Glib spice announces the news bleeding
in the monochromatic distance. The short-term
memory of distance flees in fear. Enemies
fall, money flees. Falling gloom dazzles just
as history taught it to. Not the history of stars
made of tumbleweed nor the annals of a dust mote
singing rich disaster. Masoch was never so rich,
or so it seems to each geological layer. No
notebook records a pocket of posies between thick
layers of ash. It just is, caught in a small pocket
of time. “Time to return to star,” announces
tumbleweed on the news. The news shrinks
to a speck of pollen on a posy’s anther
in a pocket caught between thick layers of ash.
Sonnets and Looms are available here:
Small Press Distribution
Book City in Toronto
The Book Depository
Posted in apocalypse, poetry, poetry press
Tagged Apocalypse, Apollinaire's Bookshoppe, Book City, Camille Martin, December 21 2012, poems, poetry, Shearsman Books, Small Press Distribution, sonnets
I’m obsessed with The End, with the smorgasbord of choices for Armageddon that Neil deGrasse Tyson cheerfully ticks off: asteroid, caldera eruption, mega-tsunami, black hole. Not surprisingly, some of my poems have an apocalyptic theme.
So in honour of the rapidly-approaching December 21, 2012—of the dreaded cataclysm that Mayan astronomers predicted (unless they just got tired of chiselling)—I’ll be posting poems to while away the countdown to the terrestrial torch. The first poem is below.
And what would 2012 prophesies be without a little shameless commercialism? I’m selling poetry, not opulent underground condos, but then, to paraphrase William Carlos Williams, survivalists die miserably on doomsday for lack of what is found in poems.
The clock is ticking, but you can still get a copy of Sonnets
from the following vendors: Small Press Distribution
, Book City in Toronto
, and Shearsman Books
Help keep my kitchen, where I’m hunkering down with proper Canadian garrison mentality, stocked with beans and rice during these anti-climactic end times.
From a helicopter at night, an aerial
view of a city. In the dark, gigantic
iron statues loom with an ominous
aura of permanence. The people
who live in the city obsess
about the possibility of doomsday
erupting among their soaring
buildings and effigies. Of the end
they’ve made a fetish, chatting
about it at cocktail parties as if
it were the latest vogue. They believe
that it could happen at any moment,
so they no longer bother
to make their beds in the morning.
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Tagged Apocalypse, Book City, Camille Martin, Canadian garrison mentality, December 21 2012, doomsday, Looms, Neil deGrasse Tyson, poem, poetry, Shearsman Books, Small Press Distribution, sonnets
A couple of years ago, Talking Writing
published some poems of mine from Looms
, a manuscript that has recently been published by Shearsman Books
Martha Nichols, one of the editors, recently approached me about writing an illustrated essay about what it’s like to work in three disciplines: poetry, collage, and music.
I invite you to have a look at the resulting featured spread in Talking Writing and to explore the rest of the issue, which will be added to during the next few weeks.
Click the image below to view my collages and essay:
Posted in cognitive science, collage, literary theory, music, poetry, poetry magazine, Vispo, visual art
Tagged Camille Martin, collage, Looms, Martha Nichols, multidisciplinary arts, music, poetry, Shearsman Books, synesthesia, Talking Writing