I was in the editing stages of my last book of poems, the image of Hugo, the father / ex-husband character in the novel, waiting impatiently for a connecting flight and receiving a phone call from the police, imbedded itself in my head, and I thought what the F, let’s see where this goes. So, it started as an image that interested me. But it needed to be a character that interested me. And as I worked on that, essentially making him an architect on his way to a conference to confront a professional rival, the other characters developed into a compelling drama. The things I learned from the previous failed novel came into play. Essentially: plan almost nothing, create interesting people and let them get into trouble.

I want to ask a similar question regarding your book of essays, If It Gets Quiet Later On, I Will Make a Display. How did it form? I can see that maybe it grew incrementally, except that there seems to be a very coherent exploration of enquiry through art and aspiration (and I’ll get to that later). What was the process like for gathering the material together?

I admire this capacity to move a particular character through a single evening, to have them make decisions, situation to situation, on the fly.

If It Gets Quiet Later On, I Will Make a Display grew from two manuscripts. For a few years I’d been working on both a manuscript of essays and a manuscript of poems. In the essays I’d established a difficult but exciting (until it wasn’t) set of formal and thematic constraints. The poetry manuscript was open-ended and going nowhere. I was also working a Sunday shift at my local bookstore where my sole task, apart from slow Sunday retail, was to group different books together on the tables for display. After I hit a creative block with both manuscripts, I’d say the display work felt more satisfying than any of the writing I was doing. Next thought, can I write a book that feels like this, whose parts mimic the kind of associative leaps I sense going on here at the shop? This opened the door for fiction enter the conversation, which quickly established a leading role, as the stories drove through many of the roadblocks I was encountering in the essays. A role for the poems suddenly appeared. The three genres thrived side by side.

Returning to your work, the three members of the broken family who are the subjects of Chandelier, daughter Georgia and her parents Hugo and Sarah, have a few things in common. They’re prone to wild or risky excursions. They struggle with substances. But I’m interested in ways the three are bound by the largesse with which certain individuals outside the family unit – Georgia’s friend Natalie, Hugo’s career-rival Alan Norcock, and, for Sarah, the double-first-named scammer Trevor Brent – loom in each of their present realities. I wonder if you can tell me about the decision to have each of these characters reckoning with the actions or absences of individuals outside of that family? 

Nick, I have a very messy proto-essay in my files regarding the idea and use of advice by characters in the history of novels. Advice is a very fraught concept. We give and get it every day. Our fate, for good and bad, often hinges on whether and how we apply it. Secondary characters operate somewhere in this sphere, I think. Very broadly, main characters battle their past and present, its great mistakes and regrets, predictably inside their embattled psyche. But the secondary characters, even minor characters, apply the unpredictable left hook. They have access to protagonists’ information without perhaps suffering the immediate consequences. The tension of a narrative can be barrelling along like a tractor trailer and then suddenly the minor character can step out and push it into the traffic. Or pull it out of the way. They can be a playful irritant to the narrative trajectory. They are less developed so can be shadowy.

You make great use of these minor characters, and the shadows they cast are so clearly partly from them, partly fabrications of the “embattled psyche[s]” of your main characters.

There was likely a well of personal experience you were drawing from while writing Chandelier. You previously taught in Korea, which had to inform writing about Georgia and her time overseas. In your work as a bartender, you must have been regaled with horrific tales from a thousand Hugos (well done in pulling no punches with his physical and mental breakdown in Barcelona, by the way).

I’m wondering how you found the process of negotiating boundaries between the self and your characters. Was this something different for you than establishing a speaker in a poem? In some sense, maybe you were already doing some of these character sketches or vocal exercises in Masses on Radar. Gestural drawings towards the bigger canvas of the novel. 

I really have no way of explaining where these characters came from. There is no direct line from my own experience and theirs. Yes, I have lived in South Korea, and spent time in Barcelona, and Gatineau, for that matter. I have drawn on some familiar situations but also made many up. I have felt many of the things Georgia, Hugo and Sarah feel, but disagree with them on other things. The book is a thousand lies tied together with its emotional truth.

Back to yours. I mentioned an enquiry into art. What I loved about your book is its integration of thought through many experiences and places—New York, Toronto, Fredericton, book store work, your extended discussion of the Old Trout Puppet Workshop, Patrick Lane’s writing, etc. The whole is a coherent sum of its parts. In this, it attested to the noble goal of reflection as lifestyle. I’m wondering two things: did you have a particular thesis that you wanted to gather evidence toward, and I’m intrigued by the claims in your NOTES that several of what seem to be personal stories are “works of fiction.”

Looking back, I was starting to (wrongly) conflate my making of a poem with the shorthand of a temporary gig or stay, with abrupt upheavals or shifts I was experiencing both geographically and in my own consciousness. During a protracted feeling of rootlessness, I had the good fortune of taking a fascinating journalism course at NYU with writer Lawrence Weschler. He convinced me longform essays could be (and were often) as intricately constructed as poems. I was also slowly learning how to write prose through years of writing reviews of other peoples’ poetry collections, as well as trying to respond sensitively and productively to poets’ manuscripts in my work as an editor. I was also consciously looking to what other people like the Trouts or my friend Kalpna were doing in their working lives for similarities with the private act of composing poems.

When I arrived in Fredericton in 2016, I began working in a bookshop again and started to read a lot of fiction, especially autofiction. Then about 2021, after five or so years of reading and writing a lot of prose, I started to see ways that a few of the poems I was working on could thrive within an ecosystem that included both stories and essays. I saw that I could write something part memoir, part short story collection, part poetry collection, and this unclassifiable nature might keep it, on a macro level, in the realm of the poem (which satisfied my stubbornly non-linear brain). If the bookshop or workshop could house a variety of tools and still impart a particular aesthetic, character, or overall experience, so, perhaps, could my book.

To the last part of your question, as soon as I knowingly took some kind of creative liberty with a personal experience, that experience had entered the realm of fiction, and I would be correct to categorize it thusly. I’d read enough of either genre to understand where the lines for me were. But the structure of the book, winding an autobiographical essay around the stories and other essays, blurs those lines a second time in what I think is a compelling way. I have my editor Emma Skagen to thank for suggesting we walk the title essay through the book.

Back to Chandelier, there were many points in the novel where I sensed a poet enjoying the freedom to keep going, to keep describing, to keep encountering.  A fellow flaneur in full stride.  Were you as energized as I was by having the space for more episodic variety or descriptive sprawl than we might have in our poems?

Yes, I think so. Unless you’re writing an epic, a poem starts and ends in a pretty finite space. Every time you finish one, you’re faced with starting all over again. It’s a bumpy psychological roller coaster through the forty or fifty poems it requires to finish a book of verse. The longer forms have their challenges but at least you don’t have to create a new character every few pages. But the nuances of a book-length story have their own challenges. How can a character successfully develop while staying consistent? What happens, how and why? What should be said indirectly? What should be left out or delayed? The space is energizing, isn’t it? 

Is it too early to ask what’s next for David O’Meara? Will you revisit the proto-essay about secondary characters and dispense some advice for the rest of us genre-curious poets out there?

I’d love to do a book of essays. I’ve got a list of things and many notes. I do aspire, as I characterised your last book, toward “reflection as lifestyle.” But whether those notes can be effectively articulated and collected is the dilemma. It’s always a question of what time is left after paying the bills.

What’s exciting is you have a new book of poems, Existing Music, coming out this spring. It’s been a few years since your last. Has your approach to poetry composition changed, and how? What can we expect with the new poems?

I look forward to these essays! The reality of bills aside, it seems that you’ve proven yourself more than capable of seeing a project through.

Existing Music, yes! It’s very close to being out there: April 15th of this year. Three parts: the first includes a lot of character studies and first-person poems dealing broadly with ideas of why people might make music (or write), might stop making music (or writing), and suggests that what happens between recordings – grave or mundane or exciting or entirely speculation – is also a kind of music. The second section is a kind of extended riff, borrowing heavily from an antiquated dictionary of musical terms and inspired by some of my amateurish mid-life hobbies, and tries to capture the kind of joy and unexpected tones and juxtapositions that happen when you just let go. The third section brings in a kind of band. These are poems situated among others at places like the bookshop, or they’re specific gestures to another person. A lot of the poems in this final section work with parts of translations I’ve been doing over the years from the Spanish poems of José Hierro. Nothing that appears in this section of Existing Music is a direct translation from Hierro, or even an approximation, but I try to work in the way a folk musician might build off a chord progression or a lyric in another song.

I could talk at a nauseating length about the way my approach to composition has changed in the ten years between this volume and my last. Basically, getting my hands dirty in other genres has helped to re-establish for myself the value of writing poems. I probably do a bit more background work outside of the poems to establish the tones and energies I want my poems to have. And yes, I reflect a lot, perhaps pre-maturely in my mid-forties, on how the poems of others haven’t just helped me to stay alive but have shaped the way that I live and the decisions I’ve made, be it in the minutiae of certain formal aspects or in their overall effects. I write my own poems from the things I have learned there.

 

 

 

 

 

David O’Meara is the award-winning author of five collections of poetry, most recently Masses On Radar (Coach House Books). His books have been shortlisted for the Gerald Lampert Award, the ReLit Award, the Trillium Book Award and the K.M. Hunter Award, and have won the Archibald Lampman Award four times. His poetry has been nominated for a National Magazine Award, quoted in a Tragically Hip song and used as libretto for a pastoral cantata for unaccompanied chorus, written by composer Scott Tresham. He is the director of the Plan 99 Reading Series and he was the founding Artistic Director for the VERSeFest Poetry Festival. He lives in Ottawa.

 

 

 

 

Nick Thran’s books include the mixed-genre collection If It Gets Quiet Later On, I Will Make a Display (2023) and three previous collections of poems. Earworm (2011) won the 2012 Trillium Book Award for Poetry. His poems have been anthologized in Best Canadian Poetry and The Next Wave: An Anthology of 21st Century Canadian Poetry. Thran lives on unceded Wolastoqey territory (Fredericton, NB), where he works as an editor and bookseller.

Sunday, September 3, 2023

Jessica Lee McMillan : The White Light of Tomorrow, by Russell Thornton

The White Light of Tomorrow, Russell Thornton
Harbour Publishing, 2023

 

 

 

Russell Thornton's timeless, lyric poetry is even more emotionally resonant and visually intense in his latest collection, The White Light of Tomorrow. Seeking beginnings in endings on a cyclical journey like Roethke’s "The Far Field," from where this collection draws its title, Thornton continues his poetics of transmuting matter and spirit where: "Light and rock meet, and rock flows like water/ through designs it finds and loses again.(13) Part memoir and part metaphysics, Thornton gives us his characteristically burning, haunted signatures of myth and archetype through the elements, but also through unexpected sources such as a metal sink, an answering machine and a corpse. The collection's long poem, “The Sea Wolf in the Stone" moves from the image of a "ragged man" urinating by a forest highway to scattered needles in a cave in the hills, then takes Blakean leaps from a petroglyph. The lines of the carving expand to "pictures forming in the air" and direct him through water and light back again to the trees and stone. In "The Draftsman's Wound" his father's compass set is likened to a coffin of bones and draws "circle upon circle within itself". These poems teach us lines and circles are not Plutonic forms, nor intellectual exercises, but "a diagram of trance swirls"desire lines of a passionate, poetic voice.

The most emotionally impactful poems focus on Thornton's troubled relationship with his father who he calls "my absent king". "A Coat" is a particularly devastating narrative where the coat is an "unintentional gift" imbued with his father's DNA, as well as a costume where he "learned earliest how inheritance meant prison stripes". In "My Fathers Beard" the beard doubles as ironwork, as a biblical analog of father and son, as well as "ore transformed...yet leading back again to every beginning in the dark earth."

Thornton grounds us throughout the collection via historical Vancouver sites, including the Balmoral Hotel, The Fraser Arms, and Woolco. As with Thornton's childhood poems in this collection, the Vancouver poems are often more unsettling than nostalgic. They serve as a counterpoint to the sublime digressions responding to Song of Songs, such as Shulamite’s aura in "Description" or the white light of the garment in "Shawl". Like Thornton's previous work, vitality endlessly shifts through matter and through us. But in this collection, there is an even keener sense of how imperfect our lives are; how we are fallible vessels, limited by addiction, class and inescapable mortality.

The White Light of Tomorrow also hones in on temporal themes of aging, the anthropocene and facing death. "Blackouts" is a like a brush with death but with the paradoxical revelation that light has to move through darkness. Similarly striking is the observation that “light is beauty and why we live our life in arrears". Meditations on death feel more contemporary and relevant to our epoch in this collection. "Peter's Ice Cream" and "Summer Morning" take us to the immediacy of climate crisis and "Power" admits in Thornton's alternate, matter-of-fact voice: "I can't help it; I think this is it."

Thornton's world, however, does not mire in endings because of its cyclical motion. His poetic receptiveness to moments of consummation along the circle is present in this collection's refrain of "gathering distances". The white light closes distances. It is the beginning in the end. In poems like "Voice", the world collapses into a superposition where Thornton observes "rain whispering in my wrist". Then the circle widens in poems like "Shoes" observing "a conflagration widened from its point of origin".

Thornton's singular villanelle in the collection, "A Dance", is particularly suited to his syntax, which is like an alchemic equation of energies reassigned to different variables: A is B is C is.... The domestic scene of a lover in a doorway is a burning apparition. In "Play Structure", the playground exists on multiple planesit "is a molecule of children" where light itself "assigns roles in a numberless cast". Humanity has little autonomy in this metaphysics, which does not succumb to apocalyptic helplessness but rather awe. In The White Light of Tomorrow, autonomy itself is the inferior myth because a thing is more than itself and not itself forever. But despite the "trance swirls", we never get lost because Thornton never abandons the tangible image. And his images relate to each other more like syllogism than complicated metaphor.

In "The Prophecy" Thornton concludes "I see my task must be to wait and fall away/ in the honey of the moment...", suggesting the same poetic attention of the windswept reader. For us, "Story" imparts why we must surrender to the shimmering moments in the counterpoise of light and dark, desire and loss because:

Whatever heaven we dreamt
spends its energy

along with whatever life we ruined,

as high as any riverside

and as low as any riverbed.

 

 

 

 

 

Jessica Lee McMillan is poet, essayist and civil servant with an English MA and Certificate in Creative Writing from The Writer’s Studio (SFU). Her writing has appeared in over 30 publications across Canada and the US, including The Humber Literary Review, Train Poetry Journal, Pinhole Poetry, GAP RIOT Press, Blank Spaces, Rogue Agent Journal and Rose Garden Press (forthcoming). Jessica is completing her first poetry collection. She lives on the unceded traditional territories of Halkomelem-speaking Peoples (New Westminster, BC) with her little family and large dog. More at: jessicaleemcmillan.com.

Monday, May 24, 2021

2020 Governor General's Literary Awards Poetry shortlist interviews: Donna Kane

Orrery, Donna Kane
Harbour Publishing, 2020
The Canada Council for the Arts’ 2020 Governor General's Literary Awards poetry shortlist
 

The 2020 Governor General's Literary Awards winners will be announced on Tuesday, June 1, 2021.

Donna Kane, a recipient of the Aurora Award of Distinction: Arts and Culture and an honorary Associate of Arts degree from Northern Lights College, is the current executive director of the Peace Laird Regional Arts Council and co-founder of Writing on the Ridge (a non-profit society that has, for over twenty years, organized arts festivals, literary readings, artist retreats and writer-in-residence programs). Her work has appeared in journals and magazines across Canada. She is the author of two previous poetry titles, Somewhere, a Fire and Erratic (Hagios Press, 2004 and 2007), and the memoir Summer of the Horse (Harbour Publishing, 2018). She divides her time between Rolla, BC and Halifax, NS.

The book description for Orrery offers that “Orrery is a collection that orbits around the theme of Pioneer 10, an American space probe launched in 1972 to study Jupiter’s moons.” What prompted you to write a book around Pioneer 10?

Before Facebook, msn.ca was my go-to place for procrastination. I’d sit at the computer and watch the frames of curated news items roll by, usually on the lookout for some empty distraction like “This Week’s Best and Worst Dressed List.” One evening in 2003, an article on Pioneer 10 came up – “Pioneer 10 Calls Home Last Time.” The source of the CBC article was NASA’s Ames Research Center in Moffett Field, California. The media release read, “After more than 30 years, it appears the venerable Pioneer 10 spacecraft has sent its last signal to Earth. Pioneer’s last, very weak signal was received on Jan. 22, 2003. NASA has no additional contact attempts planned for Pioneer 10.” The idea of shutting off communication to Pioneer 10, of this human made object drifting from earth until the earth no longer existed (scientists predict that given Pioneer 10’s trajectory, it could still be travelling long after our sun has consumed the earth), haunted me. This initial fascination grew into a kind of obsession, an impulse to keep track of P10, to keep it in my imagination. I gathered as many facts as I could find, its speed, its trajectory, its weight, the number of instruments it carried. And I started to write poems inspired by the probe, ideas around transformation, materiality, consciousness.

I’m curious about the ways in which you approach a poem, akin to the notion of Dorothy Livesay’s “documentary” poem: composing lyrics that explore and document details of lived experience. What brought you to this approach?

It’s true that my poetry is lyric, and that I almost always use the material world as my launching point. Most of my concerns revolve around the material world and our relationships with each other and with other-than-human animals and life. While I admire all forms of poetry, for me, language is a way to explore these concerns. I don’t think I came to this approach in a calculated way; it is more that this was the approach that, for me, felt the most meaningful. Writing poetry (and reading it) forces me to slow down and to think things through and in so doing, often changes the way I think and perceive the world. I love the jolt of an insight which can be reassuring, surprising, or any number of other emotional responses. I love the mysteries in life, and poetry often helps me feel a bit closer to them.

In an interview posted at Geosi Reads around your prior collection, you respond that “metaphor is the engine, the workhorse of poetry.” Does this still hold true for the poems in this current collection?

I hope so. In Jan Zwicky’s recent book, The Experience of Meaning, she writes about gestalt comprehension, the phenomena of how our senses apprehend the world, and in her previous work, such as Wisdom and Metaphor, she explores how metaphor gives rise to meaning, so that, in some ways, wisdom is metaphor. This kind of thinking rings true for me and feels important to my own work. When a metaphor works (mine or someone else’s), it resonates with what feels like a truth. While I can’t say if all of my poems in Orrery achieve this, it is what I aspire to.

What was the process of organizing the final manuscript for Orrery? Many of your poems feel akin to lyric bursts, which would require a particular order and shape to the final collection. Did this emerge organically, or was there a shape you were aiming toward?

The poems in Orrery are not so much about Pioneer 10 as inspired by philosophical ideas arising from the probe. In ordering the final manuscript, poems that directly reference P10 or space travel were put into the first section of the book as more of a logical choice; the second section accesses more of the human “I” while the third section employs more other-than-human life as the subject. But there was also an organic ordering in each section and as a whole I hoped to build an overall shape of wonder and empathy for the world around us.

I’m wondering your take on nostalgia. How does one write without romanticising the past?

I am not a fan of nostalgia, and I am not a Romantic. When I do address the subject of nostalgia or write in what one might call high lyricism, that is, expressing emotion or reverence for the material world, I find that humour, restraint, and demotic speech help to quell sentimentality.

Have you been writing much in the way of poetry since Orrery was completed? What have you been working on since?

I am currently working on another poetry manuscript that explores the ways Western society continues to distinguish between humans and other animals in ways that suggest we are not the same organism. I’ve been doing a lot of research into the work of philosophers, biologists, naturalists, and writers engaged in animal studies. I’m also exploring the double-edged sword of anthropomorphism, how anthropomorphizing other animals can negatively affect our thoughts about and therefore our relationships with them as well as risks evaluating another animal’s intelligence based solely on our own capacities. But then, on its other edge, denouncing anthropomorphism can deny other animals similar capacities such as emotions, languages, and dreaming, resulting in their exploitation and the loss of their habitat. In my work, I’m considering the sentience, cognition and emotion that exists in all animals and I’m addressing in a more general way the underlying structures of thought that contribute to intolerance and lack of empathy as it affects not only other animals, but also differences in race, class, and gender identity within our own species.

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