Category Archives: Poetry

Cyclamen & Hazelnut

Posted on June 13, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Lisa Robertson“The Hut”Boat where snow is very rare it sn owed there are no unities just this long season o f the coincidence of hazelnuts an d cyclamen. It is the concluding quasi-hendiadys (flowers and edibles) that makes this reader … Continue reading →

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Being Gone as Mode of Letting Go

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Kim Hyesoon“Seoul, Book of the Dead – Day Twenty-Two”Autobiography of Deathtrans. Don Mee Choi No one will miss youFly away freelyWhen light arrives, offer your eyesWhen wind arrives, offer your ears And so for day 310512.06.2015

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On the Spaces of Narrative

Posted on June 9, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Lisa Robertson“The Hut”Boat what matters in the nar native is not the story but the shad ows it casts narrative becom es a linking space where elements can be ta ken up again, reanimated it holds rather t han represents … Continue reading →

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Lines and Gaps

Posted on June 7, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Lisa Robertson“The Hut”Boat I’m her e for it […] theory as a n aperture seeing subject positions through diectic spacing and pro nouns sutured a loud And so for day 310007.06.2015

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Root Division

Posted on June 7, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Sienna Tristen“snaketongue”Hortus animarum: a new herbal for the queer heart […] I know now we all need repotting sometimes, that not every plant wants water each day, that to divide is not to conquer but to propagate & still you … Continue reading →

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O

Posted on June 5, 2015 by Francois Lachance

First line of Lisa Robertson’s Boat: Day o pens That spacing reminds me of one of the topics of Robertson’s Nilling (The Story of O). There Robertson opens: I open the codex; with skirty murmur, commodiousness arrives. And a few … Continue reading →

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Leafmold and sun … a line

Posted on May 31, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Laurie D. GrahamFast Commute slow reading & pulling a single line that reads like a haiku Sun and leafmold and a form of calm, a way of knowing. And so for day 309331.05.2015

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On Prose Poem as a Form

Posted on May 29, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Sarah Burgoyne : short takes on the prose poem The more I learn about prose poetry, the more emphatically I can state it has nothing to do with margins, postcards or quirkiness. Like Rimbaud states of a morning of drunkenness … Continue reading →

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Beginning a Cento

Posted on May 27, 2015 by Francois Lachance

my mustard seed husk, my origami cosmos within within I’m more darn than breach [p. 75 & p. 95 – Tolu Oloruntoba, The Junta of Happenstance] And so for day 308927.05.2015

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Inkstone Dew

Posted on May 26, 2015 by Francois Lachance

Collected Haiku of Yosa BusonW.S. Merwin, Takako Lento, translators 628When I went to view chrysanthemums at a mountain village hut, the elderly host brought out his inkstone and asked for a hokku — Touched by the dewof your chrysanthemumsthe inkstone … Continue reading →

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