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December 21st, 2017

REVIEW Refugium: Poems for the Pacific

by Yvonne Blomer (editor), with a foreword by Adam Olsen.

Halfmoon Bay: Caitlin Press 2017.

$22.95  /  9781987915532

Review by Phyllis Reeve

 

What is a Refugium? Yvonne Blomer, editor and guiding spirit of this anthology, borrows her definition from the Canadian Oxford Dictionary as “an area in which a population of organisms can survive through a period of unfavourable conditions, especially glaciation.”

Online we find variations, from “a location which supports an isolated or relict population of a once more widespread species,” to something closer to the fish tank in your doctor’s waiting room: “A small aquarium that either sits next to or hangs onto an existing saltwater or reef aquarium … to continually cycle water into and out of the existing tank.”

So a refugium is something small attached to something bigger in order to aid the slow processes of survival and revival. These are not poems about or to the ocean, but for it.

Yvonne Blomer

As the City of Victoria’s poet laureate, Blomer decided to use her position “to do something to draw attention to the plight of the Pacific Ocean.” She hopes to start a conversation “on grief and the solace of poetry,” as she told Amy Reiswig of Focus Magazine (Sept. 6, 2017):

I hope the book isn’t the only place that the Pacific Ocean thrives in 20, 40 or 100 years from now.… But in creating a book that is for the Pacific, a refugium for it, I hope we’ll inspire creation of real-world or outside-the-book refugia.

In her poem “Water and Weeds,” which is not included in the anthology (regrettably none of her own poems are), Blomer writes, “When I begin to write, I want the lines of a poem/ to be the small pebble that drops to the water’s depths.” I think that is what she wants for all the lines of all the poems in Refugium.

Jin-Me Yoon

The Pacific Ocean is the object of considerable artistic attention of late. Refugium launched at the Maritime Museum of B.C. on October 5, 2017, in tandem with an exhibition of work created by 21 visual artists in response to the book. The Pacific, the inaugural exhibition at Emily Carr University’s Libby Leshgold Gallery, considers the ocean as “a shared and connected space.”

In Spectral Tides at the Nanaimo Art Gallery, the Korean-born Canadian artist Jin-Me Yoon looks “here and there across the Pacific … a body of water shared at the margins by the place where she was born and the place that is her home … tides rise and fall at different times and different places, yet they are connected by a shared ocean.”

But Refugium is less about connection and sharing than about isolation and grief. Looking out from B.C. shores, the poets are more likely to see garbage and plastic clogging the waterways than people looking back towards us. Of the eighty poets, only ten are from outside Canada – six from the U.S., one each from New Zealand, Australia, England, and Japan.

Kaneko Misuzu, author of the poem “The Memorial Service for Whales,” died in 1930, and her translators Yukari Meldrum and Alice Major live in Edmonton.

Of the Canadians, the vast majority live on the west coast. This is not the shared ocean — although it may be an Ocean that shares us.

Kaneko Misuzu 1903-1930. Japanese stamp, 2003.

Two poems by Vancouver poet laureate Rachel Rose open the anthology with reminders of our oceanic origins:

Once we belonged. We belonged for wet

millenniums, then we exiled ourselves.

The poems that follow are vaguely divided into three sections: “Reflections,” “Humans on It,” and “The Living Infinite: Endangered,” with epigraphs by classic sea-storytellers Jules Verne and Herman Melville; by senior British Columbia poet Patrick Lane, warning that “sorrow and sorrow and sorrow will be ours;” and by Canadian science journalist Alanna Mitchell, author of Sea Sick: The Global Ocean in Crisis (McClelland & Stewart, 2009).

Emily McGiffin

Many of the poems lament and berate. Oil tankers and styrofoam are everywhere. One gets the point but finds little poetry in Lorin Medley’s “Outliers of Industry” — “the head-banging, carbon-dioxide-breeding crowd” — or Emily McGiffin’s  “Coal Trains:”

… beach vacations

GoreTex, all the little

party favours of the age.

 

 

Joe Zucchiatti reads at Mac’s Fireweed Books in Whitehorse, Yukon, 2016. Joanna Lilley photo.

In “The New Jerusalem,” Joe Zucchiatti wants “plastic to look like plastic again.” He imagines a religious icon comprised:

of a disposable shopping bag

discarded and windblown into the ocean

incandescent in the wave

like an angel headed homeward

to that heavenly vortex

where all the other

faithful, dutiful, discarded

plastic bags have gathered.

Wendy Morton’s “I Walk to the Beach with Jenna after Watching This Changes Everything” has no real need of a poem; the title says it all, assuming we are all familiar with Naomi Klein’s message condemning the current era of neoliberal market fundamentalism.

Christine Lowther.

In “Rich,” Christine Lowther reconciles the underwater domain with the prevailing threat, and she more subtly references Klein:

Cut the engine tie one rope to the dock drop everything

dive in clothes on best to purge it all wash the day’s

drain from body and clothing

the water cold, so cold, changes everything.

It is not impossible to blend poetry with propaganda. In his richly allusive “Glenairley: An Elegy,” David Pimm memorialises Pisaster ochraceus, the purple sea-star:

Life passes in the intertides,

where purple pentangles

once broadcast their spawn —

talisman for a decade

glimpsed between beach huts.

Now I read of viral lesions, wasting,

shed star-arms — wave-washed

mush, gone. As I write, my hand

both amanuensis and echo.

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They died

facing west,

the direction of last things —

like England’s monasteries.

dissolved.

Refugium’s poets pay homage to sea creatures: salmon and whales, obviously, but also parrotfish, turtles, glass sponges, a molting elephant seal, and jellyfish — especially jellyfish. I counted at least a dozen jellyfish poems. Brenda Hillman in her incantatory “Pacific Ocean” tells the jellyfish “you are not ‘endangered’ yet.” Perhaps it just feels good to write about “moon jellies.” One cannot always be with M.W. Jaeggle, “barrelling/ towards global peak.”

Kate Braid

I want an anthology to contain one or two poems I can make my own. Refugium gave me Kate Braid”s “Small Boat: IV.” I recognise that trauma that was supposed to be pleasure sailing:

I swore I wouldn’t be afraid, this time.

I’d cast off, fenders

(I know the word, took the course)

curl the rope (line) carefully, stow it

where I can reach it again, quickly

and (I hope) soon, soon

as we reach the far shore. I swore

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I wouldn’t be afraid only you didn’t tell me

there would be white caps and this upward diving

into a wilderness of water.

Another personal favourite is Luther Allen’s “Sinking,” which reminded me of Lummi Island boats even before I learned that was the poet’s island:

there are those of us

at the bow of the boat

breathing deeply

eyes front

teeth bared

for anything.

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and those

at the stern watching

what was

disappear with the wake

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and the dwindling orcas

who would say

if they could

there are too many boats

heedless

no matter the gaze.

Tim Bowling

All is not doom and gloom. Tim Bowling’s “Found Poem of Strait of Georgia Insults” begins: “You’re a Dull Oregon grape you black-bellied plover of a long-billed dowitcher. You lugworm, you screwshell,” and then tumbles gleefully through a perverse celebration of maritime names, concluding with “Goddamned mud shrimp. Surf scoter. Seaclown triopha. Gribble. Sea noodle. Dunce cap limpet. Bladderclam. Whelk.”

Maleea Acker. Vivienne McMaster photo.

Maleea Acker’s “Hook” tosses overboard presentist political correctness in nostalgia for the Gulf Islands of not-so-long ago:

I miss the grizzled sailors at Telegraph

who smelled of wood smoke, tobacco and rot

gave us line when ours snagged,

yanked us out when we tumbled from the dock

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and:

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I miss when the Feds owned everything worth anything on the sea,

prawn boats always full, logs the size of houses, everyone we knew

living aboard or building one in their yard. Then we cursed

out every powerboat on Channel 16, sidled up

to sandstone at Gabriola, nabbed flounder, threw

the same dogfish back cast after cast, his mouth

bloody mess, still he went

and went for the bait.

Pisaster ochraceus purple star. Mick Otten photo.

Blomer would “like every reader to refuse plastic bags and straws, to buy drinks in reused glass or tin, and to think before buying or throwing something away … to consider what we eat, how we get around, what we wear and where it comes from, what we use and where it will end up.”

But surely anyone who looks inside Refugium is already committed in some measure to this way of refusing, buying, throwing, and considering. We know about Russell Thornton’s “bitumen-slicked” shorebirds and Betsy Warland’s Great Pacific Garbage Patch, where “countless marine animals die.”

And we recognise the frustration of Anne Hopkinson’s activism:

You sign that petition, send that letter, stand

at the legislature, not once — once is not enough —

but again and again

until the law is strong,

until it is enforced

But is this poetry? And if so, is poetry an effective way to send the message? And to whom is it sent besides those who already stand and sign?

Yvonne Blomer beckons. “I’d like you to think of this book as a hand held out to you, inviting you into a conversation that is one part of a larger conversation, perhaps the most important one to take place in our Anthropocene age.”

Joe Rosenblatt

A conversation consisting on one side entirely of poetry risks offering too many of what Joe Rosenblatt in The Lunatic Muse called “poems fabricated at will and filled with hamburger helper, poems devoid of any real poetic inscape” (The Lunatic Muse [Exile Editions, 2007], p. 118).

It is not clear that the poetic muse can thrive on good intentions. Arleen Paré’s “Verses, the Ocean, the Tipping Point,” concludes:

words massive … public and personal

collapse material or psychic oceans

us in complete overwhelm.

That is another risk: that the reader on the shore of the Pacific — exposed to eighty poets lamenting, grieving, and advising — may succumb to “complete overwhelm.”

And that would be a pity.

Many of the poems have been previously published, but the poet who writes a poem with a message presumably wants to repeat the message as often as possible. The poetry reader who is also an activist — or about to become an activist — now has a rich source of quotations.

Bruce Cockburn

They, and the Pacific Ocean, now also have a protest song, “False River” by Bruce Cockburn:

False river

dark flow

How far do

we have to go?

Torrent tumbles

to the sea

This ain’t the way it’s

supposed to be

False river

The lyrics are in Refugium, and you can find the Cockburn performance on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhBXirzp3Ic

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Phyllis Reeve

Phyllis Parham Reeve has written about local and personal history in her three solo books and in contributions to journals and multi-author publications. Recently she wrote the foreword to Charlotte Cameron’s play, October Ferries to Gabriola. She is a contributing editor of the Dorchester Review and her writing appears occasionally in Amphora, the journal of the Alcuin Society. A retired librarian and bookseller and co-founder of the bookstore at Page’s Resort & Marina, she lives on Gabriola Island, where she continues to interfere in the cultural life of her community. More details than necessary may be found on her website: http://www.phyllisreeve.com

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