Swollening
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• In Jason’s own words: “I started writing this book as I was working on my Master’s thesis, while experiencing sickness and pain that doctors weren’t able to diagnose, and while I was looking for another way of thinking through and writing about illness, seeking the logics of sickness that prose didn’t allow me. I wanted to explore not only the feelings of illness but perhaps attempt to theorize it for myself, to imagine potential connections between the effects of my environment on my physical feelings of safety, health, and well-being.”
• Two-time Lambda Literary Award winner Joshua Whitehead (Jonny Appleseed) is the editor of Swollening. In addition to Joshua, Jason counts among their influences Billy-Ray Belcourt (particularly his confidence bringing a theoretical inflection to his poetry), Anne-Marie Turza (form and use of language), K.B. Thors, Lauren Turner (a poetics of sickness), John Elizabeth Stintzi, Ocean Vuong, and Canisia Lubrin.
• Blurb already provided by Vivek Shraya; others by Alex Dimitrov, Leah Horlick, and K.B. Thors to follow.
• Jason is the co-owner of Glass Bookshop in Edmonton, one of the best new indie bookstores in Canada.
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Swollening - Jason Purcell
I
Things swallowed.
I call you
my body to me—I think
I misplaced a memory, the past behind
the wall and rotting. Gagging
on childhood. I need the sense to smell for it and then
let it grow, except
my senses are misfiring in the domestic.
Imposition
"There is no word for the ‘floating’ gender
in which we would all like to rest."
— ANNE CARSON¹
Not in the jam that sticks the lid.
Never under the thumb, the butter, kneading.
Not here on the shoulder do I know you, gender,
even though that’s where you put your weight and pushed,
diminished me, left holes, some threads flagging the nail on the fence
that divides one from the other, as though there can only be two
sides at genital-height, rigid division. Not here
do you make longing out of absence. It sleeves on.
My adult voice careens through the house. I catalogue
spores and motes, things that dust my smallness
and can be wiped away with a finger, blown
up to settle somewhere else.
1 Carson, Anne. Anne Carson, The Art of Poetry No. 88
Interviewed by Will Aitken. Paris Review, no. 171, 2004.
Wroxton, Saskatchewan
Bask in the summer of fathers dying.
First your orchard, then my mother’s
childhood: a place easy to imagine
the both of us being but not all at once.
Before, your own past: some fruit stolen and driving
drunk, angling the sound of the car toward
the lawn, headlights on your son and daughter’s
bedroom windows, and your wife hushing
you inside before straightening up your mess
in case the neighbours could see the direction
of you. There, the small box of your life, that contained
everything and so little of it.
After death: meeting for the first time, your grandness
diminished and all your stories
sad. Even now, after all, there is no need to be ungenerous.
We say what we can about ourselves.
If there is a word of mine you don’t know, replace it
but always for the better.
North of Nipissing Beach
I stood ankle-deep in polite water
and there was wind coming over the trees
and toward the camper where my mom and dad sat
with friends I only recognize
from one of their few wedding photos, by now out
of its frame and discarded. Under the surface,
my eyes darting little fish, so many and so