Sandra Alland's Blog-Like Entity

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.

On Deep Thinking, Poetry & Suicide

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

Holy it’s been a while (yet again)

Hi friends and neighbours and long-lost loves, 

It’s been a freaking age. Hmmmmm, where to start? I never finished telling you about Zorras’ tour in Canada last September and October, and now we’re in Canada again. Dear me. Since last October, we’ve been playing and teaching all over Scotland, and in Paris, Las Palmas de Gran Canaria (which I at least showed you pictures of), Amsterdam and Rome. We celebrated four years of Zorras, we celebrated three years of our queer and trans cabaret Cachín Cachán Cachunga!, and we released a new EP called Doctor Says. 

I want to write about nations, and not belonging to any, but I’m very sleepy right now. So instead I’ll just tell you about Berlin. I have photos in an upcoming show called Trans* Homo at Schwules Museum, running from August to November! Zorras also just found out that Entzaubert Queer DIY Film Festival will be screening our film, El Villano, at the beginning of August. We LOVE Entzaubert. Also, Zorras are on a free downloadable compilation from Riot Grrrl Berlin that you can find here. So much goodness in Berlin. But alas we are in North America, aka Turtle Island, seeking other goodnesses — for six months.

More news as it comes in. Sending you warmth (but not this Ontario heat-wave smog-induced warmth) wherever you are. xox

Things I Have Been Loving (Earl, Mayer, Pinder)

Fibromyalgia is kicking my ass again, and thanks also for the tornado-level winds and the snow Edinburgh.

In better news, I have been loving (and this is sincere love not sarcastic love) some poetry chapbooks. They are:

this new, intangible something by Amanda Earl (Temps des Cerises)

Kiss Off by Sophie Mayer (Oystercatcher Press)

Obsolete Objects in the Literary Imagination by Sarah Pinder (Bits of String)

Besides containing poetry that kicks your ass, these three chapbooks also come in gorgeous packages, especially those of Earl and Pinder. Don’t be buying stupid crap from the mall, get these instead!

bises, besos, xo

I interrupt my holiday to tell you that this Friday from 4pm-5pm (EST) Kingston Radio CFRC 101.9 FM will be featuring a 40-minute recording of Zorras’ live performance at The Artel in Canada this past October (plus a few tracks off our CD between 5pm & 6pm). Special thanks to Bruce Kauffman.
theeschatoncourts:

Zorras! So tonight Zorras performed at the Grey Borders reading at the NAC in St. Kitts and they were great! I had interviewed them (via email) and was glad to have such a warm response from them when they learned who I was! In the photo is their cd signed, and yes that is blood, the blood of Y who played the guitar w/o a pick but give it her all and really wanted to sign w/ her blood haha. A really good end to a horrific day!

theeschatoncourts:

Zorras! So tonight Zorras performed at the Grey Borders reading at the NAC in St. Kitts and they were great! I had interviewed them (via email) and was glad to have such a warm response from them when they learned who I was! In the photo is their cd signed, and yes that is blood, the blood of Y who played the guitar w/o a pick but give it her all and really wanted to sign w/ her blood haha. A really good end to a horrific day!