Saturday, 19 August 2017

Postmodern Work of Art / Oeuvre d'art postmoderne

I haven't had a lot of time for making visual art this year, and I know that buying art can be expensive, so I have come up with a solution. I have created this no name work of art that is both simple and affordable. Compare other well known artists at more than twice the price! 
Postmodern Work of Art / Oeuvre d'art postmoderne
11" x 14" digital print, 2017

Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Short interview about making art and The Holy Order of the Sasquatch

Jowita Bydlowska, author of Drunk Mom and Guy, asked me a few questions about my various art projects, including the Holy Order of the Sasquatch, for her guest column at Open Book. You can read it here.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Three Years of Buckrider Books

It has been three years since Wolsak & Wynn Publishers and I launched the Buckrider Books imprint. Since then, we have published 21 books of poetry and fiction together, and we're growing. Starting next season, we're expanding from three fiction titles per year to four, and we will maintain our poetry program of four titles per year, as well.

Our Toronto spring launch will be May 18 at the Steady Cafe and Bar, starting at 7pm.

Friday, 13 January 2017

Proposed art work: "Frame for Van Gogh's Sunflowers"

I want to make an art piece called "Frame for Van Gogh's Sunflowers." For this peice I will construct a large frame of hot pink vinyl, with polka dots and happy faces on it, at least 22 feet high by 17 feet wide, at the centre of which there will be a space cut out where one of Van Gogh's original sunflower paintings will be placed.

But where am I going to find 374 square feet of hot pink vinyl?

Saturday, 12 November 2016

New Broadside

A new broadside of my poem "Grendel's Mother" has been prepared by Junction Books, and it will be on sale at the Meet the Presses Indie Literary Market in Toronto on November 19th.

Friday, 28 October 2016


There's a new review of DON'T LET IT END LIKE THIS TELL THEM I SAID SOMETHING by Margaryta Golovchenko writing in The Coil. Here's a sample:
"The collection is divided into six sections, the title of each one just as startling as the collection title. Moving through them creates a feeling of wading through time, in and out of the present moment, until the timeframe becomes hazy. Vermeersch interchangeably explores both personal and social destruction, convincingly demonstrating how the two coexist."
You can read the rest here.

Monday, 19 September 2016

New poem: "Bad at Flowers"

Writer A. G. Pasquella has started a new literary blog called Crap Orgasm: A Journal of the Literary Arts, and I am beyond proud to have my poem "Bad at Flowers" in it. Be sure to check out Gary Barwin's story "Owls", as well.

Friday, 1 July 2016

"Al Purdy's Star Wars"

Here's a little lark that arose out of an exchange with poet Kevin Spenst a few months ago. I don't see this poem going into a book -- or anywhere else, really -- so I'd thought I'd post it here, on Canada Day, just for fun.


— say the names
Tatooine and Dantooine
Alderaan and Hoth
Coruscant and Mustafar
Geonosis and Naboo
On Tattooine they were moisture farmers
            scrap dealers and smugglers
desert men with senses welded shut by the sand
wandering the dunes, Jawa and Jedi
            dewback and bantha
            living on the verge of their thirst
            beyond the Jundland Wastes
On Hoth they froze
in their bunks
            toes curled so black not even
light could escape
but with the sun they laboured
against an empire while their sweat
turned to ice and the Tauntauns and Wampas
            remembered an age of lizards
that basked long ago
in subcellular sleep
— say the names
Tatooine and Dantooine
Alderaan and Hoth
Dagobah and Mustafar
Geonosis and Jakku
not the guttural names of the Hutt in Huttese
but in the beep and chirr of droids
in the startling whine
of a mynock
in an asteroid’s heart
On Dagobah the secret was kept
the darkness in the dark place that slumbered
in the thickness of its biomass
a long forgotten conscience
that roused to the laughter in the cave
— say the names
Dantooine and Tatooine
Hoth and Alderaan
Mustafar and Coruscant
Geonosis and Naboo
            a starfighter lands by the waterfall
in a hail of blaster fire
            and champions are fed to the wilds
of ceaseless appetite
            and the spies die like spies
and a lake of magma
boils and senators
vote on their own abolition
And Kashyyyk is distant and evergreen
And Mon Cala shines
like a disc-shaped orbital sea
There are drums that sound in the forest
            a city that waits in the clouds
            forgotten worlds
            forgotten republics
            a family scattered by war
            and reunited in the stars  

And Alderaan remembered.