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New poems in Posit Magazine: “Current, Unique” and “Vectors”

Two new poems have been published in Posit Magazine:
“Current, Unique” and “Vectors” (a series)

Click on the image below to have a look:

POSIT MAGAZINE

I’m in excellent company with the other contributors, so please check out the whole current issue:

Claudia Alvarez
Michael Basinski
Iain Britton
Andrew Cantrell
Charles Dellschau
Elaine Equi
Dennis Etzel Jr.
Howie Good
Nicholas Grider
Crag Hill
Dimitri Kozyrev
Krystal Languell
Joe Milazzo
Julie Peppito
Ken Taylor
Louisa Waber

Many thanks to editor Susan Lewis!


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“pugilist grandmother” and other poems in Fell Swoop: The All-Bohemian Revue

Fell Swoop: The All-Bohemian Revue just published five short-short poems of mine. Mercy to Joel Dailey.

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PS Fell Swoop is a print-only magazine published in New Orleans by Joel Dailey. To subscribe, send a note to Joel on Facebook. It’s worth every Mardi Gras doubloon you can scrounge up.


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Of jonquils and grommets: Artichokes in Cricket

          Sublime summer, everyone! (Or wondrous wintertide for those below the Tropic of Capricorn.)
          Some posts got pre-empted by my series on Robert Zend, after which I took a hiatus from the blog for a couple of months. So I’m cranking it up again like an old Victrola.
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          Five minimalist poems from R Is the Artichoke of Rose are in the latest issue of Cricket Online Review. Mwah! to the editors.
          Click on the image below for the first poem, then “advance” for the rest:

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Of Lazyboys and bagatelles: Sugar Beach – my new chap from Above/Ground Press

FRAGONARD JPG          Sugar Beach is my second chap from rob mclennan’s Above/Ground Press (the first was 2011’s If Leaf, Then Arpeggio). This one’s a two-fer — it contains minimalist poems from my manuscript R Is the Artichoke of Rose as well as material from the cosmic peregrinations of Blueshift Road, a work in progress.
          The title poem, “Sugar Beach,” gets its name from a white sand beach on Lake Ontario a couple of blocks from my home, with a view of the Redpath sugar plant; the cover’s Fragonard painting, “The Swing,” is a link in the poem’s chain of thoughts, along with a Smith & Wesson, a trapeze artist, and a black pigeon.
          Click on the images or here to order a copy from Above/Ground Press. Reviews of the chap are welcome.
          Below is a sample poem from the collection, “Endless Regression of Heavens,” first published by Similar Peaks magazine:

QUOTATION MARKS 7

Endless Regression of Heavens

Glaciers dribble foreign rocks
as dawn releases chicory blue.
Its fickle hues waltz round equator,
spool, top, dizzy moon, gainly

as the patter of millipedes ruffling
toward a country with no flag
but fields of chicory blue. Horizon,
chromatic with moments. What

of the next and the next, plunging
into myth evolving in the deeps?
Haunting the deeps while manning
the crow’s nest? With each finite

duration we arrive closer by half
to a famished constellation,
blinking beast perpetually devouring
a platter of chicory blue.

SUGAR BEACH 4


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Visual poetry exhibit opens April 1

Vispo Exhibit in Cobourg, Ontario:
TEXTual ARTivity

Location: The Human Bean Coffee Shop
Duration: April 2014
Opening reception: April 1, 7:30 pm, with special guest Bill Bissett

          I continue to be amazed at what a dedicated group of poets can do to put their town — Cobourg, Ontario, about an hour east of Toronto — on the poetry map in a big way. The Poetry in Cobourg Spaces committee (Ted Amsden, Wally Keeler, Katriona Dean, and James Pickersgill) came up with the brilliant idea to host TEXTual ARTivity, a visual poetry exhibition during National Poetry Month at The Human Bean, a coffeehouse in downtown Cobourg. The list of participants includes Canadian and American visual poets, some active since the 1960s.
          The exibition will feature one of my ransom note collages (shown in the image below) as well as work by many others:

Angela Rawlings, Derek Beaulieu, Robert Zend, Bill Bissett, Helen Hajnoczky, Lindsay Cahill, Mark Laliberte, Jenny Sampirisi, Eric Schmaltz, Angela Szczepaniak, Gregory Betts & Neil Hennessy, Pearl Pirie, Eric Winter, Jessica Smith, Ted Amsden, Sharon Harris, Cliff Bell-Smith, Mary McKenzie, Wally Keeler, Katriona Dean, Gary Barwin, Judith Copithorne, michael j. casteels, Alixandra Bamford, Em Lawrence and Dan Waber

Click the image below for a generous article about the exhibit by Cecilia Nasmith in Northumberland Today:
COBOURG VISPO SHOW          Zendophiles will be interested to know that Robert Zend’s typescape Peapoteacock will be on exhibit:

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Robert Zend, who is legendary in the field, will be represented by a playful piece his widow supplied, in which his words form intertwining pictures of a peacock and a teapot.

 
 


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Three minimalist poems in Spittoon

Three minimalist poems from R Is the Artichoke of Rose are in the latest issue of Spittoon, p. 2:

SPITTOON

The issue also features work by

K. A. McGowan
Gregory Kiewiet
Patrick Kelling
James Grabill
Jamey Gallagher
Alice B. Fogel

Thanks to editors Matt VanderMeulen and Kristin Abraham!


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Katie Rosenthal interviews Camille Martin on Looms

Katie Rosenthal, a student of Daniel Nester’s at The College of St. Rose, interviewed me about my new book, Looms. I thought her questions were insightful and smart—it was a pleasure to be interviewed by her!

Click here or the image below to read the interview at the Stated website:

STATED INTERVIEW


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“Cusp” and other poems at On Barcelona

Five poems from my manuscript Blueshift Road were recently published at On Barcelona:
ON BARCELONA


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New poem from Blueshift Road in Dusie: “Da Capo al Fine”

A poem from my manuscript Blueshift Road, “Da Capo al Fine,” has been featured at Dusie. Thanks to rob mclennan for asking me to contribute!
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My PennSound page is ready – have a listen!

          If you’ve never been to PennSound, a website with an amazingly rich and diverse selection of poetry audiofiles, I would encourage you to go there and sample some MP3s and videos. And if you haven’t been there for a while, it’s worth revisiting since its holdings are almost inexhaustible.
          Managed by Charles Bernstein at the University of Pennsylvania, PennSound lists hundreds of poets and contains thousands of sound files. You can listen to individual poems as well as full readings. The recordings are contemporary as well as historical. And the scope is international.
          I’m honoured and pleased to become a part of PennSound’s collection with the addition of MP3s from my readings in Vancouver and Washington, DC. You can also click the image below to go directly to my PennSound page. I hope you enjoy these recordings and that you’ll revisit this incredible resource many times to explore its offerings.
          Thanks to Sharon Margolis and Charles Bernstein for creating my page.
PENNSOUND


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“At first I was adrift . . .”: Camille Martin’s LOOMS

Sarah Sarai wrote a terrific response to Looms:

SARA SARAI REVIEW

You can get a copy of Looms at your favourite bookstore or through SPD, Shearsman Books, The Book Depository, Amazon.ca, and Amazon.com.


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Minimalist poems in the new Otoliths

Twelve short poems of mine inspired by word etymologies were just published in the new issue of Otoliths, a poetry magazine based in Australia. They are from a book-length manuscript entitled R Is the Artichoke of Rose. Click below to have a look:

OTOLITHS RESIZED

There’s a plethora of stunning poetic and visual work in this issue. Check out the table of contents. Thanks to Mark Young, publisher of Otoliths!


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Photos: Adam Seelig, Jim Johnstone, and Camille Martin at the Art Bar (host: Josh Smith)

Here are some photos from my Toronto debut of Looms at the Art Bar. Thanks to our engaging host, Josh Smith; to my wonderful co-readers, Jim Johnstone and Adam Seelig; to Q-Space for the warm and inviting venue; and to the Art Bar Series organizers for making the reading happen.

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Jim Johnstone | Adam Seelig | Camille Martin at the Art Bar (Toronto), Tuesday, April 9

8 pm, Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Q Space / 382 College Street (between Spadina & Bathurst)

After readings in Cobourg, Vancouver, Montreal, Detroit, Columbus, and Lafayette to celebrate the publication of LOOMS, I’m bringin’ it home to Toronto at the ART BAR on Thursday, April 9. My superb co-readers are playwright and poet Adam Seelig (EVERY DAY IN THE MORNING (SLOW)) and poet Jim Johnstone (PATTERNICITY)!

Click here for details at the Facebook invitation:
ART BAR READING


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Photos: Oana Avasilichioaei and Camille Martin at Argo Bookshop, Montreal (Bonus: Zen Snowcat)

          Despite a freak mid-spring snowstorm, diehard Montreal poetry lovers trudged over to Argo Bookshop to hear Oana Avasilichioaei and me read from our recently-released collections: Oana from We, Beasts and me from Looms.
          Below are some photos from the reading, which was watched over by muses Kerouac and Whitman.
          There’s also a photo of Zen Snowcat, which I sculpted in my hotel room and promised to send any who braved the snowdrifts to attend. Zen Snowcat says: “Each snowflake falls in the right place.” No complaints.
          Many thanks to Jean-Pierre Karwacki of Argo Bookshop for hosting the reading and to Erin Moure for the photographs of me in the slideshow below.
          And for any Montrealers unable to attend the reading, We, Beasts and Looms are both available for purchase at Argo Bookshop.

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Photos from the Robson Farewell Reading

          There was a full house for the farewell Robson Reading on Thursday, March 14. Many thanks to Kristen Wong, Dina Del Bracchia, Shirley Stevenson, and Anne-Mary Mullen, who organized this reading, to the tech people who videotaped it, and to my co-readers, Barry Webster and Andrew Kaufman.
          Here’s a slideshow of photos that I took at the reading. Thanks to Meredith Quartermain for taking the photos of me.

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We, Beasts by Oana Avasilichioaei: A pre-reading sampler

On Tuesday, March 19, I’ll be reading with Oana Avasilichioaei at Montreal’s Argo Bookshop. The event will celebrate our respective poetry collections published in 2012: Oana’s We, Beasts (Wolsak & Wynn) and my Looms (Shearsman Books). If you’re in Montreal on March 19, please join us.

Wolsak & Wynn, 2012

Wolsak & Wynn, 2012

I’ve been happily engrossed in Oana’s We, Beasts and offer here a sample prior to our reading. The poems in this collection, inspired by fairy tales and fables, have a luminous quality, despite the darkness at their core.

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where the old road curls into pale blue sky
where rock and pine distill a blurred horizon
backs bend and are divided into valleys

glorified in a field of flags
the Tyrant marches in tight ranks
spells out MOTHER, DIGNITY, FORCE

the story goes like this:
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(                                        )
(                                        )
only a hungry ear, a mouth
law speaks in quivers, whips

line by line months break
(here is no child’s game)
incessant in smiles the Tyrant governs
a fist of furrows, knobbed, arthritic

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No Song

—No peasants, no sepulchres, no bones. A tower, open-mouthed, with no one above its crater.
—No soil that speaks of living, no deity that trains the dying.
—Ruins of a luxury hotel wither two hundred years in the fields. Such is a hospitality of vestiges. Such is finesse. The lastingness.
—Fearful of fevers, no one enters.
—In such peasantless fields, wounds gape uninhabited.

ARGO BOOKSHOP


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The Next Big Thing: R Is the Artichoke of Rose

          If you haven’t heard, The Next Big Thing is a self-interview about a manuscript or forthcoming book. The set of interview questions spreads like a chain letter. Once every poet on earth has participated, we’ll send a space probe to exo-planets suspected of hosting alien poets sufficiently evolved for onanistic interviews.
          I was tagged by Marthe Reed to participate, and in turn I’ve tagged five more poets, whose blogs are linked below. Once they’ve posted their response, I’ll publish a link to them.
          Here’s my interview:

What is the working title of the book?

R Is the Artichoke of Rose

Where did the idea come from for the book?

From a collage of mine, R Is:

R

What genre does your book fall under?

Poetry. Sub-genre: minimalist.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

Elmo and India.Arie in a musical about the letter R.

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

R is the artichoke of rose.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

I’ve been writing short-short poems for many years, publishing them in such journals as Fell Swoop, Peter O’Toole, Quill Puddle, and Unarmed. Eventually the little critters coalesced into something greater than the sum of their parts.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Minimalist poetry by other poets, from the epigrams of Martial to the pithy gems of Aram Saroyan.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Illegal pet activity, my pugilist grandmother, black bleach.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

R Is the Artichoke of Rose seeks publisher seeking R Is the Artichoke of Rose.


Thank you to Marthe Reed for tagging me. My tags go out to Daniel Nester, Jim Johnstone, Larry Sawyer, Lina ramos Vitkauskas, and Ruth Lepson.


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Review of Looms on Bookslut

Thanks to Cort Bledsoe for his beautifully-written review of Looms in Bookslut. I appreciate the way he takes the time to delve into and quote from individual poems. Read his review here:

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Excerpts from reviews:

Looms is a wonderful continuation of Martin’s previous collection, Sonnets, in which she explored similar themes as well as playing with the sonnet form. Martin has proven herself to be a solid poet with an ear for language and an inquisitive mind, delving into the big questions we all face. In this collection, Martin has woven a rich tapestry of poems that are well worth perusing.
—Cort Bledsoe for Bookslut

There is such an expansiveness to Martin’s Looms. The poems exist in that magical place where words, images and ideas collide, creating connections that previously had never been.
—rob mclennan

[Looms] has a very painterly, noir feel, alienated and penumbral, taut yet expansive. Impressive and addictive.
—Steve Spence for Stride Magazine


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No apocalypse, but a day of winters, a day of springs

I’m all tapped out of apocalyptic poems. Besides, today is not THE END—like any other day, it’s full of infinite endings and beginnings, of infinite winters and springs.

So in lieu of the mother-of-all-end-times-poems, I’m posting a sonnet for winter and a sonnet for spring, the flip sides of every moment of existence. Blessings and peace.

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Snow.
Repeat. Flesh
of snow, pocks
in tarnished snow.
Snow of lust.
Snow of cash.
Blathering omega’s
travesty of dust.
Snow breaking
vows of poverty
but not silence.
Snow of theft.
Sparrows buried
in snow.

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Spring’s blind surge awakens rambling epics. Evidence
gushes First things jockey for position. Feet sink
into mud, and revelation looms at the cost of sleep. Even
a car sounds different. The exotic bark of a dog shatters
Orion, spilling sand from a stunned hourglass.
Thereafter, molecules relax and history tries again:
A garlanded mother emerges playing a kithara
as her darlings weave a pedastal, the better to adore
the quixotic colorist: proof that sensory deprivation
binds minions to a redundant diety. Lids can’t filter
catastrophic light. Sap’s flight quickens, guiding
moments trickling toward a slack horizon. And again:
over the years weep scullions at their skinned rabbits.
Peddlers of risk lean into showers of delinquent buds.

YINYANG


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