Showing posts with label Sacha Archer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sacha Archer. Show all posts

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, February 20, 2025

Sacha Archer : Caressing the Ambiguity: The Poem in Hand

How does a poem begin?

 

 

 

         A poem begins by having already discarded the notion that it must take a certain form. A poem begins in an openness to materials and a refusal to cut off avenues of approach that might best succeed in transmitting the communiqué.
         - Jonald Ronsan

 

 

         What makes a good poem and how does a poem begin? I suppose it’s akin to cutting your foot on glass. First the surprise and wonder that something is happening, the vague notion that an event is occurring and that you are afflicted, perhaps, and somehow at the center of the experience though a thousand miles away. And then the ever increasing horror that it insists on persisting through the dumb moment into the solidifying next. In this way the poem has likely never changed a great deal, or the experience of it, the sneaking up through layers of reality until the wound gives and you’re all in. Both meeting it on or off the page as composed by another and as it spills from you, which is to say either. Which is to say there is a strong element of tradition in, really, any poem, regardless of formal breaks and border blur.

         Despite the academic quantification and qualification of poetry through graded analysis and the attempt to muster science through the shining flit of sudden knowing by no means identifiable exactly, the poem is good because we know it is and everything else is auxiliary, a boon to the blessing already. Does it ring? Are you open? Surely a poem takes you by surprise, how else could you fall in love with it? On the first reading or the tenth. Reading or writing it.

         But to get down to brass tax, the cost of price in the theory and guess, if the poem has often presented itself lately as seeming less concerned than once with looking like a poem or even reading like one we might thank an experience of being that is neck deep in the sucking bog of predatorial multi-media vampirism, or what we might refer to as entertainments. Not only have we become accustomed to the still-strange entrapment and constriction of zany and inane cash grabs at the mind and body pacifying the spirit that moves both (but they’re the same,) but we lose the thread of the sentence in the daily commute, however that translates. A homogenized dyslexia of the car-confined raging individual. Perhaps. Both fast and slow. Being torn apart. Aghast, banally. Powerless and driven, if only by yourself.

         And, when it has no home and is an embarrassing admission, what is poetry today besides an absurd hobby you die for? Don’t you bring it to light any way that you can? Though the light shines on a dusty vacant corner. Vacant but for a piece of glass that half-remembers a foot. And then feet. The cadence of the cut that bleeds the bog. To breathe clearly, if only for a moment, through the clotted air with no gains but that.

         There is nothing at stake but oneself. For what that’s worth. And this is how we say it,

 

 

 

 

 

Sacha Archer is a concrete poet residing in Burlington, Ontario. His most recent book is Havana Syndrome published by The Blasted Tree. Some of Archer’s other publications include Sweet Sixteen (Zimzalla), cellsea (Timglaset), Empty Building (Penteract Press), Mother’s Milk (Timglaset), which was included on CBC’s best poetry books of 2020 list, Perverse Density (above/ground press) and In Remembrance of Lost Children (Paper View Books). Find him on Facebook and Instagram @sachaarcher.

Thursday, November 2, 2023

Sacha Archer : Studies for the Screen

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


 








Sacha Archer is a writer and concrete poet residing in Burlington, Ontario. His most recent publication is cellsea, published by Timglaset. Some of Archer’s other publications include Empty Building (Penteract Press), Mother’s Milk (Timglaset), which was included on CBC’s best poetry books of 2020 list, KIM (knife|fork|book), Hydes (nOIR:Z), as well as a collaborative sound poetry album with nina jane drystek, Years Between Rooms. His book Havana Syndrome is forthcoming from The Blasted Tree. Find him on Facebook and Instagram @sachaarcher.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Friday, May 5, 2023

Sacha Archer : These words are for Catherine Vidler

 

 

 

 

These words are for Catherine Vidler. And so they fall short. I should not be the one who writes them, but then none of us are equipped. Sparse correspondence, but then we never collaborated. Not exactly. We spoke of drinking and exhaustion and the hole where energy once was. And we spoke of our work. Our communications were never lengthy, more of a checking in. I have the sense that while she enjoyed the back and forth, she was always ready to retreat, as if to give anything more than she did would be a burden to the recipient. Or maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe she just wanted to get back to work! Catherine wrote to me of her depression and her anxiety. One thing we shared beyond poetry was Valium. But that was after her diagnosis of malignant melanoma. She began to have nightmares. But she still was at her work. She thrived in her work. Her endless variations and cautious iterations. But then they also burst. And then they overflowed! A revealing quote from Catherine’s diary appears on the Cordite Books website in the introduction to her book, Wings, “a single brick in the wall of my college room contained more than enough poems to last me a lifetime … it contained infinite potential poems!”  This is an incredibly visceral image for me. The intensity of the stare endlessly unfolding the world from something as innocuous as a brick. The noise of possibility, an ever-building feedback.

I know so little about her life and I believe few of us in this nebulous and disconnected community of writers and visual / poets do. This distance of knowledge in our luxury of clickable contact, despite the opulent new world of constant connection and in/visibility, is, unfortunately the norm. Or is it necessary? We talk with our work. The conversation. The pros and cons of visual poetries, at least. Which highlights the dire importance of reaching out, of giving a shit, of making the effort. Despite our distances, Catherine and I managed to connect, to offer encouragement and support (in both directions). We dealt in ideas, mainly. No, that is absolutely incorrect. Our conversations revolved equally around the difficulties of navigating fatigue and hopelessness, which is to say, the motive to create that’s only fuel is the urge itself. The urge has its limits. Though, certainly, with Catherine, you wouldn’t know it. Her work teemed from her. I do know that, as a job, she summarized court judgements and that she worked from home. A poet’s source of income is always fascinating. Sentences and the lack thereof. To make brief and concise. To pare down. Her job or her work? But then also to build from. We discussed sound and found our ideas for projects on the cusp aligning uncannily. The results of that conversation are,

Catherine’s Sound Sonnets: https://tkbks.bandcamp.com/album/sound-sonnets
and my own An Alphbet: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8USnB_QHGdM&ab_channel=SachaArcher

As reserved as Catherine was in her communications the same cannot be said of her visual poetry—and she influenced. Myself, without a doubt. And how many others? Kyle Flemmer acknowledges her direct influence on his exploration of the visual sonnet. Catherine’s proclivity toward the lost. Her multiple series of Lost Sonnets, and later, her Lost Matchstick Sonnets. We can only speculate on why she chose to title them as such. When work is presented as lost, The Lost Manuscript/Letters/Poems… it usually means, and now found and presented to you. The question now will never be answered. Are they lost to begin with, which, for most of our works is absolutely true? Are they lost because they do not know what they are or where they land, what they are? Are they titled lost because, in a sense, she carved them from the granite of language and its basic constituents of the line and the curve, because she uncovered them? It is an essential question that remains open.


published by Timglaset

Catherine was prolific, to say the least. Working in verse, constrained prose and visual poetics, as well editing the online literary magazine, Snorkel (http://www.snorkel.org.au/) which ran 24 issues from 2006—2017, she was constantly working and publishing. I first encountered her work in a pamphlet published by Penteract Press. Her Table Poems, which excited me immensely with their inventiveness and singular vision.

 


From Table Poems

As her work continued to challenge and surprise me, I solicited work from Catherine for a chapbook through Simulacrum Press, which was the beginning of our friendship. She sent me a slew of gorgeous  work to choose from and I was honoured to be able to publish a few of her Repetitive Poems.


from Repetitive Poems   

Unfortunately, our correspondence lapsed for nearly two years during the pandemic and it was only very recently that I reached out and we began to write again. Not long after Catherine gave news of a seemingly successful surgery, I received an email from a friend of hers informing me that she has passed away from a stroke. It was April 29th. It was morning. She was 50.

Tom Jenks, with whom Catherine collaborated for the book pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs has been compiling links to her works: https://twitter.com/zimZalla/status/1652958235060568064

Works by Catherine Vidler

Chaingrass – https://zimzalla.co.uk/039-2/

Chaingrass (complete?): https://chaingrasspatterns.weebly.com/

Chaingrass Errata Slips: https://drive.google.com/file/d/19DpPghv2KZkJ918AuoSJblitNTvxsqlc/view

Wings: http://cordite.org.au/introductions/wings-introduction/

2_154_77_79_38_: https://www.amazon.co.uk/2_154_77_79_38_-Catherine-Vidler/dp/0244464863/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1PLGWWAT6WT19&keywords=Catherine+Vidler+-+2_154_77_79_38&qid=1673625345&s=books&sprefix=catherine+vidler+-+2_154_77_79_38+%2Cstripbooks%2C57&sr=1-1

Stamp Sonnets: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Se6Uslk0XCytHUVg1IOlwUgEfoH-o1C3/view

Born to Creep: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1isCgfY81Pbf0Liz9YG7i_FjXiNyLVpBT/view

Lost Sonnets: https://timglasetcom.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/catherine-vidler-los-sonnets/

78 Composite Lost Sonnets: https://www.blurb.co.uk/b/8957676-78-composite-lost-sonnets

Lost Sonnets – Third Iteration: https://www.amazon.co.uk/lost-sonnets-iteration-Catherine-Vidler/dp/3905846535

Furious Triangle: https://puncherandwattmann.com/product/furious-triangle/

pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs: https://penteractpress.com/store/pack-my-box-with-five-dozen-liquor-jugs-tom-jenks-amp-catherine-vidler?rq=vidler

Keyboards: http://www.theblastedtree.com/keyboards

Oleander 7: http://www.theblastedtree.com/oleander-7

Repetitive Poems: https://simulacrumpress.ca/2019/05/08/simulacrum-press-24-repetitive-poems-by-catherine-vidler/

Matchstick Poems: https://paperviewbooks.pt/books/matchstick-poems/




Sacha Archer is a Canadian writer and concrete poet. His most recent publication is cellsea, published by Timglaset. Some of Archer’s other publications include Empty Building (Penteract Press), Mother’s Milk (Timglaset), which was included on CBC’s best poetry books of 2020 list, KIM (knife|fork|book), Hydes (nOIR:Z), as well as a collaborative sound poetry album with nina jane drystek, Years Between Rooms. His book Havana Syndrome is forthcoming from The Blasted Tree. Find him on Facebook and Instagram @sachaarcher.

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