Category Archives: Poetry

Reconstructing (de)Colonial Deconstruction

Posted on November 15, 2012 by Francois Lachance

First deconstruction: love in hand be a jack-of[F]-all-ndns Second deconstruction: rebooting i have made a life of s[c]ham[e] [ctrl]definesshame: a painful feeling of humiliation or distress caused by the consciousness of wrong or foolish behaviour [alt]definescham: etymologically shame comes from … Continue reading →

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Reading Conditions

Posted on November 14, 2012 by Francois Lachance

I love the camp tone of this opening… at least camp to me. The Perfect Library Imagine, if you will, a perfect library where the reading room is lit by the soft pulsing lights of fireflies & the wood that … Continue reading →

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Tumbling Tops and Bottoms

Posted on November 13, 2012 by Francois Lachance

This wee bit of ekphrasis is short. And these two lines from it operate in a way similar to the point at the waist where grain follows grain. Form reflecting description. Glass is your horizon, your world where wood is … Continue reading →

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Libraries of Tears

Posted on November 12, 2012 by Francois Lachance

Time passes. Pain does not. And upon rapid reading, book with tear is stained. Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint, Instead of dirges this complaint; And for sweet flowers to crown thy hearse, Receive a strew of weeping verse … Continue reading →

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Circle: Book, Hand, Book

Posted on November 11, 2012 by Francois Lachance

As the light fades, no attempt to bring on artificial lighting. This is how “A Happy Birthday” ends — on the image of the hand. I could easily have switched on a lamp, but I wanted to ride this day … Continue reading →

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Lines & Lives

Posted on November 10, 2012 by Francois Lachance

“Stop. Start Again.” from Richard Sanger Dark Woods On the last day of the year, in the last year of the century I was born in, I went into the woods with my brothers. It was cold, there was a … Continue reading →

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Blousy Blooms

Posted on November 9, 2012 by Francois Lachance

Gillian Sze has an impeccable eye for the cartographies of sensuality. Take this bit from “Mapping the Garden” in Peeling Rambutan . . . A brothel of lilacs Four bushes of heavy-chested women. Their embraces can last two weeks. They … Continue reading →

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Intersection of Temporalities

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Francois Lachance

To the writing belongs one time series. In Wabi Sabi, a book by Mark Reibstein with art by Ed Young, there “are Japanese haiku that appear decoratively throughout the book.” They are also gathered at the end with transliterations and … Continue reading →

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Pause and Tumble

Posted on November 3, 2012 by Francois Lachance

from “Beds” in Can I Finish, Please? by Catherine Bowman These lines float like a haiku in the onrush of lines… you are enskied          in the mockingbird’s               indwelling song See what I mean by tumble… you are enskied          in the … Continue reading →

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Podiatry of the Poem

Posted on October 31, 2012 by Francois Lachance

Catherine Bowman “Jesus’ Feet” in notarikon Blessed be the vulnerable heel. Blessed be the footstep, for it was our first drumbeat. Blessed be the footprint and the bird track, for it was our first alphabet. Blessed be the feet stained … Continue reading →

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