Gussoni

https://youtu.be/Qcr1eBCKRGA

Project stills - O Planet III

Working title: O Planet III

Runtime: 59:34

Synopsis: a feature length work comprised of several linked shorts about modernity ... or muddernity.

Vimeo link: https://vimeo.com/384549197

1,000 soleils (mâtin d’hiver) par Denis Samson

VideoPoemSong 5

 A new version of an old authorial videopoem. 

I have been experimenting with language play and neologism creation for many years now. These experiments started as private notebooks that I kept purely for personal use; a sort of linguistic workshop in which I tried to organize ideas for prose (and prose poetical) pieces, such as the stage play The Looksist. 

But the approach I was taking — to break words in half and try to create new words and thought associations— became directly useful when I started writing poetry seriously and making authorial videopoems.

The YouTube video above shows one of these poems. I have now done it twice, and a link to version one is below.

In 2019, some of these poems were published as an online chapbook. A link to that project is at the bottom of this post.

Baram VI (original version of VideoPoemSong 5). Link here: https://vimeo.com/122303737

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Original text:

The po'-'sh soft

smash of water's

heavy or-ru

Is full-bore, as the

streams roar,

And, in the old homes,

The const'-'atter,

soft ant-p,

Is insect-like in

each bead.

Drip wetly

accumulates

And the ground

chills,

While warm wood

burns.

- Finn Harvor

Originally published as a chapbook by Former People. Link:

https://formerpeople.files.wordpress.com/2019/09/baram-series.former-people.shorter.jul_.12.19.may_.31.may_.9.pdf

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Yonge Street, Toronto - January

Baram 1 - an authorial videopoem

Baram 1

En février, alors que je fais mon vélo
Qui est de coleur d'argent foncé,
Pendant la nuit morte de la ville,
Un vent canadien
Dans une rue coréenne
est forte sur mes joues fraîches

Cette pauvreté froide
Sous-jacente à l'urbain
Est la nature,
C’est le cadeau
D'un dieu objectif.

Ce froid est intemporel
C'est pur.
Il relie les villes,
Nations,
Et toutes les fois
De la vie.

J'avais douze ans
Quand j'ai ressenti ce vent.
Je veux dire, consciemment.
Et maintenant,
en faisant du vélo à la maison à nouveau,
Je me dirige vers ma femme,
Reconnaissant faiblement
Son indéniable valeur,
Sa chaleur,
Son amour.

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Baram 1

While February-riding
My dark silver bike,
A Canadian wind
On a Korean street
Sharp-freshes my cheeks
In the dead of city night.

This cold poverty
Underlying the urban
Is nature,
And it is the gift
Of an objective god.

This cold is timeless
It is pure.
It links cities,
Nations,
And all the times
Of life.

I was twelve
When I first felt this wind.
I mean, consciously.
And now,
Cycling home against it again,
I head toward my wife,
Dimly recognizing
Its unnameable value,
Its heat,
Its love.

Finn Harvor

(First in Eclectica, April, 2012)

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On Authorialness 1

Writing for the Toronto International Festival of Authors blog, Steven Beattie, in an article entitled “Why Writing is not such a Solitary Experience”, describes the contemporary writer’s life as follows:

“It is not groundbreaking to point out that writing is a solitary experience. Publishing is collaborative: a network of relationships between creator and editor, publicist, designer, marketing and sales people, distributors and booksellers. Even reading is a shared endeavour carried out between author and reader; though there is no direct connection between creator and consumer, literature finds its final fulfilment only when a writer’s work is processed through the sensibility of a reader. But writing—the act of creating characters and stories out of words and sentences and paragraphs crafted in such a way as to evoke an emotional response or aesthetic appreciation—that part is done alone. Writers are almost by nature solitary creatures, introverts who spend their days, in the words of Philip Roth’s E.I. Lonoff, turning their sentences.

Perhaps this is one reason the general public maintains a notion of writers as some form of rarified or exotic animal, a species that shares traits in common with others but is nonetheless a bit apart, a bit strange and esoteric. Social media mitigates this, at least to some degree; readers now have direct access to writers in a way that they never did in previous eras. They can reach out and provide feedback with the click of a button or a Facebook like. Any author who has been tagged on a blisteringly negative reader’s review will tell you that this is, at best, a double-edged sword. Or, as Marlon James put it onstage at his TIFA appearance last fall, the worst thing about winning the Man Booker Prize is that now no one believes his Tinder profile.

Social media have inculcated in many readers the expectation that they should have instant access to writers at the very same time as the internet has opened up the means of production, meaning that more people are able to publish than ever before. This also means that what might once have been a tight-knit community has inevitably scattered. New voices are appearing all the time, many of them from remote or previously peripheral locales, which is a net benefit for writers who have long found themselves shut out of the realms of publishing that allow them an audience and for readers who now find themselves with a multiplicity of voices, sensibilities and literary styles from which to choose.”

It’s heartening to see arts journalists acknowledge that writing, as a profession, has changed, and that these changes are in many ways being driven by technology. Nevertheless, the article also raises as many questions as it answers; one has to do with the difference between writing-as-creative-activity versus bookselling. The other has to do with the aspects of literary production that are specific to Canada (which is to say, English, French, First Nations, and the influence of immigrants who are “between languages” (this last phenomenon deserves some analysis of its own because it has a more widespread effect than only on the recently immigrated).