From Oscar of Between, Part 19A
by
Betsy Warland
December and New Year holidays having just exhausted themselves. Oscar and her son are taking a stroll in their neighbourhood. It’s a monochromatic afternoon – Commercial Drive oddly quiet – idling between holiday and back to work. A rash of handmade 81/2 x 11″ posters affixed on windows, walls, poles draws Oscar’s attention.
gold hoodie
Friday,
November 18th , 2011
white and blue checkered
dress shirt
Friday, December 16th, 2011
One after another, Oscar is unable to ignore each set of eyes looking at the intimate who took the photo before …
brown eyes (has been known
to wear coloured contacts)
May, 2011
For blocks and blocks they are everywhere. All are duplicates except one that only appears once. Her thirteen-year old son remains thankfully oblivious.
black polo shoes
with white trim
Thursday,
August 18th, 2011
The angst of the intimates who made these posters, affixed them everywhere deposits itself in Oscar.
navy t-shirt
Tuesday,
January 17th, 2011
Oscar’s chest tightens with the jolt of how suddenly a life is reduced to descriptions of personal effects, details of body, location of last seen. The descriptive texts are so formulaic they quickly become a litany.
The relief of closing a door.
Oscar makes his favourite lunch of butter pasta but feels her shoulders cinch as another door opens — memories of how he almost disappeared during the first month of his life in intensive care. After dishes, Oscar makes up an excuse that she forgot to buy rapini. Tells him she’ll be back in twenty minutes. Writes down her mobile number by the phone. Reminds him not to answer the door.
Takes her smart phone. And notepad.
20 year old African Canadian
25 year old
28 year old Quatsino First Nations
19 year old Filipino
34 year old Caucasian
gold hoodie
grey baseball cap
with white & red “OBEY” logo
white and blue checkered
dress shirt
Athletic Build
brown eyes (has been known
to wear coloured contacts)
long brown hair
(has been known to dye hair)
black
polo shoes with white trim
Height: 5’10”,
Weight: 160-170 lbs
navy t-shirt
no tattoos or piercing
gold hoodie
last seen at his home
white and blue checkered
dress shirt
last seen at 11:30pm
on Water and Abbot
brown eyes (has been known
to wear coloured contacts)
last seen
in North Vancouver
black polo shoes
with white trim
last seen between
3:30–4:30pm
at crosswalk
at Park Royal Mall
West Vancouver
navy t-shirt
last seen by friends at
Garfinkel’s Nightclub…
spoke on the phone
at 5am
gold hoodie
known to take hikes or… or
long urban walks … unusual
behavior
not to return home
white and blue
checkered
dress shirt
disappearance is entirely
out of character and
a
complete mystery
brown eyes (has been known
to wear coloured contacts)
tips regarding … if you
wish to remain anonymous …
black polo shoes with
white trim
was not wearing his
eyeglasses
navy t-shirt
hasn’t been seen
or heard of
since
Guest Writer: Nicole Brossard
Montreal, QC
Nicole Brossard at Coach House Books
A TILT IN THE WONDERING is an excerpt from the Vallum Chapbook Series 2013
A TILT IN THE WONDERING
LEXICON 1
my best buy of the year is an alarming creativity
a new concept for management so business becomes
a cute gentle occupation
almost a must for you and me to be creative so
everyone takes part in the nyou wealth
I left the office I left the bar with non-written words
just excitement sur le voile du palais
I wanted you not in fiction as art money love and war
where was my lexicon where were my written vowels
I left the office I left the bar not creative
le verbe être allait dans toutes les directions
moving fast ignorant of etymology
but familiar with lemon or tulips or
such a blue sky this morning lavish thoughts
or so many slashes in meaning
dazzling jumps in connotation
where the verb stands
authentic I have to be faster than
spontaneous explanations
like continents and planets
I need to move in time
au figuré de l’intime
VISUAL LEXICON 2saw only 5 seconds of the kneeled woman about
to be throat cut by a male, saw a line of blood
from left to right on the neck
did not want to find out if it was true.
Suspect it was true. Could not watch. Would with one touch
of the finger on the screen not see IF IT WAS real if it was not REAL
had time to not see though time expanded in my eyes
and nerves neutralizing all at the same time fear anger
and what’s the w?ord? sadness gloom murk obscurity
what’s the word uckingmademenreligion
what’s the word if not repetition what’s the word
uck uck uckf uck what’s the word decapitated capitulating
capitals of blood what was that image again it was
Featured Reader:
Deanna Radford
Montreal, QC
Deanna on Twitter
I read Oscar’s Salon becauseIt is resonant.
Earlier this year, I had the opportunity to participate in a workshop on writing the between with Betsy. When she writes, “For me it’s about an approach to writing as a quest…” I am reminded of the workshop experience and my own functioning quest for deepened connection to the page.
ProfileI’m developing my craft as poet – I have designed and published one chapbook, Building Ground. I write about sound art and books for publications like Musicworks, Herizons, the Montreal Review of Books, and others. I come to poetry with music, sound, art, and photography as my primary muses. Conversations about writing within the two writing groups I belong to in Montreal are an invaluable part of my apprenticeship. I spend my days as Membership Services and Communications Coordinator at the Quebec Writers’ Federation.
“The relief of closing a door.” All the families of the missing want the relief of closing a door, knowing what happened. Details of their loved ones resonate in their familiarity: black polo shoes with white trim, white and blue checkered dress shirt, grey baseball cap. Their photographs linger in our minds as question marks. The posters, layered and tattered on telephone polls, remind us of how long it has been and that each person is loved enough for someone to distribute their image. But in this country, family members also fight conceptions of who is worthy of being found, who is worthy of answers.
I love that poem so much, Betsy – heard you read it at Surrey Muse – ‘sacred text’, as I like to say…
Could you email me a copy? Or should I print it from here?
Franci Louann
http://www.poeticjustice.ca (for bios, time, locale)
Dec. 14 Sonja Grgar/Franci Louann/Renee Saklikar
Dec. 21 & 28 open mics
Dear reader, how do you navigate “slashes in meaning”? Dear writer, how do you endure the rapidity with which a narrative can be severed? Here, on this New Year’s Day 2015, four years since “The angst … deposits itself in Oscar …” a conversation is waiting for you.
this morning 2nd or 3rd day in a row paris headlines the news—hostages taken—policewoman slain—2 brothers [the gunmen] slain—just before new year’s day in new york with my son & his family—police on go-slow because mayor bill de blasio has criticised their racist tactics. WHO are the targeted & missing in vancouver? WHO are the poor in paris/in new york/anywhere in our decapitated capitulating capitals of blood. yes as nicole brossard poetically & radically writes (in english no less bravo!—lucky for us anglophones) the OTHER in all their difference & humanity whose features affront our white corporatised universe—the OTHER who tilts our worlds. thank you to poets like oscar & nicole, deanna & all other writers/readers who keep the inquiry going.
Slashes in meaning connect one line to the next, like snakes & ladders. Slashes in meaning divide listeners, who hear different things depending on where they stand. Slashes in meaning as “dazzling jumps in connotation” — and so is that line. Breathtaking, every line, actually. I like the verbs galloping off in all directions, and inflection in time, a l’intime. Thank you. 🙂