A Novel Law of Attraction

These hot, hot afternoons create space for reading, when all thought of other work has melted away. Print allows for transports of creation that I don’t think any other medium depicts. When we read, imagination is set loose to recreate its own dimensions, filling in the gaps the words suggest.

Lately, the novels I’ve read are time travelogues and new tellings of ancient story from a feminist perspective, like Madeline Miller’s enchanting Circe. Or Pat Barker’s Silence of the Girls: the Trojan war seen through the eyes of Briseis as captured trophy. And Kate Atkinson’s fabulous companion set of lives relived, Life After Life and A God in Ruins. Brilliant recreations of past eras, written by women of well-deserved renown.

By comparison, men’s novels along the same theme feel like rehearsed tropes on well-trod ground. Kate Atkinson’s novels might parallel Paul Auster’s disappointingly ponderous 4321 in subject matter, but 4321 is no match in execution for this reader’s sheer joy in Atkinson’s vast enterprise. Another contrasting example might be Salmon Rushdie’s latest, Don Quichotte, though I’m judging it, unfairly, by Rushdie’s past writing and his piece in The New Yorker, https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/07/29/the-little-king. A book I would recommend is Guy Gavriel Kay’s A Brightness Long Ago. Kay has created his own Renaissance Italy in vibrant detail, with figures and events almost recognizable but askew by several angles. A Brightness Long Ago is also a darkness in no “long ago” we know. Nonetheless, as straight ahistorical fiction, it is a reliably engaging read.

My favourite work in the genre of changing time is the provocatively imaginative and yet realistic novel of dream life, The Heavens, by Sandra Newman. An extraordinary exploration of alternative reality lived in several dimensions, exquisitely depicted. Spoiler alert: Google the dream heroine called Amelia (or Emilia) Bassano, I dare you, just as I chanced to. But be prepared for the shock, the delight, of discovering the first female poet published in English, and perhaps a famous muse. Tantalizing.

Want to pair The Heavens with a Canadian novel? I suggest Lauren B. Davis’s haunting The Grimoire of Kensington Market, set in a fantastical and yet recognizable Toronto. (In another conjunction several years ago, I’d read, by chance, Davis’s Against A Darkening Sky at the same time as Hild by Nicola Griffith. Both novels celebrate extraordinary heroines who find their own path in a dangerous world of changing politics and magic set in seventh century Britain.)

Mark Haddon’s new novel, The Porpoise, delves into the deep well of myth in his own way. The Porpoise too is a feminist fable, but somehow the masculine heroics are more realized in Haddon’s muscular prose than his less vivid dea ex machina, Diana of the hunt. You might read The Porpoise with some reluctance, if you have an aversion to wading through blood and gore— no matter how accurate and appropriate to the era described. It bewilders me that Haddon devotes much more attention to violence than to sex, though sexual acts (both illicit and marital) are at the core of The Porpoise. Is this predilection a male thing? I concede the matter of taste, in preferring less violence in the range of women’s writing above.

Like Sandra Newman’s brilliant The Heavens, Haddon slips back into Shakespearean London, jolting back and forth between mythic time and the present. Once the gruesome details have dissipated by the end of The Porpoise, its structure is clarified: ‘‘Time is repeating or rhyming, the girl arriving in the way she herself arrived, out of nowhere… It is a preposterous fantasy.” And an imaginative world that The Porpoise excels in fully creating. This novel is worth the slog through rough seas.

Why a plethora of books on time travel now, in what might be humanity’s end times? The slippages in time seem parallel to our own period, when daily news present us with radical shifts, “alternate facts” about climate change or politics. Do such books diminish or encourage calls to action? By recreating an imagined past that is gorier and/or more glorious than our present, are these books sheer escapism? How do we accommodate the worlds they describe into our daily life? Does the moment we return to gleam more brightly or does it dim in comparison? What heroics cross the mind barrier into real time, into action? Or do the novels remain a world apart in fantasy?

These books merge myth with wit so that their characters are full-bodied, complicated personalities who can’t be dismissed by a single epithet as Homer would. In this way, the characters relate to us who are living now. While reading, we share their consciousness and experience.

As for novels that travel into the future, I look forward with some trepidation to several dystopias: Margaret Atwood’s forthcoming The Testaments and Hazards of Time Travel by Joyce Carol Oates.

The books that collect at my bedside comment on one another, reflecting motifs and motives that I haven’t consciously chosen. Themes collect like iron filings. Like calls to like on my book shelf. Next up for me is Ali Smith’s Spring, which I’m surprised to read today, is about Pericles, the hero of The Porpoise. I shouldn’t be surprised. Time rhymes.

Cool breezes,

Penn Novel Idea Kingston 2018

Reading at Novel Idea, Kingston. Photo by Andrew Simms.

Fifty Years On: Walking on the Moon

This poem was published in BARBARIC CULTURAL PRACTICE, Quattro Books.

Fifty Years On: Walking on the Moon in Moulay Ibrahim

We have landed they tell us
in the centre for all Morocco
of magic & the old ways
high in the Atlas mountains
Moulay Ibrahim.

We have heard this.

What we have not heard or seen
happens for the first time
today via the one TV in the one cafe:

Apollo astronauts land on the moon
& high-step in slow motion, gawky
in grey scale.

“Ha!” says Omar. “What a stunt.
Those Americans are so clever.

But we know. Moroccans
are not easily tricked. This
is a fiction to entertain the people.
Quelle blague.”

He pretends to toss
a rock off the dusty floor at the screen.

The crowd in the cafe laugh
at the outlandish gear, the preposterous
instrument & helmet gimmicks
clumsier than any cartoon.

Still scoffing, the moon men jostle outside
& hidden in hooded dun djellabas
melt into the lunar dusk of their grey plateau.

Penn Kemp

Penn is a poet and playwright, author of 30 books of poems, drama and prose.  See pennkemp.weebly.com.


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Art, Action – Transformation

All too timely…

Seasons of the Spirit ~ SeasonsFUSION


By Penn Kemp & Susan McCaslin

Photo credit: Deborah Colvin, The Fort Gallery, Fort Langley, BC

Penn Kemp is the author most recently of Fox Haunts (Aeolus House, 2018) and Local Heroes   (Insomniac Press, 2018). New eco-poems, including her multimedia collaboration with artist Mary McDonald on www.riverrevery.ca, will be published as River Revery (Insomniac Press, 2019). Quattro Books has published two other works, Barbaric Cultural Practice, and an anthology Penn edited, Jack Layton: Art in Action.

Susan McCaslin is the author of fifteen volumes of poetry, including her most recent, Into the Open: Poems New and Selected (Inanna, 2017). She has recently collaborated with J.S. Porter on a volume of creative non-fiction, Superabundantly Alive: Thomas Merton’s Dance with the Feminine (Wood Lake, 2018). Susan can be found wandering along the Fraser River outside Fort Langley, BC in the presence of Douglas firs, hemlocks, and cedars.

Art, Action…

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Poem for Equinox, March 20

At the Moment of Equinox

I enter the garden, the ground
still held by winter, spring
almost released. I stand
at the centre into which all
flow, from which all emerge.

Wind in the upper birch stills.
The garden’s breath is so long
it is immeasurable. But I wait,
offering awareness as witness.

Pivoting, I pray. North, grant us
your clarity and strength. West,
your surrender and acceptance.
South, your joy and creativity.

East, your initiation, inspiration.
Sky, your broad view. Earth,
your ground, your holy round.

The moment is held in a bowl
beyond comprehension, beyond
belief. May we carry balance

lightly on each step of the way
till it recurs six months off. May
we find a way to become whole.

May the earth find her stability.
May the equanimity of equinox
be yours, be ours, be hers all ways
belief in beyond.

– Penn Kemp

believe 2018 Mary McDonald

Gathering Voices, April 11

Your invitation to “Gathering Voices”​, an evening of poetry at London Central Library.​​

Come celebrate Nature and National Poetry Month with us!
Thursday, April 11, 2019. 7-8:30 pm.
Stevenson & Hunt Room, Central Library, 251 Dundas Street, London N6A 6H9.

Katerina Fretwell, Susan McCaslin (the RhiZoom B(l)oomers) and Susan McMaster will be reading with me for National Poetry Month on the theme of Nature: poets.ca/npm.
Sponsored by the League of Canadian Poets.

I will be launching FOX HAUNTS! And we will begin the evening with the first showing of Mary McDonald marvellous short film interpretation of my poem, “Wishing Well”. See ​https:/riverrevery.ca.

Free admission.  Books and CDs by the authors will be available for sale.

Celebrating International Poetry Day, ongoing!

Sunshine and Spring!,

Penn Kemp

Backgrounder for Fox Haunts


Katerina Fretwell’s ninth poetry and art collection, We Are Malala (Inanna)will be out Spring 2019. Her eighth, Dancing on a Pin, was long-listed for The League of Canadian Poets’ Lowther Prize, was performed in International Authors Association’s Battle of the Bard. Pendas Productions has published two of Katerina’s poetry books, with accompanying CD.

Susan McMaster’s new book Haunt investigates “the world entire, with all its mystery, heartbreak, and magic” (Carolyn Smart) in warm, conversational poetry that speaks to a wide range of readers with “rhythm and verve” (Jan Conn). Her publications include some 30 books, magazines, anthologies, and recordings. She’s a past president of the League of Canadian Poets.

Susan McCaslin is a BC poet who has published fifteen volumes of poetry, including her most recent, Into the Open: Poems New and Selected (Inanna, 2017). Susan resides in Fort Langley, where she initiated the Han Shan Poetry Project as part of a successful campaign to protect an endangered rainforest along the Fraser River.

Poet, performer and playwright Penn Kemp has been lauded as a “one-woman literary industry” since her first Coach House publication (1972). She edited Canada’s first anthology of women’s writing, IS 14 (1973) as well as two recent anthologies, Women and Multimedia and Performing Women. New books of poetry are Local Heroes (Insomniac Press), and Fox Haunts (Aeolus House, Fall 2018).

Recent Reviews

I’m so grateful for these reviews… and these reviewers!

http://poets.ca/2019/01/21/review-insomnia-bird-by-kelly-shepherd-fox-haunts-by-penn-kemp/ https://andreasgripp.blogspot.ca/2018/05/poets-laureate-will-not-put-you-to-sleep.html





https://okunhill.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/poet-profile-penn-kemp-and-barbaric-cultural-practice/ Kites Without Strings