To follow up on the last post: I swung by the offices of Coach House Books today, to exchange a misprinted copy of Prismatic Publics: Innovative Canadian Women's Poetry and Poetics (it happens!). Outside the office there is a poem by bpNichol engraved into the cement. Except it has gotten warmer recently, and the snow has melted, so all the letters were filled in. It was lovely. It had become one of mARK oWEns's puddle poems, but inside-out. (And sorry I was I did not have a camera.)
Labels: bpNichol, Coach House Press, mARK oWEns
I am surprised to find myself in the middle of three books of poetry criticism that I am very excited about. When does that ever happen?
They are:
The Poethical Wager by Joan Retallack.
Rational Geomancy: The Kids of the Book-Machine by bpNichol and Steve McCaffery (this is out of print?! wtf, someone POD this book).
Frank O'Hara: The Poetics of Coterie by Lytle Shaw.
If I were an ambitious blogger, I would write a little something about each of these. I am not an ambitious blogger, however. So we'll see.
Labels: books, bpNichol, criticism, Frank O'Hara, Joan Retallack, Lytle Shaw, Steve McCaffery
