Expressway
By Sina Queyras
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Shortlisted for the Governor General's Award for Poetry
This poem resembles urban sprawl. This poem resembles the freedom to charge a fee. The fee occurs in the gaps. It is an event. It is not without precedent. It is a moment in which you pay money. It is a tribute to freedom of choice.
Reality is a parking lot in Qatar. Reality is an airstrip in Malawi.
Meanwhile the expressway encloses, the expressway round and around the perimeters like wagon trains circling the bonfire, all of them, guns pointed, Busby Berkeley in the night sky.
Echoing the pastoral and elegiac modes of the Romantic poets, whose reverence for nature never prevented them from addressing it with all the ideas and sensibilities their times allowed, Sina Queyras's stunning collection explores the infrastructures and means of modern mobility. Addressing the human project not so much as something imposed on nature but as an increasingly disturbing activity within it, Expressway exposes the paradox of modern mobility: the more roads and connections we build, the more separate we feel. 'Cleanse the doors of perception,' Blake urged, and with that in mind, Queyras has written a bravely lyrical critique of our ethical and ecological imprint, a legacy easily blamed on corporations and commerce, but one we've allowed, through our tacit acquiescence, to overwhelm us. Every brush stroke, every bolt and nut, every form and curve in our networks of oil and rubber, every thought and its material outcome – each decision can make or unmake us.
'The works in Expressway are all so tightly wound, hyper-distilled and stressed ... This is poetry for the apocalypse.'
—Broken Pencil
'As a poet, Queyras is secretly romantic, writing with lyricism and a voice that's unafraid of sentiment or emotion ... Queyras' words spark like pickaxes on old asphalt.'
— Eye Weekly
'Queyras show[s] what poetry can do when it simultaneously maps roadways of transportation and lines of human thought.'
—Spacing
'Eclectic engagements characterize Queyras’s work, but any suggestion of characterization of her work immediately brings a morphing to something new, intelligent, and provocative ... Sina Queyras is a poet to read and reckon with.'
—Lambda Literary Review
Sina Queyras
Sina Queyras is the author of My Ariel, MxT, Expressway, and Lemon Hound, all from Coach House Books. They were born on land belonging to the Nisichawayasihk Cree Nation and live and teach in Tiohtià:ke (Montréal).
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Expressway - Sina Queyras
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I
THE ENDLESS PATH OF THE NEW
‘Wait now; have no rememberings of hope ... ’
Wallace Stevens
‘If you can’t see the finish line in the near distance, don’t get frustrated – turn around! There you’ll see it, miles behind you.’
Daily Horoscope, January 18, 2007
SOLITARY
1
What sympathy of sounds? What cricketing
Of concrete, what struck rubber, what society
And shifting birdsong sweetens spring’s tumult?
She walks near the expressway, a patch
Of emerald turf besieged by doggy bags,
Where frolicking hounds squat to pee, crimson
Cellphone at her ear. She is calling home,
Calling the past, calling out for anyone
To hear. She is waiting, she is wanting
To be near, of flesh, of earth, on foot,
And this is her perspective: the 1-95, its
Prow of condos, the Delaware’s sunken
Ships and artillery shells, now the idea of
River, so many years since any live flesh
Could be immersed. Here the expressway
Smoothing each nuisance of wild, each terrifying
Quirk of land, uneven, forlorn paths; wanderer,
Wander, lonely as a cloud, dappled, drowned,
A melancholic pace and nowhere untouched. Nature,
One concludes, is nostalgia. Now, two hundred
Post-Romantic years – the Alps bursting into flames,
All the way to Mont Blanc, incendiary air. How far
Auschwitz? Darfur? Are we a hopeful people
Yet? She follows her uncle’s gestures, paced
For lungs, each strike of stick to stone, recalls
Wordsworth’s dog, the solitary path unwinds below.
2
What sympathy of sounds. Her father
A bag she carries in a bigger bag, lighter
Now, having scattered him across two
Provinces, up a goat path, where these
Struck peaks, a starburst of contrails, German
Songs like silt, and tiny woollen cathedrals
Whose bells mark the hours. Have we suffered enough?
Her uncle bends his century, a creeping juniper
Under which lies a tiny tin cup. Doucement,
Doucement, the water another source, a
Knowing (even without language) where
To drink, or how (and where) one foot
Should fall well before it does, recognition of
The stone’s slice; that even rock is not solid;
Such knowledge a long-time companion rarely
Of any use other than to remind: be open, flexible,
Eye on the horizon, thumb in air for change,
Change; history with its multiple pathways.
It is not her first time here, though, in truth,
It is. But what is truth? Fact? Body? Idea?
Word? The heat waking up now, a new century
Ahead, and at the top, a bit of bread and cheese,
A cellphone out, Ta mère, he says,
Tell her your father is laid to rest.
3
But is anyone at rest? She traces roadways where
In occupied France her father rode his bicycle
High above the Durance, finding – as we all
Wish – a smooth path between rivets
Of the newly erected metal bridge, his hands
High above his head, or so one version
Of the legend goes. What balance, what
Lack of fear, what shock of hair, what finesse
Of foot and pout of mouth, what eloquent
Dismount, his aunts below not daring
To call out for fear of distracting he who
Like Christ could turn gravity on its head,
And for whom two sisters would devote their lives –
If not in flesh, then in suffering. What
Sympathy of sounds? Do tell me his pain
Was not in vain. Do say the bees will return,
And with them, seasons.
4
What sounds, what sympathy, what silence, what
Creation? What recompense? What word? What land?
What river bottoms once muscular, tracing lifelines,
Deltas, flood plains; what land