rob mclennan

shrapnel

for derek beaulieu
 

                                the body, gives
                                out
                                        : twinkle
 

                a star a

                wash
 
 
 

                                                oh baby

                        the cut
                                        : of jibness
                        glib
                                in the act
 
 

*
 
 

                        tailor delays
                                                the free-fall

                        / hardest cut

                        complaint
 
 
 

                                                                        a tree-trunk

                                                        axe

                                                                laden, heavy
 
 

*
 
 

                                                                        gives

                & takes away:

                                                a tear
 
 

                                blood work done to sort the cells
 
 
 

                        an imitation of pleasure
                        of text on his/her lover’s abdomen
 
 
 

                                                would we write this ?
 
 

*
 
 

                                                conscript the lines

                                                the draft, close the door
                                                                to incoming
 

                                                        against their own will
 
 

                to testify against the fact
 

                hard-ball is played
 
 

                                        a tether on a stick
 
 

*
 
 

                                                a limitless purse:
 

                        the day we entered, the two towers
                        of light
 

                                full-blossoming, & strange
 

                                                        a cut the artery
 
 

*
 
 

                        moreover & whatnot
 

                        a convict’s pleasure, hands
                                        waving
 

                                the soundtrack of a city
                                                         Chicago
 

                                                : poems
                                                : band
                                                : musical
 
 

                                        is, where

                                                                he wanted to go
 
 

*
 
 

                                        the figure, full
                cut
                        an extension
 

                identifying marks

                                                a skin
                                                a bone
 
 
 

                                these things edify our selves

                        a cold brutality
 
 

*
 
 

                        pen is less sharp
                                                        pencil
 
 

                                        O
 
 

                fatherless muse, bastard
                                eggs on the drive
 
 

*
 
 

                out the bay
                of windows
 

                                                bone
 

        things go
 
 
 

                                madness
 
 

                       jihad
 
 
 

                                        on overdrive
 

*
 
 

                        slice the heart
 

                thin
 
 

                        skin
 

                                        outdoor
 
 

                        mayonnaise
 
 

                                into
 
 

*
 
 

                                                the noise of Bluebeard
                                                when you’re the one
 
 
 

                would that be, a
 
 
 

                                        chance at
 
 

                        in belonging,
 
 
 

                                                        would
 
 

*
 
 

                        not like anything left
                        reduced

                        panoptic
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                                                her medals in the glass case

                                                same weight as a cookbook
 
 

03.12.05



Interview with Meredith Quartermain
(conducted by e-mail from July 2003 to December 2004)

Meredith Quartermain’s books and chapbooks include Terms of Sale (Meow, 1996),
Spatial Relations (Diaeresis, 2001), Inland Passage (housepress, 2001), A Thousand
Mornings (Nomados, 2002), The Eye-Shift of Surface (greenboathouse books, 2003)
and Vancouver Walking (to be published by NeWest Press in spring 2005). With
Robin Blaser, she recently completed a series of poems, entitled Wanders (Nomados,
2002). A long poem Matter is forthcoming from Chax, and her collection of four
long poems “Highway 99” appeared as STANZAS #35 (above/ground press, 2003).
Her work has also appeared in Matrix, Canadian Literature, Prism International,
ecopoetics, Queen Street Quarterly, The Capilano Review, West Coast Line, Raddle
Moon, Chain, Sulfur, Jacket, and other magazines. She is co-editor with Jacqueline
Turner of The News at www.interchange.ubc.ca/quarterm/TheNews.htm, and
founder, with husband Peter, of the small press Nomados.
 

rob mclennan: Your publishing over the years seems to have been furtive, almost
secretive; a broadsheet here, a chapbook there, almost as though you are
cultivating an absence. With the recent collaborative Wanders (with Robin Blaser),
and A Thousand Mornings, both published by your Nomados, you seem to be placing
yourself deliberately, à la jwcurry or Maxine Gadd, as someone whose work is
difficult to find unless you know the author. How deliberate is this?

Meredith Quartermain: It might be a good idea to clarify what my "publishing
over the years" has been. In 1996 Meow Press in Buffalo (buffalo meow, as
Lawrence Upton joked, introducing me in London) published my first chapbook of
poems, Terms of Sale. This book is still available through SPD as far as I know. In
1997, I started a long project which is still unfolding, called The Book of Words. In
1998, Keefer Street brought out 100 copies of the first section, Abstract Relations.
Then Diaeresis in Florida brought out the second section, Spatial Relations (2001 —
still available, by ordering on-line) and Chax is set to bring out the third section,
Matter. It is quite difficult in Canada (especially if you live far from Toronto or
Montreal) to publish writing that explores new formalities. I self-published Abstract
Relations and more recently A Thousand Mornings  — both are prose poems —
mainly because I simply did not know of any Canadian publisher who would take
such work. However, it is getting somewhat easier. housepress brought out Inland
Passage in 2001 and greenboathouse published The Eye-Shift of Surface in 2003.
And now above/ground is doing Highway 99. So I'm beginning to find Canadian
connections.

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