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Category: A. Garnett Weiss

  • Wind and Water 2023 Contest awards first place to JC writing as A. Garnett Weiss

    JC thanked the judges and convenors of the Prince Edward County Arts Council’s Annual Wind and Water Writing Contest for selecting her cento as the winning poetry entry.

    The cento “For our many moods, there is nothing like a lantern” uses lines drawn unaltered apart for reasons of punctuation from individual poems by 9 different poets in The Next Wave, An Anthology of 21st Century Canadian Poetry, Jim Johnstone, Editor, Palimpsest Press, 2018.

    Here’s what the judges had to say about the poem: “This cento captured this year’s theme in both form and content, offering a moving depiction of the poetic ties that connect one person to another.”

    The year contest this year attracted the highest number of entries since the competition was established by the Arts Council in 2019. JC’s cento won the inaugural contest that year.

    JC saluted each of the writers and poets who shared their fine work this way. Here’s a link to reading the winning entries and honourable mentions: https://countyarts.ca/wind-water-writing-contest/

  • Ontario Poetry Society and Aeolus House Poetry Afternoon April 15, 2PM-4PM

    JC reads from her collection, Bricolage, A Gathering of Centos, at the Spring into Poetry in-person book launch, Saturday, April 15 at the Toronto Public Library’s Main Street Branch, 137 Main Street.

    IB Iskov, President and Founder of the Ontario Poetry Society (TOPS), and Aeolus House Publisher Allan Briesmaster co-host this TOPS event at which members will read from their new titles.

    JC, who serves as a member-at-large on TOPS’ executive committee, will read a cento from her collection. Which one will she choose?

    Here’s a link to the TOPS website with full details: https://www.theontariopoetrysociety.ca/Events.html

     

  • JC’s “Find a poem” Workshop for NCR Canadian Authors Association

    JC was delighted with the turn-out for the April 11 ZOOM workshop on how to find a poem as a way to celebrate National Poetry Month!

    Whether erasure, black-out, or cut-up poetry intrigues (or all 3!), this hour-long interactive session engaged local and faraway participants in exploring the possibilities for creating an original work from texts written by others. Centos were off the table for the discussions which focussed on erasure or black-out poems.

    One writer commented she would use the learnings from the session with her students, who often freeze at the blank page when they try to write a poem. Another noted she hadn’t known much about found poetry and would add it to her repertoire.

    JC thanked Arlene Smith, Chair of the National Capital Region CAA, for hosting the event and for the invitation to meet with these poets and authors, keen to discover new ways to the heart of a good poem. And she welcomed the lively conversation about the possibilities writing found poetry create.

    Copies of JC’s collection of centos, Bricolage, are available from bricolage.weiss@gmail.com. 

  • BRICOLAGE in the Poetry Super Highway 2023 Great Poetry Exchange

    JC Sulzenko participated in the Poetry Super Highway’s Great Poetry Exchange by sending a copy of her collection of centos to another poet whose address the US-based publisher provided. She wrote BRICOLAGE as A. Garnett Weiss, her pseudonym.

    Here’s the link to the list of poets whose work featured in this 2023 initiative:
    https://www.poetrysuperhighway.com/psh/great_poetry_exchange/

    “This exchange is the brainchild of the Poetry Super Highway, which offered a most welcome lift in the dead of winter. Some 101 poets joined in the program and were paired randomly. I am most curious about my ‘twin’s’ poetry and look forward to the surprizes in store for me,” JC commented.

    “Thanks to publisher Rick Lupert for the idea and for showcasing the work of participating poets on the Poetry Super Highway site.”

    The Poetry Super Highway explains its mission this way: “To expose as many people to as many other people’s poetry as possible.” The publisher encourages users to read poems, submit their poetry for publication, enter its annual poetry contest, and peruse its directory of writing and poetry websites.

  • BRICOLAGE stays a finalist: JC Sulzenko congratulates winners of the CAA’s Fred Kerner Book Award

    JC congratulated Catherine Graham (winner) and and Susan Olding (Honourable Mention) who took home top awards in the Canadian Author Association’s (CAA) Fred Kerner Book Award Contest.

    She feels honoured to have had her collection of centos, BRICOLAGE, among five finalists for this national prize. Aeolus House published BRICOLAGE in 2021 under her pseudonym, A. Garnett Weiss.

    Here’s a link to the June 18 announcement from the CAA :
    https://canadianauthors.org/national/fred-kerner-book-awards-2022-winner-and-shortlist/

    The judges’ wrote about BRICOLAGE in this way:

    “A paean to the intoxicating power of not only the written word, but also of “borrowed” words, Bricolage is a singular triumph of centos—new poems created from other poets’ verse. Written over the course of a decade, these affecting, absorbing homages are a double-delight: first as cerebral, many-layered musings on both the fragility and resiliency of the human condition astride space and time, and second as a chance to honour the brilliance of the original works.”

    In thanking the judges for placing BRICOLAGE on the short list, JC welcomed their generous comments about the poems in this gathering of centos. “BRICOLAGE remains in very fine company on the shortlist.” JC also thanked the CAA for the way in which the organization nourishes its members.

    The Fred Kerner Book Award is awarded annually to a Canadian Author Association member who has the best overall book published in the previous calendar year–whether fiction, nonfiction, or poetry. Fred Kerner was a devoted and long-time CAA member, an author, journalist, editor, teacher, and mentor.

    Copies of BRICOLAGE can be obtained from bricolage.weiss@gmail.com, Books & Company (Picton, Ontario), and Octopus Books (Ottawa).

  • Centos for the 21st century –lose yourself in BRICOLAGE

    On October 15, JC and colleague Blaine Marchand gave a by-invitation, in-person reading from their new poetry collections for friends under the canopy at the most hospitable winery in Prince Edward County, Half Moon Bay Winery.

    This event followed Aeolus House’s virtual launch of JC’s book of centos, BRICOLAGE, and Blaine’s BECOMING HISTORY on Thursday, September 23 before some 100 viewers.

    “It’s a real pleasure to read aloud in front of people whose reactions are immediate and true rather than confined to the small screen,” JC observed.

    On each occasion, JC read more than a dozen poems, including one cento that reuses lines from various poems in BRICOLAGE in memoriam the child victims of residential schools. “I didn’t know what to do” will remain unpublished as a one-time only cento of centos,” JC stated.

    BRICOLAGE comes out under JC’s pseudonym, A. Garnett Weiss, adopted to give her distance from her lyric or narrative work.

    JC admitted that gathering her centos into a volume proved challenging but also brought joy. She thanked poets Olive Senior, Keith Garebian and Gregory Betts for providing the fine comments which appear on the book’s back cover. She also acknowledged how grateful she is to fine artist Diana Gubbay for allowing her stunning “Cathedral Forest” collage to grace the book’s front cover. Here’s a link to Ms. Gubbay’s website: https://www.dianagubbay.com

    “I thank Allan Briesmaster for publishing BRICOLAGE. It was an honour to share the programs with Blaine Marchand.”

    To order BRICOLAGE for $18 plus shipping and handling, please email bricolage.weiss@gmail.com.

    Copies of the book also can be purchased from Books & Company in Picton, Ontario, or from Octopus Books in Ottawa, Ontario .

  • Impromptu poetry morphs into BESPOKE POETRY or POETRY To-GO– JC Sulzenko writes poems on commission

    “I just can’t resist the challenge: writing to a subject not of my choosing, suggested by someone whom I didn’t know beforehand, for the most part, to mark a birthday, an anniversary, a special event or person, or in memoriam,” JC admits. “I’ve now launched “BESPOKE POETRY” to give me the chance to create new poems this way.”

    JC began her love affair with poetry written on demand many summers ago at what was then known as “Art in the park,” a showcase for artists, crafts people and assorted others in her neighbourhood.

    Wearing a lot of sunscreen and with paper pad and pen, she set up a table and offered to write poems for visitors at $2.50 each, the proceeds of which went to a charitable organization. She cannot remember to which one the modest take went that first year.

    She attached certain caveats to the process: payment upfront; she held the copyright to the poem; no one could dispute what she had written; she reserved the right to refuse to write on a subject with which she was not comfortable.

    Those who dared to test her skills were interviewed briefly about the subject they had chosen, then sent away to wander among the artisans. When they returned, they picked up the poem in a neat scroll. More often than not, they unravelled the poem and read it on the spot. And commented. Almost all very pleased with the result.

    Though not a big fundraiser, JC found the experience exhilarating. “I used a number of the poems written at that festival in “Fat poems Tall poems Long poems Small,” my ekphrastic book of poems for families and children to which Ottawa artists contributed interpretative illustrations.” Several other poems found their way into chapbooks.

    For a couple of years, JC returned to the venue, adding a tent and chairs to facilitate the interviews and for the sake of privacy. Each year, the price tag went up by a bit. The final year of her participation, the funds raised were donated to a local hospital.

    Then she stopped, overtaken by other writing projects including “Boot Crazy” and later by “What My Grandma Means to Say,” her book and play about Alzheimer’s disease.

    Now she has taken up poetry on commission again with enthusiasm. The process begins with agreement on a base price for the poem, which can take the form of free verse or rhyme. The ‘buyer’ pays JC upfront. Then, there’s an interview which can take as little as 10 minutes over the phone or up to an hour face-to-face, where that’s convenient to the parties.

    JC considers carefully what she has learned about the subject and writes the poem within the timeframe agreed to in the discussions. The length of the poem can vary depending the subject matter. Once she’s satisfied, she shares the poem and asks for comments as to accuracy only. If there are any factual inaccuracies, she corrects them and then provides a final text.

    She asks that the poem not be published without her prior permission and then only with clear acknowledgment as to her authorship.

    “I have written about a granddaughter’s graduation from high school on her birthday, the death of a child, a dog who dreams. It’s such an adventure, never knowing where a new poem will begin or to where it will take me.”

     

     

     

  • “Siren,” A. Garnett Weiss creates a found poem inspired by Silver Birch Press’s Nancy Drew Anthology, published October 1, 2016

    Siren

     

    When you feel like talking, tell

    these stories.

    In fine antique gallery paintings,

    even those depicting angels,

    a woman is seen gliding over the water

    dressed in such a flimsy, evening-type dress

    you will forget what happened,

    if you capture her.

    From somewhere nearby,

    hear low singing

    sounds like some fairy tales.

    Refuse to follow.

    Don’t look back.

    Hunt for something luminescent—

    the phenomenon of fireflies,

    a flirtation

    through a tangle of vines;

    cold light

    like a mirror,

    calm as the water

    a ways offshore—

    absolutely true.

     

     

     Found poem key: all phrases are non-contiguous and are taken unaltered from “Nancy Drew: The Secret of Mirror Bay,” Carolyn Keene, Grosset & Dunlap, NY, 1972. Page references per line follow: Line 1: p.65; Line 2: p.107; Line 3 and 4: p. 95 – one phrase split into two lines; Line 5: p. 2; Line 6: p.138; Line 7: p. 8; Line 8: p.73; Line 9: p. 24; Line 10: p.65; Line 11: p.45; Line 12: p.60; Line 13: p.141; Line 14: p.22; Line 15: p.151; Line 16: p.61; Line 17: p.78; Line 18: p.157; Line 19: p.100; Line 20: p.23; Line 21:p.120; Line 22: p.105

     

     

     

  • Brick Books Celebration of Canadian Poetry Series features JC’s introduction of A. Garnett Weiss who celebrates Al Purdy and Friends

    The day before Canada Day, Brick Book’s website featured JC’s article on A. Garnett Weiss’s use of the cento form to celebrate the writing of poets such as Al Purdy, Lorna Crozier, E. J Pratt, Monty Read, Molly Peacock and Leonard Cohen.

    Here’s the link to the article:  http://www.brickbooks.ca/category/news/celebrate-canadian-poetry/

  • Day 30 poem, “Generation, from memory,” the last piece in the month-long poetry challenge

    I accepted the day 29 prompt in NaPoWriMo.net because the Day 30 prompts from that site and from Found Poetry Review were not a good fit. I am pleased to have participated in this month-long writing challenge but, at the same time, feel relieved it’s over. And apologetic that I was a day late once in a while.

    Here’s the prompt: “write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details… You could start… every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,” or leave them all in, or leave just a few in….”

    What has emerged is a more personal poem than my other offerings this month. Perhaps that’s fitting for the last in this series, perhaps not. I’ll let the poem be for a while, then may revisit “Generation, from memory.”

    Thanks to Found Poetry Review and NaPoWriMo.net for kick-starting every day in April with great ideas.

    Generation, from memory

    In May, the jubilant pronouncement: “I’m pregnant!”
    Your mother’s words turned an ordinary day into a celebration,
    then draped me in a shawl of worry: Would she be alright? Would you?

    In June, she popped pills to stem the nausea, then slept day-long.
    My gentle words that this would pass so inadequate,
    I offered mint-leaf tea, dry toast, warm blankets and hugs.

    In July, a visit to the midwife, tattooed and pierced, tightened
    the worry around my shoulders. I asked myself could I trust
    her judgment, her experience? Could I trust her with my daughter?

    The rapid thrum/thrum/thrum/thrum of your heartbeat filled the room
    when you were smaller than a lime, still on the tree. At that moment
    I understood the passion, the argument about when life begins.

    In November, my hand on your mother’s stomach—smooth,
    without stretch marks, swollen to watermelon size— I felt
    you kick at me as though you were dancing the can-can.

    In January, on walking home with your mother from the spa,
    sudden cramps stopped us every ten minutes, then every five,
    then every fifteen as she breathed through your false start.

    I packed that evening, took the long ride home, even though
    I wanted so badly to stay, to wait with her it hurt in my gut.
    I gathered the shawl to me but felt its cold through the car window.

    Then a text message: your mother and father were at the hospital,
    your mother resting well with a local anesthetic.
    I sat in the living room, sipped wine, held your grandpa’s hand.

    Waiting, worrying, waiting, worrying, waiting, worrying,
    waiting, worrying, waiting, worrying, waiting, worrying.
    In the silence, the shawl constricted like a straitjacket.

    The phone rang, delivering your mother’s voice.
    She sounded like a child herself.
    “He’s here! It’s a boy. I’m looking at him.”

    I tasted tears as I put down the receiver. I cast off the shawl,
    left early the next morning to greet you before you were a day old.
    Coming into the hospital room alone that first time to hold you,

    light as a feather, I studied your eyelashes and tiny fingernails, traced
    the line of your soft cheek with my arthritic hand. I both believed
    and couldn’t believe the wonder you are, of my flesh, my blood.

    I began singing “Hush little baby, don’t say a word…”
    for the first time in almost thirty years
    and remembered all the words.