Searching for Volcanoes

Search for my poem Searching for Volcanoes, recently published in Future Welcome: The Moosehead Anthology X, edited by Todd Swift (Montréal: DC Books, 2005).

Future Welcome comes 50 years after 1955. In his introduction to the anthology editor Todd Swift notes: “1955 saw: the opening of Disneyland; the publication of Lolita; ultra-high frequency waves produced at M.I.T.; Hammer’s The Quatermass Xperiment; the introduction of the first fluoride toothpaste, Crest; the International Air Pollution Congress (held in New York City); the debut of Scrabble; B-52s put into service; Ray Kroc’s acquisition of McDonald’s; Elvis’s TV debut; Salk’s polio vaccine; a time bomb on United DC-6 flight; Glenn Gould’s “Goldberg Variations”; Eisenhower’s upholding of the right to use nuclear weapons in defence; US Congress ordering all American coins to read “In God We Trust”; the deaths of James Dean, Wallace Stevens and Albert Einstein; and the birth of Bill Gates.”

Where are we now? Certainly not where we thought we’d be. Swift writes: “I wanted poems and prose both of our moment, and yet imbued with the same sense of retro-kitsch that popularly defines the 50s–works about the future, robots, space travel, technology, and sci-fi terror.”

Searching for Volcanoes tells the not-quite-sci-fi-terror tale of trying to do Internet research on a dial-up connection. It’s hard to believe that the Internet didn’t exist in 1955 and yet, in 2005, a 56k connection is utterly antiquated. Volcanoes are a good analogy. As my brilliant friend Norman T. White pointed out to me: “Funny thing about erupting lava – it’s brand new, but it’s also ancient.”

Here’s an excerpt from searching for Volcanoes:

56k
takes forever to fill
collapsed craters
with blue-screen-blue
caldera lakes.

Line by line
the sky downloads:
progressive jpeg descends
a strafe of cloud dithers,
geological time passes –
falls toward mountain…

Future Welcome includes new writing from David Wevill, Sina Queyras, Raymond Hsu, Robert Minhinnick, Annie Freud, bill bissett, Patrick Chapman, Meredith Quartermain, Jason Camlot, Liane Strauss, Todd Colby, Jennifer K. Dick, John Hartley Williams, Louise Bak, Hal Sirowitz, Adeena Karasick, Mike Marqusee, Kavita Joshi, Stan Rogal, Tammy Armstrong, Richard Peabody, Jenna Butler, Ali Riley, Jon Paul Fiorentino, David Prater, J. R. Carpenter, David McGimpsey–plus many more.

For more information on or to order Future Welcome vist DC Books

For more information on editior Todd Swift visit his web sites: http://www.toddswift.com/ and http://toddswift.blogspot.com/
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History Through Poetry

March 3, 2003 marked launch of the anthology 100 Poets Against The War (edited by Todd Swift, Salt Publishing: Cambridge, UK & Applecross, Australia).

The project began with a call for submissions, on January 20, 2003, for poets to contribute to a downloadable electronic chapbook, which was published online on January 27, 2003 to coincide with Hans Blix’s report to the UN on weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. I immediately wrote and contributed a poem called “A Verse to War”. I felt compelled to participate for a few reasons: My father was a Vietnam War draft evader, so I was lucky enough to be born in Canada. My grandfather witnessed the levelling of Manila as a Technical Sergeant in the Pacific Theatre during World War II. Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, the Nazis made short work of what little of our family was left in Hungary. Both my grandparents watched the World Trade Center collapse from their bedroom window. The smoke stank up their apartment for days.

I can’t remember the exact date that the 100 Poets anthology launched in Montréal, but I do remember that I had been in New York for the two weeks previous attending to my grandmother’s funeral and the distribution of her last effects, mostly books. When she was a child, my grandmother had some of her poems published in the Yiddish newspapers of New York’s Lower East Side. She graduated with a Master’s Degree in English Literature from Hunter College, but wound up teaching junior high school science in Queens for thirty years. She never wanted me to be a writer. Or rather, she never believed that I would become a writer. Which is to say, she never thought I’d make it as a writer. In the last face-to-face conversation I had with her before she died she said: “If it doesn’t work out, I won’t say ‘I told you so’. But if it does work out – well, then I’ll say, ‘My granddaughter, the novelist!’”

I witnessed both pro and anti war protests in progress in many of the small towns that the Greyhound passed through as I traveled home from New York to Montréal the day before reading at the 100 Poets book launch. Two of the more popular placard slogans still stand out in my head: “America is worth fighting for,” and “Another Veteran Against the War.” I couldn’t help thinking: My grandmother would have hated this.

I can’t remember if I ever sent my grandmother a copy of one of the three free downloadable and printable 100 Poets Against the War PDF chapbooks that Todd Swift and Val Stevenson assembled and published on Nthposition.com. If I did it wouldn’t have impressed her much. Her own mother had never bought a single paper that published her Yiddish poems and until I was anthologized in the Rinehart Reader my grandmother wasn’t likely to make a fuss.

Today, approximately two and a half years after the 100 Poets anthology launched in cities around the world, I stumbled across an online article that would have made my grandmother the schoolteacher sit up and take notice.

On a web site called: “Rethinking Schools Online” I found that in their Spring 2003 edition they had published a special collection of resources for teachers called: “Teaching About the War“. In her lesson plan, “Entering History Through Poetry“, Linda Christensen suggested using 100 Poets Against the War as a teaching aide. She wrote: “Opening a topic as volatile as war by getting students to talk about their fears and questions can help teachers understand the extent of student knowledge as well as their positions. … Students should feel comfortable entering a classroom conversation; otherwise, we’re not wrestling with issues; we’re pinning them down and force-feeding them. J. R. Carpenter’s poem “A verse to war” provides an opening for discussion.

Carpenter uses the repeating line “I am afraid,” then lists her fears. I asked students to look at the structure of the poem — the repeating line followed by a list. Then we generated potential lines and students wrote poems using this structure. Abigail, a sophomore in Anderson’s class, wrote about her brother: “I am afraid/of my brother leaving/to serve this country./I am afraid/I will never get the chance/to hug him again…/I am afraid of war.” Ashley, Abigail’s classmate, invented her own line and tied the war to the budget cuts: “I do not know/of war/of suffering/of fear./I do not know how my life will be altered…/I do not know/of destruction/of cold-blooded murder…/I do not know my future/of dreams unbroken/of non-potential/ of miseducation….”

Even though worse than my worst fears have come true for Iraq – and for America, for the two are now inextricably linked – and even though the above article was published over two years ago and I only found out about it today, it moves me immensely to hear that a poem that I wrote “provided an opening for discussion,” and that the 100 Poets project was put to use in this way. This, my grandmother would have loved.

A Verse to War

I am afraid
(of what will happen
of the rhetoric
of the silence
of not knowing).
I am afraid I don’t know what to contribute.

I am afraid
(of destruction
of waiting
of doing nothing
of adding fuel to the flames).
I am afraid I don’t have any answers.

I am afraid
(of trivializing
of propagandizing
of margins
of error).
I am afraid it is but a meagre thing to add –
a verse adverse to war.

Thank you to Todd Swift, Val Stevenson, Salt Publishing and to Vince Tinguely who first sent me the call for submissions. 100 Poets Against the War is still available for download or for purchase online. FOr more information please visit: Nthposition.com/100poets.php
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Saint-Urbain Street Heat

A new poem, “Saint-Urbain Street Heat”, appears in the August edition of Nth Position.

Some of you who have never been to Montréal in the summer don’t believe how hot it gets here. Those you who live here, well, you know. Set on the same block as Saint-Urbain’s Horsemen but more like Balconville only shorter and poetry and contemporary and completely different really, “Saint-Urbain Street Heat” will leave you sweating in your undershirts. Here’s an excerpt:

Alters of clutter,
hanging gardens of sound –
the back balconies buckle
under the weight of
high summer
Saint-Urbain Street heat.

All the kitchen
back doors stand open –
sticky arms flung open –
imploring, a heat-rashed prayer:

Deliver us unto
the many gods
of Mile End.

Read the rest of “Saint-Urbain Street heat” on NthPostion.com

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Reading Sharon Olds

The Eye

My bad grandfather wouldn’t feed us.
He turned the lights out when we tried to read.
He sat alone in the invisible room
in front of the hearth, and drank. He died
when I was seven, and Grandma had never once
taken anyone’s side against him,
the firelight on his red cold face
reflecting extra on his glass eye.
Today I thought about that glass eye,
and how at night in the big double bed
he slept facing his wife, and how the limp
hole, where his eye had been, was open
towards her on the pillow, and how I am
one-fourth him, a brutal man with a
hole for an eye, and one-fourth her,
a woman who protected no one. I am their
sex, too, their son, their bed, and
under their bed the trap-door to the
cellar, with its barrels of fresh apples, and
somewhere in me too is the path
down to the creek gleaming in the dark, a
way out of there.

Sharon Olds, from The Dead and the Living

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