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Try a Read of Try Never

Try Never

By Anthony Madrid

50 pages


Canarium Books

Try Never actually tries a little bit of everything in its 50 brief pages. As a result, they are overflowing in poetic styles, allusions, music and imagery. Whether voiced out loud or sung in your head, Anthony Madrid’s collection presents a rhythmically diverse and dynamically alive universe, but one in which consciousness is trying to grasp identity in an ultrafast, cluttered, post-modern existence.

Rhythmic and rhyming (whether internal, end, or otherwise) poetry can easily trip into sing-songy triteness. But Try Never is built on a solid frame of verse that still flexes with enough rhythmic variance to keep up a challenging, sometimes syncopated, beat. 

The stanzas are drum-tight, with rhyme, half-rhyme and alliteration pounding out the syllables. In a poem like ‘Quinacenera’, the rhymes also tumble from one verse into another in a continuous rhythmic cartwheel. The effect can be like listening to a virtuoso guitar player who thrumbs a steady bass-line on the bottom strings with his base digit, while the rest pluck up and down the frets of the four highest ones. 

Think of a truncated Gerard Manley Hopkins mixed over a slighly funkier Tuck Andress.

In content, Try Never is not narratively cohesive. The poems present a multitude of ground-level snapshots of a sort of apocalypse of the mundane: a “Boarded-up shop” faces a “Severe terror rain”; a “basketball held underwater/Wants violently to come up”. You may have to piece meaning together out of the disparate images throughout the poems, but once you do, you get a full view of quiet desperation. 

Try Never delivers a blurrying amount of potential significance in the rush of imagery. But the repetition, rhyme and rhythm keep it all in focus. 

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Dusting Off: Borb

Well, not quite dusting off (Borb was published in 2015 by Uncivilized Books) so much as catching up with a unique work in the line of Orwell, Bukowski and Jackson that’s also a tragic poem in graphic novel form. Woven from a collection of self-contained comic strips that could have been clipped from a few months-worth of newspapers, Jason Little’s dialogue-light panels recount the drunken very-misadventures of the alcoholic and homeless titular character. Each strip is a verse in the overall tragedy, superficially echoing a variety of down-in-the-gutter literary works, but completely devoid of any (even bleak) romanticism. Borb is still compassionate, if clinically so: Little’s vision is a surgically precise imagination of the anti-life of Borb, bleakly-lyrical as it presents the flaws that led to his downfall, the physical toll that alcoholism and homelessness wreaks on his body, soul and mind, and the lack of responsibility on the part of the modern polis that pins him tight in the gutter. And the narrative cycle of the book, starting in medias res and leaping back in time to the edge of Borb’s fall, threatens to implicate the reader in the whole process – proving no one gets out of this gutter unsullied.

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A Literary Listen to Chaos & Star Records

Beautiful Children With Pet Foxes: The Single, by Jennifer LoveGrove, Christine Fellows and John K. Samson

Rich & Poor: The Single, by Jacob Wren and Andrew Whiteman

Vinyl Recordings/MP3 Files

Chaos & Star Records/BookThug Inc.


Serious artistic collaboration between writers and musicians has a rich history in North American popular culture, reaching back at least to Jack Kerouac riffing his poetry in a spontaneous call-and-response jazz improv with saxophonists Al Cohn and Zoot Sims. While that musical partnership served to accentuate an existing text, the goal of BookThug’s new recording imprint is to produce condensed, fresh artistic creations (along with a little commodification) through blending the talents of indie music artists with indie literary writers.

The results are more like “So There”, the B-side to Mercury Rev’s 1993 single, “The Hum Is Coming From Her”. The avant-rockers teamed with poet Robert Creeley to build an amusement park soundscape beneath a flume of Creeley’s wandering words, turning the poem (originally published in 1976) into an entirely new dramatic work.

These two 7-inch singles from Chaos & Star (solid samples from its continuing series) are meant not just to excerpt existing works and touch them up with a soundtrack. Rather, the intention is to grow new self-contained pieces, through a words-and-music-mash-up that creates dynamic meaning in the closed space of a pop song time-limit.

But the most immediate reaction the music will evoke is that it isn’t pop. For example, Beautiful Children with Pet Foxes contains excerpts from LoveGrove’s poetry collection of the same name, set to abstract, ambient sounds that morph the poems into dark lullabies. They will not remind you of John K. Samson’s work with The Weakerthans. The sparse undercurrents feature lightly plucked and bowed strings that gently urge LoveGrove’s slow, deliberate delivery forward, knotting music and words into a series of hypnotic tides; or tapped keys that float through and between the words, buffeting, and occasionally coarsening, the poems.

Rich & Poor moves from sparse, classically influenced music, to a bit of Philip Glass, to industrial stamping that fuels the rage inherent in Jacob Wren’s novel about a man plotting to kill a member of the rich elite in a self-styled revolutionary act. The shift of musical genres paints an aural portrait of class difference, ranging from smooth aesthetics to rhythmic, guttural rage. And that’s just the A-side. The flip plays like an extended remix, one that pumps up the industrial angst while more explicitly underscoring the not-so-simmering anger that is inherent in today’s growing economic divide.

In the playlist ecosystem of the contemporary music industry, the single is king. Similarly, in the information world, the bite-sized chunk is the preferred serving for digestion. Chaos & Star Records isn’t trying to transform literature into a series of playlists or twitter-essays. This format offers a bit of a modern choice for the literary and/or music-minded to consume their art in – even if the vinyl option represents a bit of a hipster throwback.

Flip through the new arrivals here.

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A Read with Moonglasses

Moonglasses Magazine

July 2017 & September 2017

Reading Moonglasses Magazine is less like sitting back and cracking open a copy of Mad, or leaning forward to click through The Onion, and more like a night out at The Improv. You enjoy a series of comedic monologues that are slight on narrative and long on first-person-driven conceits. But the pieces that make up the latest issues of Moonglasses also have a literary virtuosity that makes up in appealing strangeness for what they might lack in straight-ahead laughs.

From the July issue, Ricky Garni’s “Since We All Die, Why Do We Have People Die (In The Movies)?” is a poem that rapid-fires its imagery, like Steven Wright on a PCP-laced speedball. “Insecta Dermaptera” by Kathryn Lee Wilgus (September) is a bit of Kafka-turned-John-Carpenter that is humour for the not-so squeamish. Kyle Hemmings’ “Notes on The Biography of E. H. Munch” (September) is more of a traditional parody, successful in both ridiculing intellectual pretention while, in turn, just goofing around in a Without Feathers-era Woody Allen mode.

The regular ‘Things We Wrote When We Had Acne’ feature is a bit of inspired self-curation, where grown-up writers dig into their personal vaults to offer up works they wrote back when, well, they had acne. Jared Moore’s tale of heroic video-game immersion, “Mortal Fury”, and Taylor Fang’s Shel Silversteinian “Food” are solidly juvenile yet charged with the pure, unbridled creative fervour that only youth can bring – and generally, wish to offer up to an unsuspecting audience.

If you want to spend some time examining life through a warmly-warped perspective like these ‘Moonglasses’ provide, put them on here.

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These are the Terms

Terms and Conditions: The Graphic Novel
By R. Sikoryak
107 pages
Drawn & Quarterly

Satire can be a very serious thing.

Often found wrapped tightly in layers of meaning and texture, be they comic or otherwise, satire is worked at from within a much denser medium than the cheap laughs of farce and with more complex literary weapons than simple ribaldry or puns. It can reflect the world back at us in extra dimensions; advocate for a specific point of view while excoriating others; and inform while entertaining. From John Dryden and Alexander Pope to Kurt Vonnegut and Flann O’Brien, up to latter-day practitioners like T.C. Boyle, satirists are experts at confounding and amusing simultaneously.

Juxtaposition is a tool that offers a way to exploit sensibility and subjectivity through making fun of opposing viewpoints, while also pointing to some sort of resolution of the opposition. And pastiche is juxtaposition’s key ally. It’s a smarter version of imitation that does not simply rip off another writer or make fun of a target (as with simple parody) but creates new, slightly warped versions of reality.

R. Sikoryak’s Terms and Conditions is an audacious epic of juxtaposition and pastiche that tackles one of the behemoths of modern culture: Apple Inc. Sikoryak takes the ‘terms and conditions’ that we all automatically agree to, almost on faith, when we sign up for the cornucopia of the Apple ecosystem (including but not limited to iTunes) and uses the graphic novel form to flesh out and delightfully illustrate every section and sub-section. He does this via slightly skewed versions of well- and less-known scenes and characters from the history of comics and graphic novels. A variety of versions of Steve Jobs is integrated in each, appearing as hero or villain or stooge. Here: as part of the gag in an Archie strip; there: cued up with The Walking Dead crew.

In Terms and Conditions, the esoteric legalese that consumers gleefully ignore like the calorie content fine print at the bottom of a burger menu is mashed-up against a breezy rainbow of action-packed illustration. The panels reflect the banal obsequiousness of the ‘terms and conditions’ through a Garfield strip in one instance. The demanding nature of their restrictions is accented roughly as Beetle Bailey is berated with them in his barracks in another. They are rendered absurd when jammed into the narrative of the primitive “Albert and Pogo” strip (from way back in 1946) to outline the consequences one faces when opting into the “Popular Near Me” feature. Sikoryak brings it all to a close as a contemplative Jobs-i-fied Ziggy watches the sunset at the beach, while gently informing us of the last time the terms were updated.

The joke and overall point turns on this invasion. Steve Jobs and Apple infiltrate the history of popular culture much as, in the real world, the tech giant absorbs the marketplace for everything from books to games to TV shows – and then turns around and mediates consumers’ access to their content through an evolving rights landscape they don’t bother to map before-hand.

What does it say about us? The target of the satire is our essential irresponsibility, as we trade control of aspects of our lives and actions to satisfy our immediate desires. But, on the bright side, the way Sikoryak livens up the terms and conditions actually offers a way for us to start engaging more responsibly in the consequences of some of our most basic, and frequently occurring, consumption choices.

Agree to the Terms & Conditions.

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A Fix of Coffee and Truth

I’m Antisocial – Coffee Never Lies

By Mallory Smart

96 pages


Bottlecap Press

This (to borrow from Jerry Seinfeld) is Poets in Hyper Urban Settings Getting Coffee.

Okay, more specifically, it’s I’m Antisocial – Coffee Never Lies, in which Mallory Smart takes the well-worn cliché of poet as ‘artist-in-residence of the coffee house’ and plunks it down in a contemporary context where the artist remains fairly anonymous; sometimes by choice, sometimes not so much.

The context is a modern urban café complete with free wifi and a cast of biz suits & hipsters. The point is a bit of drama on the role of the artist in a post-Pandora’s Box society in which everyone is a visionary, but where those visions are mainly myopic.

It’s also a place for Muses and Musers to zone out together in the kind of lounge chair set-up where with “a book, or/headphones, you can usually/avoid the awkwardness/of others.”

The brief narrative that underpins the book’s theme of disconnection is a scene Smart repeats from a number of angles: an anonymous businessman picks up her copy of Dalton Trumbo’s Johnny Got His Gun and begins to lecture her on it, despite his obvious lack of familiarity with the novel. This awkward moment illustrates the casual disdain of art and lack of respect for the artist (and maybe for expertise of any kind) in a world that artists are still trying to express some meaning into.

If the setting of the collection is monochromatic, the verse that spins inside is kinetic – a caffeinated mix of short syllables and prose-based bursts in a variety of thick fonts, along with a carnival of cartoon imagery (added by illustrator Joey Grossman) in the margins that accents the playfulness of the text and frustration of the situation. It’s a situation in-line with Smart’s lamentation of a life in which “every morning we would make neither love,/nor war, but coffee./neither would change things/but I still need a fix”.

Which is what those who crave a good dose of lyrical cynicism and brutal truth still search for in poetry. And who can find a nice quick fix here.

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Dusting Off: Love Minus Zero

A delete bin’s worth of autobiographies released over the past decade by ex-punkers who have settled into memoir age hasn’t necessarily made for collective appraisal beyond a garage-tinged look at the sex, drugs, slam-and-roll counter-culture of their youth. Love Minus Zero, Lori Hahnel’s 2008 novel based on her role in Calgary’s first female punk bank, The Virgins, is poignantly different. Set in the late 70s/early 80s First Wave of punk in which fictional all-female Calgary band Misclairo briefly rise, it is a sombre exploration of the personalities that drive counterculture and what happens when the initial energy fades. 

Misclairol and associates quickly experience the smoulder-out of their own movement as it provides the kindling for a more violent and less-inclusive hardcore scene. Subsequent forays into reality and adulthood for the band and scensters means an uncomfortable normalcy for some, or following the nihilism to its logical end for others.

Hahnel’s writing style is suitably punk rock, in the First Wave sense. Rather than an anarchic hack at narrative that draws more attention to technique than substance, she uses straightforward, unadorned prose that, like the music, is all about getting to the throbbing heart of the matter.

Join the pogo here.

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