On Poetry and the Common Good

Posted On 11:38 PM by Brandon Bertram | 0 comments

Poetry and what?

What is this ever so enigmatic phrase “The Common Good?”

And what, even, is poetry?

Okay, that one’s easy...right?

Poetry is the harnessing of ideas, putting ideas to work by way of carefully chosen words, punctuation, line breaks, etc. It is images and metaphors. Poetry can be stories, conversations, abstractions. Poetry can be confessional, can be didactic.

According to Gwendolyn MacEwan,

Poetry has got nothing to do with poetry.
Poetry is how the air goes green before thunder,
is the sound you make when you come, and
why you live and how you bleed, and

The sound you make or don’t make when you die.
Now, I’m aware of the impossibility of pinning down words with ostensive definitions, poetry especially, so I cite our dear friend Mirriam Webster as just another example of how we define poetry:

Main Entry: po·et·ry
Function: noun
Date: 14th century
1 a: metrical writing : verse b: the productions of a poet : poems
2: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm
3 a: something likened to poetry especially in beauty of expression b: poetic quality or aspect .
With poetry being all these things and more, the questions still remain, what is the common good and what does Poetry have to do with it?

I’ll leave those questions to you to think about, as I myself am still pondering their plethora of possible answers.

At any rate, when I made my way out to CMU this morning to see Rhea Tregebov and Gregory Scofield read their poetry I was hoping they’d shed some light on this subject, seeing as the title of the event was Poetry and the Common Good. Instead I was treated simply to a traditional reading that saw Gregory pouring out passionate poems that bounce between English and Cree with a most amazing sense of rythm and cadence, and Rhea reading old and new poems and one, entitled “The Gardens of the Antarctic,” a poetic sci-fi dystopia about what it might be like if we consume ourselves to extinction (a speculation that doesn’t seem all that far-fetched anymore).

Maybe poetry is by its very nature acting towards a common good.

...poetry...is always political and subversive: it uses our foremost technological tool, the ur-tool that is language, against itself, against its tendency to be the supreme analytic and organizing instrument. In poetry, language is always a singer as well as a thinker; a lover as well as an engineer. It discovers and delights in its own physical being, as though it were an otter or a raven rather than simply the vice president in charge of making sense.

-Don McKay
Maybe poetry is by its very nature pushing us toward a common good, causing us to rethink normal and see that there might actually be a different way of going about things. Imagine that.

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Brandon James Bertram is an English/Creative Writing student at the University of Winnipeg. He reads, writes, rides bikes, and drinks coffee.
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Hands on: JPF

Posted On 11:27 PM by Ariel Gordon | 0 comments



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Jon Paul Fiorentino wouldn't let me photograph his fingers, saying he'd get in trouble. He didn't even want his thumbs showing, so I told him to tuck them in. And he did.

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Books by JPF:

Stripmalling. ECW, Toronto, 2009.
The Theory of the Loser Class. Toronto: Coach House Books, 2006.
Asthmatica. Toronto: Insomniac Press, 2005.
Hello Serotonin. Toronto: Coach House Books, 2004.
Resume Drowning. Fredericton: Broken Jaw Press, 2002.
Transcona Fragments. Winnipeg: Cyclops Press/Signature Editions, 2002.

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Ariel Gordon is the Winnipeg-based author of two recent small press chapbooks and has had poetry published in fine lit mags such as Carousel, PRISM International and Prairie Fire.

Her first collection of poetry, Hump, is forthcoming from Ontario's Palimpsest Press in spring 2010.

When not being bookish, Ariel likes tromping through the woods taking macro photographs of mushrooms.
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Out-take #2

Posted On 8:09 PM by Ariel Gordon | 0 comments


IMG00927.jpg, originally uploaded by Hot Air 2009.

Sara and Frank at the thin air mainstage bar (next to the cheese)...
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I thought it was just cold last night at the Forks. Turns out it was a fever. I guess I should have known something was wrong when I arrived at the Opening night reading at 8 o’clock. The show started at 7. How could I make that kind of mistake?

It’s clear to me now that the sleepy fog of congestion had already forced its way into my brain. A condition further confirmed by the fact that I could barely understood a word Bertrand Nayet said. Now don’t get me wrong, I could still HEAR what he was saying, and I could still FEEL what he was saying, but his words really seemed like another language. It was like he was speaking, I don’t know, French.

I also seem to remember Debra Schnitzer being there too. But in my dreamy, flu shaped memory she’s speaking in a really high pitched, funny kind of voice some of the time. There’s no way that could have happened could it? I don’t remember her ever using funny voices, or dramatic readings back when I had her as a Prof in university, do I?

Ah, who knows, maybe none of it really happened. Maybe I was just completely delusional and only imagined I saw what I saw. After all, I also remember having quite a bit of fun last night and I really don’t see how listening to poetry outside in the dark could ever be fun. Like really, its poetry.

Oh well, lucky for you you don’t have to take what I tell you as truth. I saw some of my compatriots there and I’m sure they’ll tell you what really went on. Take care.

J

PS It's not Swine Flu.

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Jason Diaz is a Winnipeg-based writer and stay at home dad. His poetry and prose has been published in dark leisure magazine. Last year he joined the Thin Air collective and has been awaiting the festival’s arrival ever since. He has still only been interviewed by The Uniter once, and is sadly no longer licensed to drive forklift.

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Hands on: Bonnie Burnard

Posted On 2:26 PM by Ariel Gordon | 0 comments



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As I was shooting these pictures, Burnard remarked, "I have my father's hands. So do my three children."

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Writing is a pretty hands-on endeavor in that it is the hands that make our thoughts legible via pen-on-paper or keyboards. Without working digits, writers are reduced to working aloud, dictating their work to a machine or an assistant. Which would make it either too noisy or too public for my liking...

I'll be posting similar portraits throughout the week. If there's an author whose hands you'd like to see, let me know...

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Books by Bonnie Burnard:

Suddenly. Toronto, HarperCollins, 2009.
A Good House. Toronto, HarperCollins, 1999.
Casino and Other Stories. Toronto, HarperCollins, 1994.
Women of Influence. Regina, Coteau Books, 1988.

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Ariel Gordon is the Winnipeg-based author of two recent small press chapbooks and has had poetry published in fine lit mags such as Carousel, PRISM International and Prairie Fire.

Her first collection of poetry, Hump, is forthcoming from Ontario's Palimpsest Press in spring 2010.

When not being bookish, Ariel likes tromping through the woods taking macro photographs of mushrooms.
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someone turn the lights on

Posted On 1:07 PM by Courtney | 0 comments

Hi, my name is Courtney and I am late for most things I do - including my introduction for this lovely blog called Hot Air.

Due to some seriously annoying electricity problems in my apartment, I have been without access to a computer for extended periods of time, all weekend. Luckily I have a box full of fuses, and a call out to my caretaker, so the possibility of being without electricity for another night is somewhat reduced.

All that aside, I am back as a blogger for a second year in a row, and I’m really excited about that. Last year I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed about the festival. It was my first time hearing of it, and on top of that I had the major responsibility of writing about my daily treks through the land of books and authors and readings and questions.

It was overwhelming to say the least.

This year I’m looking forward to coming back to feeling more grounded - less easily swept up with the magical of it all.

You know?

I’d like to keep my feet on the ground and look at things critically. Seriously.

Because writing is strictly serious business, right?

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Ok so here’s what I think will actually happen - the magic will still be there, and I will be plagued with questions of what drives authors to write? Where does their motivation come from? What does it mean to be a writer?

(you know, because I'm a big fan of the impossible questions)

I will be caught up in all of the different styles and ways that people find to say what they feel is most important to have heard.

I will be lost in the variations of what people consider important to have heard.

So, hopefully with the help of a trained electrician, and the magic of the festival pulling me along through the week, I will be able to share with you some of the things I find most compelling, funny, and obscure.

And hopefully I won’t be late for everything....

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Courtney Slobogian was born in Winnipeg and likes it that way.

She is a writer/understated activist/ irreverent feminist.

Some of her work can be tracked down in quiet corners of the internet.

She co-hosts a radio show on CKUW called Tiger Lilies are Poisonous, and dislikes cotton socks. She wrote a thesis once.
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Outtake #1

Posted On 12:25 PM by Ariel Gordon | 0 comments


Outtake #1, originally uploaded by Hot Air 2009.

Volunteer coordinator Karen san fillippo gets herself a coffee at the library while trying to spot an author.
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Hey

Posted On 11:33 AM by Ariel Gordon | 0 comments

Hey all,

My name is Ariel Gordon and this is my third year blowing HOT AIR.

This year, I'm planning to take in as much of the festival as is possible. I always enjoy the nooners and the afternoon book chats and I take great pains to attend at least a couple of the readings at Red River College and the U of Wpg during the day.

And then there are the Mainstages. I usually plan to attend far more of the Mainstages than I actually get to. I'm not sure why that is, but...this year, I'll definitely be at the Poetry Bash on Wednesday and It's About Love, Actually on Thursday.

I'm also going to continue to post pictures of writers' hands, something I started last year during the second part of the week.

Mostly, I'm going to try to make sure that the stomach flu that kept me from Opening Night yesterday doesn't keep me from any more of the festival. Nasty inconvenient virus!

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Ariel Gordon is the Winnipeg-based author of two recent small press chapbooks and has had poetry published in fine lit mags such as Carousel, PRISM International and Prairie Fire.

Her first collection of poetry, Hump, is forthcoming from Ontario's Palimpsest Press in spring 2010.

When not being bookish, Ariel likes tromping through the woods taking macro photographs of mushrooms.
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