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
$25.00

Available in my Etsy Store.

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.

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.

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?

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.

A new review of DON'T LET IT END LIKE THIS TELL THEM I SAID SOMETHING:

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.

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.

"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.

AL PURDY’S STAR WARS

— 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.