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Late Review 01

By Christian Bök

Yesno.jpg
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“Bad abba the endgame. In-
seminal doomdom alert:
pueblo naturans or
else. But the breadcrumbs are gone, and the
story goes on, and how
haply an ending no
nextwise has shown us, nor known.”
from “Tale”
in Yesno
by Dennis Lee
Anansi Press, 2007
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Dennis Lee is probably most famous in Canada for his books of light verse written for children, particularly the book entitled Alligator Pie (with its eponymous poem). Given that A. E. Stallings has discussed the work of Edward Lear in one of her posts, I am hoping that I might now make good on my promise at Christmas to address in more detail some recent poetry by Lee—a writer whose singsong cadences and rhythmic nonsense might, at first, call to mind the work of such a Victorian influence.
Yesno is the sequel to Un—and like its predecessor, the sequel deploys a neologistic style (reminiscent of Paul Celan) in order to speak about the forthcoming catastrophe of the environment. Lee has written a poetic lament about the willingness of humanity to rush onward into an ecological holocaust of the future—and while the tone of the work seems mordant in its playfulness, Lee strives to rebuild our fractured discourse in order to sing out against a disaster too horrible for ordinary language.
Lee pries apart words, detaching affixes from their roots and stems, in order to remix them into new permutations, just as the “gene wranglers” might remix the DNA of organisms at the brink of extinction. Lee thus fragments his language into a “mixmuster of raggedy allsorts” full of coughing stutters with their own species of “whacked grammar.” The rugged syntax of his music almost calls to mind a bestial chatter, whose nonsense reveals the “high whys of/ lossolalia,/ one blurt at a time.”
Lee has explained such work by remarking: “it wasn’t enough just to speak about the pressure we’ve put on the earth; language itself was under the same pressure, and I had to listen as intently as I could, to discern the new forms it was taking.” His work suggests that the apocalypse of our ecological devastation has likewise entailed a linguistic devastation, to which poetry must bear witness, thereby testifying to the loss, not only of endangered habitats, but also of indigenous cultures.
Lee remains ambivalent about our future, taking note of both its hopeful promise and its direful outcome. He strives to “tilt at the corporate mindmills,” whose “noful” ethics might ignore the “swoosh of warmwarning,” even as he extolls the “bog templars” and “bupkus quixotes,” whose “yesward” ethics of stewardship might yet “cleave to the judder of habitat mending.” He implies that, amid this “clang of no alibi, the scrawk of un/ uttered,” we must nevertheless go “scritch-/ scratching for relicts of yes….”

Comments (2)

  • On February 20, 2008 at 11:51 am Sina Queyras wrote:

    Christian,
    Thanks for bringing up Lee, a poet who takes a unique route to a kind of nature or eco-poetry. A much more honest route to my mind, prying language apart, making us rethink the very structure of the words themselves, let alone the implications of them and our thinking on our planet. A dire lullaby for us, but hopeful too in its willingness to look (and hear) so deeply, in its beautiful “scritch-/ scratching for relicts of yes….”

  • On February 23, 2008 at 12:35 pm Lanny Quarles wrote:

    well it’s certainly good to see judder and scritch! I’ve used those words for a very long time.
    I wouldn’t disagree with your purposing or the good echo of the helixial, I’ve had language as a recapitulation of the RNA world for awhile, poor roughed out logic it may be, but ponder the malleabellevabullity of language as an omen of the dis/use of the space of chora as nothing other than ‘consievability’. The Anti-Metaphysical, Spinozan line up through Deleuze and back through wonderful eccentrics like John “Walking” Stewart.. Materialists who like those poor animals who try to return to the cave are met with a babel-like labyrinth of voices (politics)..
    Lanny Quarles


Posted in Uncategorized on Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 by Christian Bök.