03 November 2015

Reading in Peterborough November 4 with Tara Azzopardi!!!

It's my first non-school reading in Peterborough in about 30 years. And it's Mansfield Press's first-ever Peterborough launch.
Over and out.

04 September 2015

Upcoming shenanigans

Busy, busy summer. And moving into a busy fall.

Shelter Valley Folk Festival, Grafton
This weekend, September 4 to 6, I'll be part of the Artists' Village at The Shelter Valley Folk Festival in Grafton, just 15 minutes east of Cobourg, where I've lived since leaving Toronto. At my tent, I will be selling my own books, as well as a selection from Proper Tales, including my two new chapbooks, Grey Snotes and Cobourg Variations (expanded second edition), and Richard Huttel's first full-lengther, That Said. I will also offer the following: I will read a poem for visitors to my tent for free; I will write a personalized poem for $5; I will conduct a 20-minute poetry workshop for groups of 3 (minimum) by donation. The festival features an amazing lineup of musical acts, plus dancers, craftspeople, writers, and visual artists.

Art Bar Reading Series, Toronto
Then, on Tuesday, I head to Toronto, where I read at the Art Bar Reading Series on September 8, along with Joe Fiorito and Nancy Bullis. That happens at the Black Swan, 154 Danforth Avenue, 8 pm.

The eBar, Guelph
On October 7, I head to Guelph to read at the eBar in Guelph, just upstairs from the amazing Bookshelf, at 41 Quebec Street. The event will also be a launch for local writer Michael Kleiza. Happens at 7 pm.

Translating Horses Launch, Toronto
Back to Toronto on October 22, for the launch of the Baseline Press poetry anthology Translating Horses, edited by Jessica Hiemstra and Gillian Sze. I have a poem in the book. The launch happens at 6:30 pm at Supermarket, 268 Augusta Avenue.

The Other 23 & a Half Hours Launch, Cobourg
I don't have all the details for this one yet, but on October 23, I'll be taking part in the launch of Catherine Owen's The Other 23 & a Half Hours: Or Everything You Wanted to Know that Your MFA Didn’t Teach You, from Wolsak and Wynn. I contributed to the book, and at the launch I'll be doing short talks on small press and collaboration. I'm guessing this will happen at the Human Bean around 7 pm, but I'll let you know.

Ottawa International Writers' Festival
I've been invited back to my favourite writers' festival (well, it's tied with the Lucerne festival in New Denver) for October 25. I'll be reading poetry from A Hamburger in a Gallery, plus some new stuff, and I'll be joined by Nicholas Papaxanthos and Tara Azzopardi, whose brilliant poetry debuts — respectively Love Me Tender and Last Stop, Lonesome Town — will have just been released under my "a stuart ross imprint" from Mansfield Press. The where and the when will be forthcoming, but you can always check out the Ottawa International Writers' Festival website.

Ottawa Small Press Fair
Boing! Right back to Ottawa on November 7 for the Ottawa Small Press Fair, which is always a lot of fun, mostly because the Ottawa small pressers are such a wonderful and welcoming community. Goes from noon till 5 at the Jack Purcell Community Centre, 320 Jack Purcell Lane. I'll be doing a Stuart Ross/Proper Tales table, and maybe a Mansfield table too.

Indie Literary Market, Toronto
The Meet the Presses collective is gearing up for another Indie Literary Market at the Tranzac on November 21. I think it goes from 11:30 till 5. I'll be there with a Proper Tales/Stuart Ross table. The winner of the bpNichol Chapbook Award will be announced. There will be an amazing array of micropresses.

When I feel like a washed-up has-been, I remind myself that I'm a pretty busy washed-up has-been.

Over and out.

31 July 2015

Monkey Bars in Banlieue!

Just arrived in Montreal for the Banlieue! exhibition opening tomorrow in Laval at the Maison des arts. The show is curated by Montreal poet and organizer of many things artful and literary Catherine Cormier. The theme of the exhibition is suburbia, and Catherine asked me to be one of two anglophone writers to write a piece on that subject. I wrote a multi-part tale of Bathurst Manor, the Toronto suburb where I grew up. The piece is called "Monkey Bars."

I am a bit terrified of this opening tomorrow because I don't speak French. On the other hand, it's very exciting that my text will appear in full in the exhibition catalogue, and a portion, translated into French by Catherine, will be on the wall in the gallery. There are a ton of artists involved in this show, and I'm excited to see all the different approaches to the subject that will be on display.

I like this link I have to Montreal, and especially to the francophone community. Winning that award in 2013 from l'Académie de la vie littéraire au tournant du 21ème siècle, which led to my co-translation, with Michelle Winters, of Marie-Ève Comtois' second poetry collection, with the English title My Planet of Kites. And now this. I mean, it's tenuous, but it's something anyway. Meanwhile, I am working on my French.

Here's the programme for the day's events.

Over and out.

28 July 2015



I’m trying to eat my hamburger
and people keep posting photos
of this dead lion an American
dentist paid $55,000 to kill
in Zimbabwe. Please pass
the mustard.

Stuart Ross
28 July 2015

Over and out.

14 July 2015

Cobourg house concert featuring Cannonball Statman, Mallory Feuer and li'l ol' me

When you live in a small town, and you want things to happen, sometimes you have to make them happen yourself.

On Friday, I'll be reading some poems as the opening act for two amazing young musicians from Brooklyn. We'll be performing in a backyard a few blocks from where I live.

When I heard that Cannonball Statman and Mallory Feuer were touring the U.S. and bits of Canada, I offered to set up a backyard concert for them here. My friend Mark Donnan agreed to provide the yard and to co-organize the event. I became aware of Cannonball through his mother's postings on Facebook. I loved his thrash-folk approach. Reminded me a lot of Brenda Kahn, whose Goldfish Don't Talk Back is an anti-folk classic.

Cannonball's mom is Katherine Koch, the daughter of the late Kenneth Koch, one of my favourite American poets. Kenneth was a poet/novelist/playwright; Katherine is a painter and memoirist; Cannonball's dad, Mark Statman, is a poet; Cannonball is a songwriter/musician. What an amazing lineage.

Through Cannonball I became familiar with the music of Mallory Feuer, singer and guitarist for the Grasping Straws (though she's performing solo on this tour). She also dips her toes into folk, but with jazz and soul influences as well. And lots of thrashing. Fantastic songwriter and singer.

I'm going to read a few new poems to kick the evening off. If I can manage it, I'm going to steal a song title from each of the artists and use it as a title for a new poem, something I did when I shared a stage with a couple of folk acts at the Hillside Festival in Guelph a bunch of years back. Either way, I sure am looking forward to meeting Cannonball and Mallory and seeing them perform live.

Cobourg is only 75 minutes by car from Toronto, 90 minutes from Kingston, 40 minutes from Peterborough. So come on down for some down-home thrashmusic and thrashpoems.

Over and out.

01 July 2015

A Hamburger in a Gallery — the first review; the last?

I'm grateful to rob mclennan for blogging about my latest poetry collection, A Hamburger in a Gallery. I appreciate that he recognized the broad range of work. That whole book is about eclecticism, perhaps more so than any of my previous books. rob writes: "Ross’ poetics shift from the surreal to the straightforward, from the concrete to the downright meditative and philosophical, as well as through a strange humour, self-aware and even ironic sadness, and sense of deep loss that permeate much of the collection."

This is the first review of Hamburger, and I can't help but wonder if it'll be the last. I've noticed that I've been getting progressively fewer reviews of my poetry books. It might be the fact that there are fewer venue for poetry reviews, especially in print. It might be that my books have become increasingly confounding. It might be that I'm of much less interest than I used to be, when my books were being reviewed in the Globe or the Star. (Though I'm also aware I am very fortunate to have ever been reviewed in the dailies!)

It's been a very strange book to read from. Each time I've presented from it, at a launch or a reading, it's felt like a crapshoot. But last night, for example, at my Cobourg launch, I was amazed at how open (most of) the audience was; they weren't all poetry fanatics, like you might get in a Toronto or Vancouver audience. But they stayed with me as I wandered from one-word poems, to faux translations, to whatever else I found in those pages of this book of experiments.

My next collection, coming out in spring of 2016, is going to be an entirely different animal. It may be my most coherent poetry book yet. It's my attempt at a mainstream collection; I thought that might be a fun experiment. But I'm grateful to editor/poet/friend Jason Camlot and DC Books for kicking my two weirdest collections — Hamburger and Dead Cars in Managua — out into the world.

Over and out.

29 June 2015

Triple launch in Cobourg, June 30

It is true that I now live in Cobourg, even though all the Toronto hasn't been shaken out of me. On Tuesday I'm launching my three new books in my adopted town. I've seen a lot of support for my launches since I moved here, but I'm nervous about this one. Maybe the novelty of a Stuart Ross book launch has worn off. Will anyone show up?

The Toronto launch last week, which featured books by Gary Barwin, Chris Chambers and me, was a huge success. The Supermarket was pretty much full, and we sold a respectable number of books. I really enjoyed reading from A Hamburger in a Gallery, which is a tough book to read from. But I'm figuring it out. And while I agonized over which essay from Further Confessions of a Small Press Racketeer to read, I ultimately chose a winner: "One Muse Please, With Extra Pepperoni!" Chris and Gary were also in top form that night. It was a good one.

Who knows what'll happen in Cobourg?

Over and out.