Monday, 26 September 2011

Book review in Poetry Quebec

Poetry Quebec published a review of Some frames, written by Lori Cayer.

Jack Hannan: Some Frames
Lori Cayer
Armed with the knowledge that this volume is a collection of older work from 1978 to1984 and new work beginning again from around 2005, I brought to my reading a specific curiosity about the intervening 20 years when Hannan did not write poetry. I read the book in the order presented then I read it again chronologically, looking for clues.

The earlier work is at once peripheral—using elaborate phrasing and occasionally obscure syntax—and deeply specific, grounded in the real world. Together the poems offer the unfolding of the spiritual, the intensely intimate relating of world and self. The poet is alive in a teeming stew of imagery and he translates it in careful detail, offering life’s temporality.

from 1978

To have one thing matter
is to give everything meaning,
and so clutching at straws is no
foolish endeavor, but just
one way of living
page 78

The lines flow at length from one to another using commas, line breaks and periods interchangeably, giving the impression of run-on sentences veering off from the original point, but indeed each poem has an oblique direction of its own which Hannan follows to the end, sweeping panoramically around the point and taking everything else in with it. Drawing an understanding of the poem at large is the sum of its poem-like stanzas, the total of its collective perceptions. The poems are packed so full there is little room to let air move through them, but if that is a criticism it is a weak one because it is the indulgent passion of these poems that drives their wisdom.

from 1980

...Inside the package
is another package, and another:
they turn to sticks, and with such loose beauty
we make a box.
page 56

The newer and newest poems in the book fall into two camps; in one, the poet’s elaborate, thoughtful style is in evidence and remains in fine form. In “Any letter standing still and floating” I think I find my answers to how Hannan might view what writing is after the 20 year interruption: perhaps he ponders now the necessity of being such a precise mediator of his world and is more given to reflection.

from 2000’s

“...It has been a long time since I’ve felt such assurance as to
be able to stand back, far off, and not be taken along by the flow of
whatever given may cross my path.”
page 19

then

“...I’m afraid I’ve
fallen into a kind of mysticism, and what I’m thinking about is really
as much a shadow at the back of my own mind.?
page 22

In the other camp are poems with a new tension, a mature sardonicism and a remove in some poems where the poet himself is not the central character. At times these poems require a commitment of imagination. Strangely crafted of fragments, they give an impression of being roughly-hewn and indeed many are built of artifacts of modern language and advertising sloganism.

The Dwayne poems are a modern fable and a true departure from the poet’s earlier style. Dwayne is given to making lists that leave the reader both enlightened and exposed. These poems are energized by a foreboding, a shadowiness at the heart of Dwayne, who is getting by on sarcasm instead of sadness.

from 2000’s

You’d better decide who you are. And now?
Now who are you? Now?...”
page 36

The Dwayne poems are plain speaking and utterly in the present; they are not a translation of the world around him but a poetic transcription of it.


At its heart, the book is about love and how it redeems what could be construed as sadness, never pandering to self pity or regret. This collection is a masterful effort that asks us to see the beauty at the edges of things.

 from 2000’s

“So much kindness in the curiosity
and one must as often stand to wait when the water
will pour in over everything.”
page 43

Some Frames
Jack Hannan
Toronto, ON: Cormorant Books, 2011.
pp108. $18:00

Sunday, 14 August 2011

Lit Live. Hamilton. Sept 4, 2011

See You . . . In September

The Lit Live organizing committee would like to thank our visiting writers and our faithful audiences for making our recent season such a success. While the reading series will close down for the summer, we will return on the first Sunday in September when we present Shane Rhodes, Daniel Scott Tysdal, Lolette Kuby, Jenn Farrell, Michael Lithgow, and Jack Hannan. Please mark the 4th of September in your calendar as the night we'll all get together again at our favourite hangout, Hamilton's Skydragon Centre. As usual, the start time is 7:30 p.m. We'd hate to have to start without you!

Yellow Door reading, Aug 25

The Yellow Door
POETRY AND PROSE READING
www.yellowdoor.org
3625 Aylmer, Montreal (between Pine & Prince Arthur) Tel: 514-845-2600
Founder, producer/host Ilona Martonfi  514-939-4173

Thursday, August 25, 2011
Doors 7:00 pm    Reading 7:30 pm    At the door $5

An Evening of Poetry, Prose & Music

Michelle Alfano Co-organizer of (Not So) Nice Italian Girls & Co-Editor with Descant. Bressani Prize winner for Made Up of Arias (Blaurock Press).

Ehab Lotayef Author of the poetry book, To Love a Palestinian Woman, TSAR 2010. He writes in English & Arabic.  www.lotayef.com

Niki Paquin QWF Mentorship participant for non-fiction, 2008. She is working on a first book, So Close to the Sky: Journey with a Tibetan Family.

Jack Hannan's most recent book of poetry, Some Frames, was published in April 2011 by Cormorant Books.

Catherine Chandler Author of Lines of Flight & winner of the 2010 Howard Nemerov Award, employs form to investigate & communicate reality.

Ken Kalman Poet, playwright & novelist. Author of Jesus Loves Me, a novel (Xlibris 2003); Short stories & poetry published in Canada & U.S.

Tom Fox is a classical singer with a rich bass voice. His repertoire includes operatic duets and solos in English, Italian, French, and Russian.

CKUT Radio

Tuesday, Aug 16, an interview about Some frames, with Jeffrey Mackie on CKUT Radio, at 7:30am!

Monday, 4 July 2011

Poetry Quebec

Four poems were published on the Poetry Quebec website, on July 1.
 http://www.poetry-quebec.com/pq/poems/article_424.shtml


Jack Hannan: 4 poems
Watermark

There was a form of opening outward in our thinking,
which seemed very real and became
a thing that one person
could actually give to another, this lasted
for a long time, until it lost some of its liveliness
and grew a little crazy, without change, into a sort of abuse, nearly gestural, though there can be no blame in it, the night
gathers into its hours the stars and your coming home
in and out of the light of each post, your speed
is a naming that draws
those white lines across the sky, pulling day
through its sieve down around you until morning, now
the anxiety shakes itself off
again, to be remembered only obscurely
as a star, a phrase,
in the odd wake-up calm, lemon-tasty, and coffee,
an old friend
reappears, and you allow yourself the thought that
this is the one who can really know me, somehow
the patience you must find
is right there, like the light in a pumpkin, it is given
over to you to understand the pictures
through their touch, the singing lessons ask more   
questions than they answer
to you, shy horse,
day after day my door has been open, and I'd say now
nothing has changed, I have been nocturnal and that
altered nothing also, it only
made the  superstitions worse, he
removed his boots to collect mementos
that could be brought back, into glass, and another
plain meaning, hyphen or adjunct



In cities without evening

Isn't it rather difficult for a man
to keep quiet? I have the tape of your voice
and I play it often. I am thankful for the hindrance
you've put my way. Hear the night? Finally
 worry, in autumn
I took it down to match the wall
no longer so warmly graced
I would like to learn another way to approach you
who are so often with me, in my thoughts
along the roads here that we walk, I feel funny imagining
my furrowed brow and how
that must seem to you, have you forgotten how long
my arms really are? I still like
those bright colours as I seem to recall them (the red
hat and coat, for one) in the rice-paper morning, oh no
I hadn't meant to speak like that, the crisp
tinge or tingle in the air



 5 For example

Your fingers are long and thin and the colour of my heartbeat
Your fingers trace lines across the sand,
Your fingers draw astonishing moments
Your fingers curl slightly, your nails
tapping the surface of existence
clear and hard
And you are not patient
Your fingers are my phenomenological refutation
Your fingers are more than my memory has brought to the surface
Your fingers are the directions
Your fingers are this night
Your fingers are the sounds of the wind through the trees in Rome
Your fingers stretch across a month of afternoons
And the doors swing open and are tied with string
Your fingers are the breeze soothing the spine of a stupid talking head
Your fingers are the technical healing of electrical patter, silence
Your fingers are the arrows of voyages
That are never said out loud
I am curious and I wonder about disappearing and
Your fingers with one oval silver ring trace a long suggestive line across the map
from here to, say, anywhere along the Atlantic coast
your fingers covered with the taste of sea salt




Assume a void

Assume a void exists without
the hands of your own need, and already
something moves toward filling it,
so even in that silence you can trust
plain song, what felt like nothing, becoming.
The character of that silence moves out into the clear
of the valley, the lights, the silence
is of listening before you go on, as it comes
into your head, a young girl's sleepy eyes closing
at midnight, dreaming
the attraction of things, the mountains, the lovely
textures of the distances she will travel. Someone sings
her, and she dreams my whole world, the song
mustn't end before the dreaming.



These poems are from Jack Hannon's book of poems Some Frames, Cormorant Books, 2011

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Reading at "The Word" Bookstore, with Bruce Taylor, June 14.

Bruce Taylor (No End in Strangeness) and Jack Hannan (Some frames)

will read from their new poetry collections from Cormorant Books


Tuesday, June 14 at 7:30 p.m.

The Word Bookstore
469 Milton Street, Montreal

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A review of Some frames on Radio Canada International

http://www.rcinet.ca/english/column/BIBLIO-FILE/14-48_2011-06-08-some-frames-by-jack-hannan/