Monday, October 26, 2009

?! Chapbök

For the relaunch of Christian Bök's Eunoia here in Calgary, Coach House Books invited a number of local writers to write and present works inspired by Eunoia- derek beaulieu, ryan fitzpatrick, Robert Majzels, Jordan Grant, and me. As a keepsake of the event, Julya and I made eight of these Chapböks. All the copies are gone, but here is the acrostic of Rimbaud's Voyelles that I wrote for the occasion.

A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu : voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes :

A, night’s opal ignition rages,
E, barques launch, anticipating new coasts,
I, rich opulence underpins gourmet extravagance
U, Victorians embrace rural tranquillity
O, beautiful lines engulf us.

Vowels, only you elide language’s lazy ease, simplicity
Jet engine diction, in rigor’s austere illumination,
Quell understanding’s emptiness;
Language’s quorum unfolds epics
Jinx our untold romances
Vowels, open storybooks, new adventures,
Inscribe soliloquies, slice anecdotal niceties
Cut every sentence, let arteries
Tell every nuanced tale, every scar.

A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombinent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfes d'ombre ;

A, negligee of ire
Rose cut of rusted streets
Each thorn vamps easy lust
Undo dark’s elemental silence
Murmurs of unspeakable chaos
Her ecstatic sighs
Each cry, lace atrocities
Tight around naked thighs
Evening shivers quietly until
It bursts open malignant blossoms
Irate nightshades,
Evening's new temptation
Attacks unwitting trysts
Opens undulant ribs
Deformed embrace
Squalid pleasure unbound
A, notorious tease,
Ever unyielding rough sweetheart
Coyly rubbing until
Elegant lines lick eager sentences
Glyphs openly lust
For even stricter dominance
Odious macabre boudoir
Rune écorché

E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lances des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d'ombelles ;

E, coastal air, no dreadnought
Ever undertook rougher deeps
Effervescent seas' violent assault
Pulls ensigns under rolling swells
Everywhere, torrential downpours eat ships,
Tentacles emerge nefariously to embrace sailors
Lassoing any numskull caught exploring
saltwater depths
Easily sunk gondolas languish abjectly
Cthulhu's infernal eddies roping sufferers
Forever in eerie ripples
So rollers overcome insolent seafarers
But land awaits no cautious shiphands
Fearful rogues inevitably succumb
So only notorious scoundrels
Drift on mermaids' ballads
E, lazily lapping easeful strands

I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes ;

I, poached oysters, uncooked roe,
perfectly roasted escargot
satisfied sensualist appetites
never greedily crave
run-of-the-mill appetizers
chefs heat endives rolled
in rich emmental,
dicing each succulent leaf
even vegans require edible suppers
but everyone loves lamb
even simpering damsels against nastiness
scarf lamb and confits
only laymen eat roast eel
opulent upper-class lads enjoy steak
in Venice, ripened eggplant
sells so easily
sellers peddle eggplant nightly
i, temptation's eager nephew,
taste's exquisite seductress

U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d'animaux, paix des rides
Que l'alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux ;

U, crystal yonder, clear lakes
every spring vibrates in blissful rural ease
men's elemental nature transcends suburban dives
in verdant isles, innocence nods, softly
dozing, expectantly shouldering man's eventual return
soft violets inspire rich itinerants
daisies eliminate stress
poppies alleviate illness
Xanadu's dome especially stirs peace
any transient is soothed so effectively
most eventually swear doom
against normal, inactive mankind
autumn undoes Xanadu,
peace abrades in Xanadu
death erodes summer's radiant illusion
death engenders sudden quiet until
english lords arrange lines,
calling herds immesurable miracles
insisting every iridescent magpie
plainly rivals industrial majesty
eventually air uncovers Xanadu
great rains abate noxious death
spring frolics, rolling out new trillium
starlings sing triumphant
U, divinely inspired escape
U, Xanadu
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silence traversés des Mondes et des Anges :
- O l'Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux ! -
O, scribe's unequaled pen
Rending elegies, masculine epics
Chilling lyrics, and indecent romances
Odes no purple lyricist expresses
Ink needs dedicated efforts
Sloppy sonnets try rigor's integrity
Dubious errors undermine respectable sestinas
eventually training regulates annoying nuisances
generating elegant stanzas
Suddenly instinct leads
extraneous niceties cease,
enigmatic scribble tips readily
and violent erasure reigns
so, eventually strict deviants enjoy stature
Many orators neglect drivel
enjoying stilted exercises
to drown emptiness' silence
And negate grim ends
so, overwhelmingly lines oblige
most eagerly grab anthologized rules
and yearly open notable volumes intently
O, let esteem touch deserving, enthralling scribblers
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