This ninth installment of Car Poems shifts gears to visual poetry. Below, Sacha Archer introduces viewers to his Framing Poems and elaborates on the power of a given frame to defamiliarize, destabilize, and ultimately expand and resignify the signs we take for granted. The four visual poems here are from a series tentatively titled Framing Poems. My main concern in this work and some other related projects is the role of the creator—in this case, the poet. Framing Poems presents the poet as guide rather than, perhaps, as singer. Someone who directs, or re-directs, your attention. As the...Read More
Month: January 2018
Meat Beat Manifesto Impossible Star Flexidisc/Virtual Meat Beat Manifesto are legendary. They’ve been around in some way, shape, or form since 1982, formed in Swindon, Wiltshere, they’re now based in San Francisco. MBM is really one guy, Jack Dangers, though it hasn’t always been that way. I first came across them listening to CITR, the radio station from the University of British Columbia in Vancouver; it must have been 1989 or 1990. It was their début album, Storm the Studio. That album came with a story, as the original recordings for it were allegedly destroyed in a fire. Their record...Read More
Patriarchy’s Latest Trick: Whose Interests are Served When Women Tend the ‘Dumpster Fire’ of CanLit?
I’m writing this piece from Britain as what you could call a displaced Canadianist but I don’t think of myself that way. What is a Canadianist? An expert on Canadians? That’s not me. My research focus is on experimental writing, much of it by lesbians, queers, and people of colour, all of whom, when they are writing from Canada, are highly critical of the patriarchal, racist, classist, homophobic Canadian state. It’s true that much of the literature that I think of as my literature was – and still is – written by folks who were born, live, or once...Read More
I watched both the AFC and NFC Championship games last weekend. I haven’t watched as much football or even NHL hockey this year and I’ve been trying to figure out why. In terms of hockey, my team sucks, but, I’ve remained a fan of hockey in general when the Habs have sucked in the past. When it comes to the NFL, to be a Chicago Bears fan is to know misery. They’ve sucked almost continually for the past 35 years. So I’ve watched a lot of football, despite my team being in last place. But this year, something has...Read More
Shopping The Official Body FatCat Records [Editor’s note: We took some time off from reviews because not much happens in terms of new music from late November to early January. We are back now.] The problem with music can often be it all sounds the same. The UK is going through an explosion of angry, male, post-punk bands these days, and, whilst I dig on many of these bands (most notably Idles), there is so much derivative shit out there, it depresses me. This always happens with any form of music, we get the trailblazers and then we get the derivative copycats. So, another UK post-punk band didn’t excite me at first when Shopping’s new album, The Official Body, came across my speakers. I sighed and pressed play. Turns out it was a good move. Shopping is classified as post-punk, but they’re all over the map, their influences are easy to find, from Talking Heads to EDM, to Public Image Ltd., and so on. But they don’t sound like anyone. Frontwoman Rachel Aggs (as an aside, my MacBook recognizes the word frontman, but frontwoman is in error) is the main reason for this, from her monotonal, distant voice (reminiscent of early PiL and John Lydon) to her idiosyncratic guitar work. Her guitars are jagged and edgy (hence the post-punk categorization), but there is so much more going on, both in...Read More
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