15 10 / 2014

openbarbers:

Here we are doing a pop-up at SEEP: Mirrors and Mires, curated by Sandra Alland, and featuring work from queer and trans*, deaf and/or disabled artists, in Edinburgh at the Patriothall Gallery. Thanks Sandra for taking these lovely photographs, we had a great time :) September 2014.

15 10 / 2014

tyciblog:

Cachín Cachán Cachunga Queer & Trans Cabaret, Scotland returns this month with a new exhibition called SEEP II: MIRRORS AND MIRES. Catriona Reilly spoke to artist Sandra Alland about the idea behind the project and what we can expect.
www.tyci.org.uk/wordpress/mirrors-mires-an-interview-with-sandra-alland

tyciblog:

Cachín Cachán Cachunga Queer & Trans Cabaret, Scotland returns this month with a new exhibition called SEEP II: MIRRORS AND MIRES. Catriona Reilly spoke to artist Sandra Alland about the idea behind the project and what we can expect.

www.tyci.org.uk/wordpress/mirrors-mires-an-interview-with-sandra-alland

09 9 / 2014

So I’ve curated this visual art exhibition and events featuring work by established international artists, as well as some of Scotland’s most exciting emerging artists. Contributions range from painting to film, from sculpture to performance, and explore intersectional identities and the tension between self and community.

23 6 / 2014

Here’s the short demo video from Who’s Your Dandy?, a show I programmed at Filmhouse last month. Featuring live performances by Lake Montgomery, Andra Simons and They They Theys! With film clips from brill shorts by mihee-nathalie lemoine, Sophie Norman, Tina Takemoto, Erica Cho and Francoise Doherty! BSL interpretation by Gordon Newton Wylie-Black.

23 6 / 2014

Here’s a wee video from SEEP last Feb/March at media education in Edinburgh. The show got 5 stars from The Skinny and was totally sold out. As curator, I was obviously Pleased As Punch. Please check out this brill work by 15 queer and trans* artists.

16 4 / 2014

So I hardly ever blog these days, bad me. To update you, Turtle Island was swell. I performed at VERSeFest in Ottawa, joined onstage by the brill and dear-to-me Gord Disley at the end. I really enjoyed For Body and Light —spoken word & music by Ian Ferrier melded with dance choreographed by Stéphanie Morin-Robert. Plus, it was interesting to be in Canada as an Official Scot, gave me lots of musings about nation/nationality and perceptions of personhood. Now in both my countries I’m from Elsewhere.

Then I did a wee reading in Montreal at Litpop, shared the stage with Eileen Myles, Jon Paul Fiorentino and Jonathan Ball. Great readings all around. In Cobourg an accidental meeting between my dear friend Stuart Ross and me with my dear friend bill bissett resulted in the birth of The Three Ferretpersons, a strange new sound poetry collaboration. We did our first public performance at The Human Bean. Good times. It was sad to say adieu to everyone, though I can’t say I”m sad to leave behind the cold and snow (it’s APRIL ffs).

Now that I’m back in Edinburgh I’m gearing up to read and screen a film at Pussy Whipped Festival, then the big Filmhouse screenings and performances, Who’s Your Dandy?, on 17 May. I’m super-excited about Who’s Your Dandy?, as it will feature film/poetry/singing from the amazing Andra Simons (with Joao Trindade), music from the dazzling Lake Montgomery, and the new work of my new interdisciplinary collaboration They They Theys.

Plus I’m lucky enough to be screening films by Erica Cho, mihee-nathalie lemoine, Sophie Norman, Tina Takemoto and Francoise Doherty. It’s going to be SO GOOD.

Til next time. xxx

23 3 / 2014

Upcoming at Filmhouse, 17th May! http://www.blissfultimes.ca/dandy.htm

Upcoming at Filmhouse, 17th May! http://www.blissfultimes.ca/dandy.htm

03 2 / 2014

The poster for SEEP: Fluidity in Body & Landscape, the show I’ve curated for Cachín Cachán Cachunga! Designed by the amazing Chris Red. More info on the SEEP website.

The poster for SEEP: Fluidity in Body & Landscape, the show I’ve curated for Cachín Cachán Cachunga! Designed by the amazing Chris Red. More info on the SEEP website.

18 12 / 2012

The Next Big Thing – Dec. 19th

Sophie Mayer tagged me in this ongoing project, The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. Someone tags you and then you tag five more writers with the same questions. Here’s a link to Sophie’s kick-ass contribution.

My next big thing is a wee chapbook called Naturally Speaking.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

I have fibromyalgia, which causes widespread pain and makes it difficult for me to type or write. One way I reduce my pain is to use Dragon NaturallySpeaking voice-activated software. Dragon studies your voice, your vocabulary and your writing style. It scans your emails and documents, and creates a virtual you. I came up with the idea because of the mistakes Dragon was making, and because I was interested in its preprogrammed (often right-wing and corporate) dictionary.

For my chapbook, Naturally Speaking, I dictated some poems I had written, and composed new poems at the microphone. When the software made mistakes, I did not always correct them. Instead I let Dragon have its say as my writing partner.

For some poems, I went a step further: I cried or laughed into the microphone, or I read poems in Spanish or French. The excitement and experiment of this was to see what Dragon would type based on who it thinks I am, with the added element of its strange dictionary. Many of my usual poetic concerns around language, race, class, sexuality, ability and gender came through, but in often funny and sometimes striking ways.

What genre does your book fall under?

Poetry (plus a short essay). Also the genre of ‘collaboration with artificial intelligence’.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

Poetry rarely gets made into movies, but if a miracle should occur – the ‘character’ of the poet and the ‘character’ of Frida Kahlo should both be played by robots. Sexy, geeky, transfeminist robots.

What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

In Naturally Speaking, Sandra Alland composes at the bizarre intersection of disability poetics, computer software, queer feminism and translation – creating poems that mostly do what poems usually do.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

A couple of years.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

It kinda just happened over time, like a lucky accident. I didn’t know it was a book until Rebecca Comay from espresso asked me for a manuscript and I realised it was done.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

In the case of dictating in Spanish or French, I sometimes dictated poems by other writers. The idea there was to see if a residue of the original could remain, if poetry could emerge despite or beyond language. In most cases, this did not happen (though in a few cases it did!). But this mostly failed part of the experiment resulted in some of my favourite lines. For example, Nicanor Parra’s title “Esto tiene que ser un cementerio” (“This Must Be a Cemetery”) became “Instability in a Gay Theatre and Feminine Debut”.

Also, I used some of Frida Kahlo’s diary, and I feel an echo of her comes through pretty strongly.

Oh – and it’s a limited-edition, numbered, hand-bound gorgeous hunk of a chapbook. With French flaps. Uh-huh.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Neither. It’s published by a small press called espresso, out of Toronto. Small presses are the best thing ever. Buy their stuff. More info or order: http://www.paperplates.org/naturally_speaking.html

 

Next up on Dec. 26:

Melannie Gayle

Trish Salah

Tara-Michelle Ziniuk

Jacq Applebee

Sarah Pinder

12 12 / 2012

So I was staying at the lovely L’s house. L is a superb person who I can’t believe I didn’t meet before now. She has one degree of separation from everyone I know! L showed me her copy of At The Crossroads: A Journal for Women Artists of African Descent. It’s the second issue, from 1993, and it looks like this:

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That’s Sapphire on the aged but still lovely cover! This brill journal was gorgeously designed by artist and writer Karen Miranda Augustine. It features Sapphire, Augustine, bell hooksM. NourbeSe Philip and an impressive collection of other writers and artists. I so want Augustine to digitise these journals, as they’re stellar — and an important part of Toronto history. Also, I don’t know anyone else who could design so well from what passed for computers in 1993.

In other news, I have received or purchased many lovely gifts of literature from friends and colleagues while here in Canada. I’ve managed to read almost all of them, which has made me blissful. Here’s a list of recommended reading:

1. diamondstain: poems by melannie gayle 

Get your hands on this luscious chapbook while there are still copies. It’s hand-made, very pretty and contains melannie gayle’s powerful poetry. Catch her next time she reads if you can. She’s delightful. Contact: melannie.gayle@gmail.com

2. Belladonna* #147: Transfeminism & Literature

Belladonna* is “an event and publication series that promotes the work of women writers who are adventurous, experimental, politically involved, multi-form, multi-cultural, multi-gendered, impossible to define, delicious to talk about, unpredictable, and dangerous with language”. This chapbook features an excellent essay by Nicholas Birns (“Transfeminism in Literary Criticism and Theory”) and exceptional poetry by the ever-wondrous Trish Salah. Contact: belladonnaseries@gmail.com

3. The longest day: Counting the days till tomorrow

This bpNichol Award-nominated chapbook features raw and engaging poetry by John R. Barlow, cut and pasted from John’s group emails by Czandra. John is described as “a Toronto working-class poet, networker and experimenter with email groups”. I particularly liked the line, “The happy medium is not the message”. Contact: mostlyczam@gmail.com

4. Arcana by Clara Blackwood

In this chapbook of poems based on the Major Arcana cards in the Tarot, Blackwood deftly tells both personal and mythical stories. There’s a nice balance between lyrical poems and prose poems, too. Vivid imagery that feeds the imagination. Contact: Aeolus House,abriesma@ican.net

5. Sew Him Up by Beatriz Hausner

This book of poetry features Hausner at her sexy, surreal best. “This cornucopia before her never/ cools never hardens: she takes/ her fork and stabs deep.” Indeed. Contact: Quattro Books, info@quattrobooks.ca

6. novel by bill bissett

Bissett’s first novel is a wacky and wonderful read. Surprisingly film noir and eerie, novel takes you on a disjointed and mesmerizing trip through biography, theory and fiction. Two men in love on the run; it doesn’t get much better than that. Contact: Talonbooks, info@talonbooks.com

7. Halfway to the East by Marusya Bociurkiw

You may know Bociurkiw as a novelist and non-fiction writer, but she’s also an accomplished poet. This book of poetry is as delicious as the recipes on her food blog. Family, travel, Ukrainian culture and queer love are all painted with equally colourful palettes. Contact: Lazara Press

Happy shopping! xo

Addendum: If anyone out there happens to have a copy of Issue 5 of At The Crossroads (May 1995), please write kma@karenmirandaaugustine.com. She needs it to complete her collection for digitising!

11 12 / 2012

From the afterword:

"I have fibromyalgia, a condition that causes fatigue, cognitive disturbances and severe pain. I once spent two years barely able to hold a pen. One of the ways I cope with fibromyalgia pain is to use voice-activated software — a program called Dragon NaturallySpeaking. The computer types what I dictate. Or so the theory goes … “

In this collection, Sandra Alland composes at the bizarre intersection of disability poetics, computer software, queer feminism and translation.

16 11 / 2012

Ah, how the internet does not allow for much deep thought these days. Or at least my interaction with it does not. I tend to reply to emails from my 7 accounts, try to make sense of the newest shite changes on fb, and scroll through twitter for the news and good blog postings — all before I think about blogging, something I used to spend a great deal of time doing. 

Last Sunday I caught some gorgeous readings at the not-so-well attended AvantGarden in Toronto (this is food for other thought — why is it when women, especially trans women, queer women and/or women of colour, are reading avant-garde or experimental work, the avant-garde and activist communities are both suddenly Too Busy??). Trish Salah and NourbeSe Philip gave brilliant readings, both of them jolting me back into thinking about writing and its importance, about what makes books and poetry vital.

Salah’s Lyric Sexology is a tour-de-force that I can’t wait to see in print. Her writing gives me goose-bumps, takes me to unexpected places, makes me question. More about her in this interview from Bodies of Work Magazine, where she talks about her trans, queer, Arab and Irish identities, among other deeply engaging topics. In the interview, she says:

"Since poetry is not lucrative, and in fact often operates as anti-economic activity, its value is for thought, dialogic encounter, symbolic transformation, ethical witnessing…. Even where the poet is in isolation, I think these activities invoke the social, the public, the communal."

That was my experience at AvantGarden that night, despite going there alone and not having deeply meaningful interactions outside of the readings themselves. I indeed felt like a witness, and am glad to have shared that witnessing with a few friends who were present. Sitting in the gallery at Glad Day, I was reminded by Salah and by NourbeSe Philip about the connections between humans.

Philip spoke of the deep grief, mortal contemplation and sense of guilt or responsibility caused by suicide. I have a dear friend who has lost three friends in the past year, one to suicide and two to drug overdose (which can also be interpreted as a form of suicide). It has been terrible to watch him struggle with these deaths. I lost a friend and co-worker to suicide almost ten years ago. Philip’s work affected me intensely, though I think it would affect anyone.

Her new piece, which I think is called Not Waving But Drowning (after the poem by Stevie Smith), is about her being a witness to a stranger’s suicide off of a bridge. Her writing moved me to cry, laugh and confront an existential angst that has been gnawing about my edges for quite some time. It was a moment when writing became transformative, painful but necessary, newly complex and even frightening. I don’t know how she does what she does, but she is one of the most gifted and brave writers I have encountered. It was a strange night, because instead of congratulations I offered her condolences, and a speedy release from this work. 

In her own words, “At the start of the year I was unfortunate enough to witness a man commit suicide by throwing himself off a bridge in a ravine I used to walk in daily. I have not been able to return to the ravine and have been trying to write myself back to a place where I can begin to make that daily pilgrimage to what was the bedrock for me of  “the trivial round the common task.”  Walking to and through the ravine in the morning was how I began my day – it is exactly two miles from my home to the end and back. In this essay, which has become my life line – my bridge, if you will – across a chasm created by witnessing this suicide, I am exploring several ideas, one of which the British poet Stevie Smith succinctly captures in her poem, “Not Waving but Drowning,” where we confront the ambiguity of actions. The man on the bridge that fateful morning so many months ago was not exercising as I had thought, but was preparing to jump. Or, perhaps, he fell, which brings me to Nobel Laureate Albert Camus’ La Chute (The Fall), which I am reading in translation. In this work Clamence, the protagonist, crosses a bridge at night and passes a woman who falls or jumps off the bridge. He neither looks back or attempts to help. The Fall explores his motives and the results of his actions or, more accurately, his inaction.” (From Drunken Boat)

Trish Salah

NourbeSe Philip