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ROMANS/SNOWMARE
ROMANS/SNOWMARE
ROMANS/SNOWMARE
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Both a daybook of anti-capitalist ideation and a homoerotic reinvention of the prairie long poem, this unique debut resonates with a love of language and experiment. Written from within the strictures of the working day, the book's title poem issues from a practice of daily collage, comprising the first layer of a potentially interminable personal epic. As a lyric counterbalance, a centralsection follows a punk band throughout dozens of countries connected by and subjugated to capital. These poems attempt to preserve the superficiality and sincerity of fast-paced social engagement, alluding to the material conditions that permit some people--tourists, artists, musicians--free movement at the expense of others. Playful and meticulously written, ROMANS/SNOWMARE deftly circles the perimeter of the self while drawing the communal inward.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 15, 2019
ISBN9781927886281
ROMANS/SNOWMARE
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Cam Scott

Cam Scott is a poet, critic, and non-musician from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Treaty 1 Territory. He is the author of the poetry collection ROMANS/SNOWMARE (ARP Books, 2019), and the chapbook WRESTLERS

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    ROMANS/SNOWMARE - Cam Scott

    Copyright © 2019 Cam Scott

    ARP Books (Arbeiter Ring Publishing)

    205-70 Arthur Street

    Winnipeg, Manitoba

    Treaty 1 Territory and Historic Métis Nation Homeland

    Canada

    R3B 1G7

    arpbooks.org

    Design and layout by LOKI

    Printed and bound in Canada by Imprimerie Gauvin on paper made

    from 100% recycled post-consumer waste.

    In An American Country originally appeared in The Capilano Review. Zones originally appeared in The Nervous Breakdown.

    Sections of ROMANS/SNOWMARE have appeared in Sleeping Fish;

    in Mirage #5; and in I.D.I.O.T., with a Slovenian translation by

    Monika Vrecˇar.

    copyright notice

    This book is fully protected under the copyright laws of Canada

    and all other countries of the Copyright Union and is subject to royalty.

    ARP Books acknowledges the generous support of the

    Manitoba Arts Council and the Canada Council for the Arts

    for our publishing program. We acknowledge the financial

    support of the Government of Canada and the Province of Manitoba through the Book Publishing Tax Credit and the Book Publisher Marketing Assistance Program of Manitoba Culture, Heritage, and Tourism.

    library and archives canada cataloguing in publication

    title

    : Romans ; Snowmare / Cam Scott.

    other titles

    : Poems. Selections | Snowmare

    names

    : Scott, Cam, 1985- author. |

    container of (work)

    : Scott, Cam, 1985- Snowmare.

    description

    : Poems.

    identifiers

    : Canadiana (print) 20190117877 |

    Canadiana (ebook) 20190117958 |

    ISBN 9781927886274 (softcover) |

    ISBN 9781927886281 (ebook)

    classification

    : LCC PS8637.C6833 R66 2019 | DDC C811/.6 — dc23

    CONTENTS

    ROMANS

    SNOWMARE

    ROMANS

    AFTER THE PARTY

    THE UNSUMMONED

    THE AFTER-PARTY

    SNOWMARE

    VOICEOVER

    ROMANS

    THIRTY-FIVE DOLLAR POEM

    SNOWMARE

    HONED POME

    ZONES

    IN AN AMERICAN COUNTRY

    AKA CAKE THE FIRST

    THE UNSUMMONED

    AKA CAKE THIRSTY SECONDS IN HEAVEN

    SNOWMARE

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    ROMANS

    First notebook with the pen Jen gifted me and I could hardly write more gladly, gliding word to word in alphabetical legato. But one can’t scratch in advance of landing. We rely upon our foes. Tomorrow’s forecast is an aid to fashion. She left the spare key in a pile of rocks. I’ll dig for that admission. Placed on death watch by a stranger at the docks, I counted ducks instead of lucky stars. More idle than an elongating limousine, more languorous than landed fish. The less of me there is to hate the more you kick at recollection. Gazing uptown, counting crystals in the storefront, everyone agnostic in good health. A flavour dream, an almond tree aflame, and other roasted omens. The day after Halloween on Maujer Street, sidewalks littered with wigs, I was walking so well that my legs wouldn’t let me arrive. I

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