Review Short: Rhyll McMaster’s Late Night Shopping

Late Night Shopping

Late Night Shopping by Rhyll McMaster
Brandl & Schlesinger, 2012

The lyric that opens Rhyll McMaster’s Late Night Shopping begins with the recently deceased and ends in a majestic, albeit materialist, transcendence: ‘When molecules cease their high humming/ dark space appears/ It radiates in waves and disperses in continuous air.’ (‘Shell’)

This sets the tone for a book concerned with the grand themes of life and death, time and age, philosophy and science. The poet Frank O’Hara longed to be a painter; many poets long to be philosophers. The poem ‘Philosophy in a Ghosting Universe’ is, among other things, concerned with the poet’s failure as a philosopher: Continue reading

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Coming in 2014 is Cordite 4X.1: MELBOURNE

Cordite 4X.1: MELBOURNE

Cordite Poetry Review is proud to announce a new partnership and support from the City of Melbourne. This means that our plans for a special issue, MELBOURNE, in response to Astrid Lorange’s beguiling SYDNEY, will proceed.

MELBOURNE will be guest-edited by Michael Farrell.

There will be an open submissions component to the special issue, though when we will begin accepting poems (one per person) is not yet finalised. But I must say now, unequivocally, that you NEED NOT be living in Melbourne to be eligible to submit. In fact, perhaps you’ve never once been there? More news on this special issue soon …

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Chris Mooney-Singh Reviews S.K. Kelen

Dogs, Homer Simpson and Relevance in S.K. Kelen’s Poetry

Island Earth: New and Selected Poems

Island Earth: New and Selected Poems by S.K. Kelen
Brandl & Schlesinger, 2011

A Doggy Life

On the way back from the Frankston Motor Registry, my Singapore-born nephew, now the proud possessor of his P-plates, drove confidently and in a celebratory mood. I was happy that learner had turned ‘chauffeur’ so that I could revert to one of the idle contentment of life – reading aloud from a new collection of poems without pressing interruptions. I decided to try out The Poem Relevancy Test with a couple of random pieces. In his early twenties and now at university, this post-modern Everyman communicates mostly through text message and is one of the vast majority of non-poetry readers. Thus, Island Earth: New and Selected Poems became the tome for some stick-the-finger-in-the-page bibliomancy while we motored through death-camp quiet suburbia.

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Review Short: Judy Johnson’s Stone Scar Air Water

Stone Scar Air Water

Stone Scar Air Water by Judy Johnson
Walleah Press, 2013

Driven by elemental themes and images, Stone Scar Air Water derives its title from this collection’s penultimate poem as well as from the four sections that, albeit in different order, comprise the book. For Judy Johnson, ‘scar’, or scarring, its lines drawn by history and inheritance, joins the ranks of stone, air and water.

The poet’s long-held interest in history is everywhere in evidence. As Martin Langford notes in his cover blurb, this entails, in part, a shift to poems that invoke the poet’s personal history – or at least, proffer an outwardly autobiographical, first person voice – alongside other, sometimes narrative, poems that draw on the historical archive. As with Johnson’s previous collection, Navigation, the wider world is often brought to bear on individual lives.

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Collaborative Kelly Stalks Arcane New Ground

Collaborative Kelly Stalks Arcane New Ground

And to the bottom I will follow

Conversations with Ghosts (CD) by Paul Kelly
Australian Broadcasting Corporation, 2013


While a long-time voracious song-writer and performer in his own right, Australian musician Paul Kelly has also been a collaborative nomad, drawn to criss-cross with others during his career. And Kelly’s collaboration most likely to grip poets is also his most recent – Conversations with Ghosts – an ambitious song-cycle of twelve haunting poetic texts.

First performed in 2012 and reprised live this September with concerts in three states, Conversations with Ghosts began in 2010 when the South Melbourne-based Australian National Academy of Music (ANAM) proposed to Kelly that he collaborate with the school on a modern classical song cycle. In the CD liner notes, his co-composer and conductor James Ledger (then resident at ANAM) recalls two of the works – the musical re-imagining of W.B. Yeats’ poem, ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ and Kelly’s own lyric, ‘The Chimes at Midnight’ – came as a quick birth, in a couple of hours, Ledger at the piano, Kelly singing alongside.

Live, the Melbourne Recital Centre performance I saw in October last year felt like a grand strike for poetry, with the centrepiece, Kenneth Slessor’s mighty ‘Five Bells’, sombrely and conversationally rolled out by Kelly, whose poetic memory through a long night of mostly spoken, part-sung word was notable.

So dark you bore no body, had no face, 
But a sheer voice that rattled out of air ...

That such a wild and sustained poem – Slessor’s mourning of his mate’s drowning – should be re-imagined within a modern classical and slightly rock setting is something to celebrate.

And ‘Five Bells’, given this kiss of life, still seems so quintessentially Australian, and, of its time (1930s), bohemian:

In Sydney, by the spent aquarium-flare
Of penny gaslight on pink wallpaper,
We argued about blowing up the world,
But you were living backward ...

The sounds of ANAM’s young post-graduate ensemble vaunted high and crisp into the ribs of the Elizabeth Murdoch Hall in the Melbourne Recital Centre, in complex classical arrangements for the likes of Emily Dickinson’s ‘One Need Not Be a Chamber To Be Haunted’, Scottish poet Norman MacCaig’s ‘Basking Shark’, and more from Australia’s canon with Les Murray’s ‘Once in a Lifetime, Snow’ and Judith Wright’s ‘Woman to Man’.

The other-worldly, apocalyptic and cryptic Yeats is given a second jolt to the heart with a sophisticated orchestration for his ‘Sailing to Byzantium’, whose opening sally, ‘That is no country for old men’ is familiar to many, not least as inspiration for the title of the Oscar-winning film of 2007, directed by the Coen brothers. The ongoing melancholic – and salutary – ringing of bells in Conversations with Ghosts continues with ‘Ring Out, Wild Bells’ (from ‘In Memoriam A.H.H.’) by Tennyson:

The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Viola and harp work were highlights live, and violins, keyboards, double bass, clarinet, saxophones, French and other horns, percussion and frequent lead lines from the variegated recorders of soloist Genevieve Lacey unfolded compositions, by turns, experimental and occasionally (although not uncomfortably) traditional, with the Celtic tang often expected from Kelly. Ledger’s work with the baton brought the disparate elements together with authority.

The performances of ANAM’s players, among the best post-graduate musicians in the country, and Kelly’s casual, yet spine-tingling narrations – his brassy voice often soaring above the ensemble like a cornet – are sharply arranged and recorded on disc. Lacey’s recorder takes a rather clichéd ‘ghostly’ approach in the overture ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’, but this could have been a rare failing in arrangement. Kelly’s ‘captain’s pick’ of most of the poetry, his occasional acoustic guitar and his own four lyrical contributions set an unpretentious tone, while Ledger’s complexities of orchestration, including dissonant passages, were strongly played by the young virtuosos.

The closest thing, for Kelly fans, to this collaboration would be the filmic light opera One Night the Moon (2001, directed by Rachel Perkins) where the more than worthy soundtrack was co-written by Kelly, Kev Carmody and Mairead Hannan; while his crackling, part-improvised (with Professor Ratbaggy) soundtrack to Lantana (Ray Lawrence – also 2001) is another genre-stretching and unsettling long-player. Conversations with Ghosts stands well alongside these two as yet another powerful Paul Kelly collaboration.



Disclaimer: Jen Jewel Brown is is an ex-sister-in-law of Paul Kelly.

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More on Gaming Transmedia from Christy Dena

Christy Dena discusses ‘Emotion and the Self in Games‘ on ABC Radio National


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Emotional Gaming (7:47) | by Jason Di Rosso, Cassie McCullagh and Christy Dena

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Review Short: Kit Kelen’s China Years: New and Selected Poems

China Years: New and Selected Poems

China Years: New and Selected Poems by Kit Kelen
ASM Macau, 2010

Australian poet Christopher Kit Kelen’s most recent collection, China Years: selected and new poems, contains English and Chinese pieces, presented side by side in translation, along with original artwork. Kelen’s strong interest in translation is immediate on the front cover and throughout the collection, highlighting a focus on creating points of access. When paired with Kelen’s original ink and watercolour drawings, interspersed as breaks throughout the text, a reading approach that is both fluid and inclusive is encouraged.

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Review Short: Ron Pretty’s What the afternoon knows

What the afternoon knows

What the afternoon knows by Ron Pretty
Pitt Street Poetry, 2013

For Ron Pretty, the everyday is marvelously complicated. He’s in a hotel bar in Wales, the Welsh Dining Club is ‘eating out in a language rich and strange’, a birthday party is ‘agog with singing’, two young men are flirting with a blonde waitress ‘who shocks me with her flush / of free flowing hair’. Then, suddenly, he’s back in Junta-ruled Greece 40–odd years ago, involved with a young woman who, ‘behind closed windows’ is ‘singing for love, singing for freedom’ in a town with ‘rifles guarding the bakery’. Then back to Wales, and the two young men exit the bar holding hands with each other, not the waitress, who ‘takes my empty / memories and smiles as I too climb the stairs’.

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Review Short: Danijela Kambaskovic’s Internal monologues: (a romance)

Internal monologues: (a romance)

Internal monologues: (a romance) by Danijela Kambaskovic
Fremantle Press, 2013

Internal monologues: (a romance) is Danijela Kambaskovic’s first poetry collection in English. Her two previous collections, Atlantis and Journey, were written in Serbian. Each monologue is voiced with relative simplicity, but don’t underestimate Kambaskovic. She uses English most vibrantly, which sets her apart from the native speaker. Her choice of words and ‘word play’ seems entirely alive and vibrant, as if she was approaching English in new and exciting ways.

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2 Poems by Suzanne Dracius

Suzanne Dracius

Suzanne Dracius is a prize-winning writer from Martinique whom the French Cultural Minister has called ‘one of the great figures of Antillean letters.’ She writes in French and peppers her work with Creole, drawing on themes of ‘métissage’ (refers to the blending of two distinct elements, in either a biological or cultural sense) and ‘marronnage’ (refers to the flight of slaves from their masters). Continue reading

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One Dozen Ghio: Translations of Ennio Moltedo

Ennio MoltedoImage from Consejo Nacional del Libro y la Lectura

Ennio Moltedo Ghio (1931–2012) lived all his life in the cities of Valparaiso and Viña del Mar, Chile. His friend, Allan Brown, says that poets like Moltedo may well be known as a porteñistas; people who have as their main literary ‘conversation’ focused on the cultural beauty of Valparaiso. This city was the main port in the Americas prior to the construction of the Panama Canal. The first boats coming to Australia from England stopped here.

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Twilight to Dawn: Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire is, of course, a key figure in European literature, with a far-reaching influence – an example, in his life and in his poetry, of what it means to be modern. Les Fleurs du mal, his major work, was influenced by the French romantic poets of the early nineteenth century; it is formally close to the contemporary Parnassians, but is psychologically and sexually complex.

‘Dawn’ and ‘Twilight’ are from the ‘Tableaux Parisiens’ section of Les Fleurs du mal; this particular group of poems established Baudelaire as the poet of modernism, of the flux of urban life with its milling crowds and solitary individuals. Continue reading

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8 Poems by Gastón Baquero

Gastón BaqueroGastón Baquero by Eduardo Margareto

Born in Banes, Cuba, in 1916, Gastón Baqero grew up in the countryside, a rural beginning that figures as one element in his, in many ways very urbane, poetry. He was part of the Orígenes group, a gathering of rather diverse poets including Lezama Lima, Eliseo Diego, Cintio Vitier and Fina Garcia Marruz, who collaborated on the highly influential journal of that name between 1946 and 1956. The Orígines group was at the centre of a major renovation of Cuban poetry, moving it away from 19th Century models towards a range of new aesthetics, notably the neo-barroque movement associated especially with José Lezama Lima.

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Klick: Im Gespräch mit Ann Cotten


Image from Robert Bosch Stiftung

Lesen Sie dieses Interview auf Englisch.

Also gut, nun dies: Vor einigen Jahren war ein Teil meines Hirns voll mit kargem, sprunghaftem MAX/MSP, dronenartigem Zeug. Es ist immer noch so. Auf der ständigen Suche (immerfort mehr! Alles, immer!) nach AGF-Kompositionen (ein Pseudonym der Künstlerin Antje-Greie Fuchs … Recherche lohnt sich). Ich fand live Sets, die sie online gestellt hatte. In einer davon kam eine deutsche Dichterin vor, die auf der Bühne ihre Stimme über den AGFs Malstrom aus Mikro Klicks, Brüchen und Rauschen hinweg lesend, rezitierend, beschwörend live klingen ließ.

Und so stellte es sich heraus, dass diese Dichterin Ann Cotten war. Und ich machte mich daran – von der anderen Seite der Erde aus, in den Äther versinkend, – alles von ihr, was ich in die Hände bekommen konnte, ausfindig zu machen. Eine Aufnahme geistert herum, auf der sie ‘33 Extension, Ekstase’ vorträgt – veröffentlicht in Hilda Magazine mitübersetzt von Cotton und Rosemarie Waldrop. Es beginnt mit:

Klick. Wo begann zu drehen es
sich zeigte an den Ufern so
den Fluss an. Anorganisch lumenesk,
bloß an der Oberfläche Wüten, wo

wütete und unerreichbar schrill
sich drehte und das Licht, zerstieb,
zerdröselte, und darum, wo ich lachen will,
zu laben Ufern anfing, hell und lieb.

Klick, stopp – noch nach all diesen Jahren lässt es meine Augen hell aufleuchten (wie könnte ich das bloß zum Ausdruck bringen?) Klick, start. Klick, nächster Track. Klick, nächste Seite. Klick, nächstes Ziel. Klick, das Wurmloch YouTube. Klick klick klick peng. Ist es möglich von einem Wort verschlungen zu werden, von seinem Klang, vom Klang den jemand anderes hervorbringt? Fixiert zu sein. Auf repeat. Am Wort festzuhängen. Die Platte wenden. Klick, play. (Klick runterscrollen.)

Schauen Sie sich weiter unten Cottens Biographie an, um den Hintergrund und Kontext zu verstehen. Es gibt genug andere Interviews, die Sie anderswo und anderswann ansehen können, die eine Linie auszumachen versuchen, die von dem Umstand, dass sie in Ames, Iowa, geboren ist (nur ein paar Kilometer im Übrigen von Kent MacCarters Geburtsort in Lakeville, Minnesota, sowie den Bauernhöfen von meinen ausgewanderten vorkalifornischen Ahnen), und die als Linie weiterführt zu ihrem Heranwachsen und Studium in Wien bis hin zu ihrem gegenwärtigen Wohnort Berlin. Recherchieren Sie noch ein bisschen weiter, und Sie werden auf absurde Artikel stoßen, die von absurden Typen verfasst worden sind. (Lesen Sie zwischen den Zeilen ihrer Antworten, zwischen dem Schimmer der Pixel, die von Ihrem Bildschirm strahlen.) Hören Sie sich ihre Aufnahmen an, atmen Sie die Gedichte ein – viele sind ins Englische übertragen worden und sind online verfügbar. Wenn Sie Deutsch lesen können, lesen Sie alles, was Ann Cotten über Konkrete Poesie geschrieben hat. Raufen Sie alles zusammen, was Sie finden können.

Ann Cotten ist der real deal. Hier ist das Gespräch, das ich mit ihr gehabt habe.

N.B.: Wir haben das Gespräch auf Deutsch geführt, bis eine Frage in der Übersetzung verloren ging. Die zweite Hälfte des Gesprächs führten wir daher auf Englisch.

Klick.

Jeremy Balius: Als ich 2003 noch auf dem Prenzlauer Berg wohnte, war ich von der Offenheit fasziniert, die dort zwischen den Dichtern, Künstlern, Autoren, DJs und Musikern herrschte. Bevor ich in Berlin war, kannte ich diese Art von breitgefächerter Zusammenarbeit nicht … es fühlte sich dort so an, als ob Zusammenarbeit geradezu das Ziel sei. Ist diese Zusammenarbeit auf allen Gebieten auf irgendeiner Weise wichtig für Sie oder Ihre Poesie?

Ann Cotten: Nein. Ich kann Zusammenarbeit nicht ausstehen. Aber ich interessiere mich für andere Menschen. Ich will nur nicht künstlerisch mit ihnen zusammenarbeiten.

Und doch profitiere ich von dieser Atmosphäre. Es ist einfacher Fremde anzusprechen. Es gibt sehr viele Möglichkeiten, schöne und schräge junge Menschen kommen zusammen. Hier gibt es Erfolg und das Gegenteil von Erfolg.

Auf der anderen Seite, gibt es Städte mit einer ähnlichen Atmosphäre. Ich habe dies in Neapel erlebt. Die Neapolitaner sprechen miteinander wie vertraute Kollegen. Es war viel besser als in Berlin. Hier in Berlin behalten die erfolgreichen Leute ihre Karriere im Auge und die Erfolglosen jammern bloß.

Vielleicht bedeutet die Offenheit in Berlin, dass man sich gegen Zusammenarbeit wehren oder schützen muss, anstatt dankbar dafür zu sein. Man kann sich in einer falschen Zuvorkommenheit und einer dämlichen Zelebration der Kreativität verlieren, die das Zusammenarbeiten gelegentlich in Idiotie verwandelt.

JB: Was Karriere und Jammern angeht, das trifft wahrscheinlich überall auf der Welt zu! Für mich kommt es darauf an – oder auch nicht, – mit anderen Leuten Musik zu machen. Zusammenarbeit war für mich dort erfolgreich, wo es sich um Dinge von konkreter oder visueller Art handelte. Aber das ist ja nicht wirklich miteinander arbeiten, sondern eher aneinander.

Sich zu wehren, ist ein wichtiges Thema für mich, und ich stelle es in meiner eigenen Arbeit in Frage, beispielsweise im Hinblick auf den Raum sozialer Verantwortung oder spiritueller Erwartungen oder in Auseinandersetzungen mit den Wahrheiten und Unwahrheiten, die man beigebracht bekommen hat. Davon abgesehen, dass man sich gegen die ‘Szene’ zur Wehr setzen oder schützen muss, gibt es in Ihrem Leben Dinge, gegen die Sie sich schützen müssen, um das zur Sprache zu bringen, was letztendlich zu Ihren Gedichten wird? Gibt es Grenzen und Schranken in Ihrem Schreiben, die Sie überwinden müssen?

AC: Ich erfreue mich daran, leidenschaftlich gegen alle Arten von Verantwortung zu sein, obgleich ich mir nicht sicher bin, ob es gefährlicher ist Verantwortung zu meiden oder sich zu entscheiden, sie zu respektieren, d.h. die verantwortungsvolle Wendung zu machen, die den Geist so vieler Motoradfahrer Jahr für Jahr vernichtet. Auf die Dichtung angewendet betrifft dies meine wohlmeinenden Versuche verständlicher zu sein, d.h. in vielen Fällen konventioneller oder einfacher zu sein, die dazu führen könnten, dass ich mich auf ausgelaufenen Pfaden begäbe, die ich aber nicht nehmen will.

Ich will gut denken, aber ist Denken, gut oder klar zu denken, das realistischste Denken, oder ist es realistisches Denken mit einer kleinen utopischen Wendung? Feminismus und andere Wissenschaften des Unwirklichen zeigen es deutlich. Wenn ich mich „realistisch“ anschaue, so wie andere mich anschauen, dann wird ihr Blick niemals zu widerlegen sein. Eine gewisse Ignoranz gegenüber der schlimmsten Meinungen über Frauen befreit Männer völlig von ihnen (bis ich natürlich einen in einer dunklen Gasse begegne – aber ich kann ihm vielleicht im Dunkel fürs Dunkle begegnen …).

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Click: A Conversation with Ann Cotten


Image from Robert Bosch Stiftung

Read this interview in German

Okay, so now this: some years ago, a portion of my headspace was filled with sparse, glitchy MAX/MSP, droney type stuff. It still is. Was digging for more (Always more! Everything, all of the time!) AGF compositions (a moniker of the artist Antje-Greie Fuchs, worth looking up), found live sets she had posted online, one of which featured a German poet reading, reciting and conjuring live on stage over AGF’s maelstrom of micro clicks and cuts and swooshes.

And so it went that this poet was Ann Cotten. And so it goes with me – halfway across the world in Fremantle, spelunking into the ether – sourcing whatever of hers I can find. There’s a recording floating around somewhere of her reading ‘33 Extension, Ecstacy’ (‘33 Extension, Ekstase’) published at Hilda Magazine, co-translated by Cotton and Rosemarie Waldrop, which begins with:

Click. It where began to turn
show up on banks and thus
the river. Anorganic, luminescent,
anger merely on the surface where

raged and unattainably shrill
turned, and light sprayed,
spattered, therefore while I must laugh,
to lick the banks began, light, gentle.

Klick. Wo begann zu drehen es sich zeigte an den Ufern so den Fluss an. Anorganisch lumenesk, bloß an der Oberfläche Wüten, wo wütete und unerreichbar schrill sich drehte und das Licht, zerstieb, zerdröselte, und darum, wo ich lachen will, zu laben Ufern anfing, hell und lieb.

Click full stop – after these years it still makes me go brightly-eyed. (How can I convey this to you?) Click start. Click next track. Click next page. Click next destination. Click YouTube wormhole. Click click click bang. Is it possible to be consumed by a word, by its sound, by the sound of someone else’s utterance? Fixated. On repeat. Hang on the word. Flip the record over. Click play. (Click scroll down.)

Check Cotten’s bio below for background and context. There are plenty of interviews you can check out elsewhere and elsetime – pinpointing lineage between the fact that she’s an Ames, Iowa born (mere kilometres away from Kent MacCarter’s birthplace of Lakeville, Minnesota, as well as the farms of my own forebears pre-California migration, no less), Vienna, Austria raised and educated poet, currently based in Berlin. Search and you’ll also find absurd articles written about her by absurdists. (Read between the lines of her answers, within the pixels of the glow emanating from your screen.) Listen to her recordings, inhale the poems – many have been translated to English online. If you read German, read everything she’s written about concrete poetry. Gather what you may.

Ann Cotten is the real deal. This is the conversation I had with her.

Aside: The conversation was conducted in German until a question was lost in translation. The second half of the conversation thereafter was in English.

Click.

Jeremy Balius: When I was still living in Prenzlauer Berg in 2003, I was amazed by the general openness between poets, artists, authors, DJs and musicians there. I hadn’t seen such widespread collaboration before Berlin … where it almost felt like collaboration was the goal. With collaboration everywhere, does it have a level of importance for you and your poetry?

Ann Cotten: No, I can’t stand collaboration. But I am interested in other people. I just won’t work with them in an artistic manner.

And yet, I do benefit from this atmosphere – it’s easier to speak to strangers. There are a lot of possibilities, beautiful and weird young people gather together. It’s successful as well as the opposite of success.

On the other hand, there are other cities with kindred atmosphere. I found that in Naples, the Neapolitans speak with each other like trusted colleagues. It was much better there than in Berlin. Here in Berlin, the successful people keep their careers front of mind and those without success just complain.

Perhaps the openness in Berlin means that one must defend one’s self against collaboration, rather than be thankful for it. One can lose one’s self into false courtesy and moronic celebration of creativity, which makes collaborators idiotic at times.

Do you like working with others? Does it work well for you to be friendly all of the time or do you sometimes use bad moods to better the quality of your output?

JB: Regarding careers and complaining, that’s probably true the world over! It depends with me – usually not, other than when making music with others. Where poetic collaboration has been successful for me was with concrete and visual type stuff, but that’s not really working with each other, but rather on each other.

Defending one’s self is an important theme for me and I question it in my own work, for example in the space of social responsibility, or spiritual expectations, or against truths and untruths one has been or is taught. Other than defending yourself against ‘scene’, are there things in your life you need to defend yourself against in order to be able to formulate the thoughts which eventually become your poems? Are there barriers to your writing you need to overcome?

AC: All types of responsibility I enjoy being faithfully against, but I’m not sure if it is more dangerous to shun responsibility or to decide to respect it, making the mature turn that kills the spirit of so many motorcyclists every year. In poetry, that would mean that my well-meaning attempts at being more comprehensible, i.e. in some cases more conventional or simple, might lead me onto well-trodden paths I really don’t want to take.

I want to think well, but is thinking well thinking most realistically, or thinking realistically with a bit of an utopian turn? Feminism and other sciences of the unreal show it clearly: If I ‘realistically’ see myself as others see me, their view will never be disproved. A certain ignorance of the worse views on women totally frees me of them (until, of course, I meet one in a dark alley – but I might be able to meet it dark for dark …)

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Intervistare la voce: Charles Bernstein


Photo by Jill Kramer

Forthcoming in The reasons of the voice: interviews by Enzo Minarelli with the protagonists of sound, oral experiments in the XX Century, edited by Frederico Fernandes. EDUEL Publisher Londrina University, Brazil 2014

This interview is dedicated to Nicholas Zurbrugg (1947-2001), who brought Enzo Minarelli and I together at a conference at De Montfort University just before Nick’s sudden death. Nick taught at Griffith University, in Brisbane, Australia for 17 years, starting in 1995, before moving back to England. From early in his career, founding the little magazine Stereo Headphones, to his later work on new media, Nick was a champion of innovation in the arts and of the arts of poetry (text, sound, performance, recording), including the work of Minarelli. See this short piece by Nick on Enzo. – CB

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4 Artworks by Lily Mae Martin

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The details of our bodies are unique. I’m drawn to studying the human figure through art where I am allowed to see what people actually look like. In a world plastered with images of an uncontainable, fleeting notion of beauty, I try and amend this within my own world by making paintings and drawings of myself and those around. I try to focus on the parts and details that can be no one else’s.

Scars are our stories – our hurt, our sickness, our corrections. They are our mistakes, they are our rage, they are our passions … which can only ever be our own.

They are a private collection on our bodies.

Hands and feet are challenging to capture and to accept, perhaps there is something in that. As an artist who is in the business of talking to people about their bodies and face, I find that hands are usually the most appreciated part while feet are generally the most loathed. Perhaps it is the opposite with you. But I find this interesting.
Your feet carry you everywhere, for all of your life. If they are well and functioning, why must they also be beautiful? What are the toes, the nails, the hair, the knuckles and the callouses meant to look like?

Just as they are.

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6 Artworks by Jeremy Balius

the indeterminateness of anxiety

Jeremy Balius

the indeterminateness of anxiety | acrylic on paper | 76 x 56.5 cm

I’m interested in language as a material of making, particularly in states of formation and cessation. I’ve been working at the crossroads of calligraphy, pre-Renaissance German handwriting and graffiti, while referencing a cursive mode of writing I was taught in school while growing up in Germany.

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MASQUE Editorial

The theme of this issue was suggested by the Poets and Critics seminar (run by Vincent Broqua and Olivier Brossard) on the work of British poet Redell Olsen last year. Olsen’s book Punk Faun: A Bar Rock Pastel (subpress, 2012) revels in masques and anti-masques, in variants and endlessly shifting suggestiveness that has influences back to the sixteenth century but also resonates with Frank O’Hara’s ‘In Memory of My Feelings’:

                                                                                    Grace
to be born and live as variously as possible. The conception
of a masque barely suggests the sordid identifications. 
I am a Hittite in love with a horse. I don’t know what blood’s
in me I feel like an African prince I am a girl walking downstairs
in a red pleated dress with heels I am a champion taking a fall
                                                                                    (Collected Poems 256)

Punk Faun plays with the conceit of a request by Isabella d’Este (a cultural leader of the Italian Renaissance) for a masque ‘of grotesque pastoral and mythic proportions’ for her studiolo after viewing a screening of Matthew Barney’s The Cremaster Cycle at The Roxy in Brixton, London, and a few weeks later stumbling on an artist’s talk by Raphael on Ed Ruscha’s painting ‘THEY CALLED HER STYRENE.’ In mixing temporalities, Olsen raises questions around the changed structures of support and consumption of poetry. She also foregrounds ‘ordinary citizens’ as players and presents everyday experience as simultaneous entertainment ‘and meditative consolation.’ The resulting volume foregrounds its curtains and ceilings, as well as the containers of identity and language, and embraces a devious playfulness:

     rejoin their own speech herd		     riffs struggle
up day-glo	snares in human form
     alarmed at			neat fringe of hiding

     as do-it-yourself tough	          just a persona found
protruding from a vulva-shaped crack in a tree
     birthed this familiar yawn   velveteen girls

    pale			        what no single word covers
swept  away tame marked by stones reindeer carved
     beyond map space		          slits   historical (104)

As I suggested in the call-out for this issue, I was interested not only in the performance of personas but also the materiality of their staging. I was also keen to see whether the idea of masque was culturally translatable to or had currency within an Australian, or even a Pacific rim, context. To what extent could the masque be used to play around with and possibly critique conventions and attitudes ceaselessly replicating power dynamics of gender, race, or class? As with pastoral, the masque might be viewed as a problematic inheritance or transposition.

There was a bumper number of submissions for the issue and many fine poems that are not represented here. I selected on the basis of how the poems addressed the theme, looking for lateral and adventurous approaches. Sometimes there were several poems that took similar approaches to particular aspects of the masque (such as the idea of masking or masquerading selves), where I may have selected one or two, even as there were others that were also moving and provocative.

I was particularly interested in those poems that used the theme as a basis for political critique. In the vein of Lesbia Harford’s writing from the early twentieth century, Lizz Murphy’s ‘Through a Child’s Eyes’ refers to the imagination of child workers ‘whose factory eyes/ settle on a shatter of sequins.’ Melinda Smith’s ‘Gora’ is a powerful example of taking up the theme to critique de-racialisation treatments:

Aishwarya your green eyes, your coconut flesh
Michael Jackson your vitiligo

The daughters of India are itching
Because brillo pads are not designed for use on the forearms of children

The luminous faces of Brahmins bloom only in the shade
‘I dream about how to become white, how to look white and beautiful’

The daughters of India are developing cancers of the skin
Because $1.75 buys a tube of Kojic acid, hydroquinone, mercury

The rites of mortification shall deliver you to paradise
You must be this pale to ride

Adam Aitken’s ‘The Sheriff Buys Hawai‘i’ considers the experience of being positioned alternatively as ‘Alien Resident’ or passing for ‘Local’ ‘after a few days in the sun.’ The speaker questions the use of pidgin to further delineate between categories of poetic identity: ‘Why am I not in luv wid dem?’ Rob McLennan’s ‘green: belt: space’ meditates on an ecopoetics that might connect land and word: ‘Park, a landed wild. Acreage. Meaning of, protected fields. I would like to write you, in. Enacted.’ Carol Jenkins’ poem enacts the cultural disappearance and changing landscape of Karelia:

The village shop stocks
[insert blank space here]

and vodka, and soon these bottles
disappear into empty stomachs
and moves on. Two bull-dozers appear.

[Insert blank space
here and here
and here]

Barrie Walsh’s ‘calandiary miscasts Christopher Sidney’s timer’ critique the logic of empiricism as well as the media framing of Australia’s engagement with war, ‘the abstract masque ‘Lest we Forget,’ adding ‘NZ has 11-scenes Australia doesn’t, & seconds of footage not in Argentine.

Louis Armand and John Kinsella’s collaborative serial poem, fittingly titled ‘Monument,’ foregrounds shifts in world power (‘We speak of Europe as an Asian peninsula’) and the emblazoned workings of the oil dollar and global capitalism. The poem also refers to irreparable damage, ‘on-going health complications,’ ‘Chemical analysis revealing new toxicities; Transpires to white’ and the commercialisation of revolution, ‘Sex Pistols free with every Jubilee handbag’. It ironises the ‘drift towards inertia’:

Pantheon is French for dream-on baby. Go fly that that kite
or swing that pendulum. Pamper your neck with a new rope.
Relapse is a tasty morsel of Barbie flotsam, backdated. Eat my
majority. Do you have what it takes? Grab the opportunity

For Armand and Kinsella, the masque is part of ‘museumed bric-a-brac,’ the aesthetic alternatively banked or emptied of value. Likewise, ST McCarthy notes how the rhetoric of scientific rationalism and progress undergirds a sense of false comfort in contemporary culture:

science goes on labelling
and x has a fixed value (ha!)
and apparently our stocks in understanding
and life expectancy are on the rise

and similarly points to a growing inertia with ‘too many believ[ing] in the mask of next time’.

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Small Poetry Presses in Ireland

Small poetry presses in Ireland are tricky enough to define. We are tempted to categorise them by volume of production, or by the number of established poets they represent. Poetry presses in Ireland are considered ‘large’ by virtue of three factors: production-volume, how established the press and whether they are in receipt of significant arts funding. Continue reading

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Negotiating the Liminal Divide: Some Italian-Australian Diasporic Poets

The publication last year of Paolo Totaro’s Collected Poems marks the latest in a long series of poetry collections by Italians who have migrated to Australia. Raffaello Carboni, author of the iconic The Eureka Stockade, was a poet in his own right. So was Pietro Baracchi, Government Astronomer of Victoria in the early 1900s. Most of the poetic production in the early period can, however, be dated to the 1930s, when the 30,000-strong Italian community had become the largest non-Anglo-Celtic group in Australia. Continue reading

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Emotion and the Self in Games

There are some books that carry you along a journey until your tears make it impossible to read. Films and television shows, too. Games evoke emotion in a similar way to non-interactive works, with some exceptions – the greatest difference being emotion facilitated through action. In this essay, I look at games and electronic literature that have triggered my emotions and reflect on how this was achieved. The poet, novelist, screenwriter, playwright and games writer will find similar rhetorical devices being applied in different ways.

What sort of emotions am I talking about? In his essay on emotion in film, film theorist Ed Tan speaks about the difference between what he describes as ‘artefact emotion’ and ‘fiction emotion’ (Tan). Artefact emotions are ‘non-empathetic’ and occur in response to sensory pleasures such as the appearance of the actors, costumes, scenery, and special effects. A viewer engaging in artefact-based emotions does not need to engage with the story at all. On the other hand, fiction emotions are ‘emphatic’; these are direct reactions to the story and empathy with the characters.

When we talk about emotions in games, the relationship between content and viewer shifts from empathy to embodiment of the self. Indeed, some game researchers talk about emotions that are not related to ‘cut-scenes’, the story or characters. Industry researcher Nicole Lazzaro, for instance, has observed what she calls four key types of fun outside of story:

Easy Fun (Novelty): curiosity from exploration, role-play, and creativity
Hard Fun (Challenge): fiero, the epic win, achieving a difficult goal
People Fun (Friendship): amusement from competition and cooperation
Serious Fun (Meaning): excitement from changing the player and their world
(Lazzaro)

Likewise, in his book on ‘game feel’, Steve Swink talks about game feel being made up of three parts: real-time control, simulated space, and polish (Swink 2009). But this piece isn’t about emotions related to achievement, or spectacle. Instead, this piece explores emotions facilitated by a relationship with a story and its characters, and the player’s role in that experience. From a writing perspective, it is a shift from writing the journey of a hero readers will (hopefully) empathise with, to facilitating the emotional journey of the players. How does this happen?

Emotion and the Self in GamesPic 1: Screenshot of Journey

An award-winning game that is lauded for its emotional experience is That Game Company’s Journey. I played Journey as a single-player and, although it is designed to be multi-player, I went through an emotional experience. As a robed figure, I slid through the sparse desert and mountains. At times I felt peace, at times I felt hope, at times I felt lost, and there were times I felt I’d never, ever, make it. This wasn’t frustration over a too-difficult puzzle. Instead, it was frustration or fear for myself. How did this happen?

In his Game Developers Conference talk this year, Jenova Chen, director of Journey, described how, during development, he discovered that his design of the player journey correlated with Joseph Campbell’s ‘hero’s journey’ (Chen 2013). He had designed the player journey, for instance, to be about stages of life, with varying emotional intensity (see Pic 2). Chen further notes how the stages of life, artwork and geographic terrain all fit within the slow rise, extreme downturn and ultimate catharsis of the ending (see Pics 3 and 4).

Emotion and the Self in Games Pic 2: Game design and Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey

Emotion and the Self in Games Pic 3: Character, emotional and geographic journey

Emotion and the Self in Games Pic 4: Character, art and geographic journey

Chen explains how it was the gameplay aspect that needed extra time to refine. One can use art, sound and story triggers to facilitate an emotional journey, but how can player actions support the intended stages of feeling? What Chen and the team did was heighten and reduce certain abilities according to what stage the player was intended to be at. Freedom, movement, energy and connection were all either encouraged or restricted (see Pics 5 and 6).

Emotion and the Self in Games Pic 5: Gameplay actions and the player journey

Emotion and the Self in Games Pic 6: Gameplay journey

A big part of the emotional experience of Journey, for me, was due to the game being designed to encourage intuition. There weren’t a great many things for me to do as a robed figure in a sparse desert setting. I could venture off into any direction (at times) and focus on sliding over the sand. I found non-human friends who guided me around. I discovered how to make things happen in simple ways, and these kept moving me towards a distant mountain. But importantly I felt as though I was using my instincts. I felt as I was using things I already knew. The abilities of my avatar have some overlap with my abilities. I know how to run, walk, slide and jump. Granted, I don’t know how to fly, but I understand the concept (and sure have flown in my dreams).

All of this means that more of me can come into the experience. I’m not busy learning and doing things, so there isn’t a big cognitive load. This gives me time to project my memories and life onto the game. It allows me a deep-dive into myself – to contemplate. The setting triggers memories and feelings. The tasks and images along the way trigger thoughts and memories of my own life journey.

Games like Journey have been accused of not being games. Veteran game designer and educator Chris Bateman explains that they don’t have an ‘agency aesthetic, a way of enjoying play that focuses on the player’s ability to enact meaningful change in the fictional world of the game,’ which is a feature that is considered ‘the sine qua non of game aesthetics and hence a necessary condition of “gamehood”’ (Bateman 2012). Bateman’s response to this is the notion of ‘thin play’ (ibid.); he juxtaposes the busy activity of a first-person shooter, where a player runs around navigating the space, hiding, attacking, and reloading, with the spatial navigation of art games like Dan Pinchbeck and Robert Briscoe’s Dear Esther and Journey. Some critics claim that if you take away all that activity, you take away agency – and therefore its distinguishing feature as a game. Bateman argues that the process of navigating decision points are still a type of play; it is just thin. Even further, these sparse abilities become more important and ‘high in expressive value.’

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Prints in the New Snow: Notes on ‘Es Lebe der König’, J.H. Prynne’s Elegy to Paul Celan

In 1966 Prynne emphasised the necessity for poetry to ‘emphatically reclaim the power of knowledge for each and any of us in our common answerability as the creatures of language.’1 The ekphrastic, proprioceptive and dedicatory analysis that Prynne demanded of his readers through Kitchen Poems and The White Stone reaches a point of crescendo with Brass in 1971. Continue reading

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Three Slab Five Tallulah: Words and Image by Lucy Holt and Dane Lovett

Three
Three 2012 | Dane Lovett | Acrylic and oil on aluminium composite panel | 40.0 x 30.5cm


Seeing Threes


The minute the hour and the second
hands cannot agree on the one object to hold.
They take off with a totem each and a version.

The lover, the beloved and the stranger:
the contingency of the third, or of the pair?
A serious high-sorrowful state of affair.

—Wild and foredefeated!—
The laughter in the middle,
the shadow above and below.

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