Grey All Over
By Andrea Actis
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“Please stay with me, please stay here, please cause poltergeists in my stupid apartment…”
Late in the evening of December 13, 2007, Andrea Actis found her father, Jeff, facedown dead in her East Vancouver apartment. So began her passage through grief, self-reckoning, and graduate school in Providence, Rhode Island, where the poetics she studied (and sometimes repudiated) became integral to her gradual reconstruction of wholeness. An assemblage of “evidence” recovered from emails about paranormal encounters sent and received by Jeff (greyallover@yahoo.com), junk mail from false prophets, an annotated excerpt from Laura (Riding) Jackson’s “The Serious Angels: A True Story,” and transcripts of Actis’ dreams, conversations, and messages to the dead, Grey All Over not only celebrates a rare, close, complicated father-daughter bond, it also boldly expands the empathetic and critical capacities of poetry itself. In pulling us outside the comfort zones of received aesthetics and social norms, Actis asks us to embrace with whole seriousness “the pragmatics of intuition” in all the ways we read, live, and love.
“When a loved one dies, there’s all this stuff to deal with, and in the midst of grief we begin to collect, sort, document, store, and discard. Andrea Actis has taken the stuff surrounding her father’s death and created a book that is, like grief, in turns heartbreaking, wise, chaotic, drunk, wry, and always unflinchingly honest. This powerful testament of survival is for anyone who has felt the ‘déjà vu in reverse’ of grief. It is for the living.” —Sachiko Murakami, author of Render
“Love letter, experimental poem, meditation, conversation with the dead—Andrea Actis’s compelling debut is unlike any memoir I’ve ever read. In one passage, Actis digs out the biggest piece of bone she can find in the vessel of her father’s ashes and gently bites on it. Reading Grey All Over I had a similar sensation. Ash. Bone. Love.” —Jen Currin, author of Hider/Seeker
“This absolutely beautiful work makes plain that seriousness feels like love.” —Aisha Sasha John, author of I have to live.
Andrea Actis
Andrea Actis was born in Toronto but for most of her life has lived in Vancouver on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh Nations. She teaches writing and literature at Capilano University and from 2015 to 2017 edited The Capilano Review. Grey All Over is her first book.
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Grey All Over - Andrea Actis
Grey
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Andrea
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Title: Grey all over / Andrea Actis.
Other titles: Grey all over
Names: Actis, Andrea, 1984- author.
Description: Poems.
Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20200389459 | Canadiana (ebook) 20200389467 | ISBN 9781771315395 (softcover) | ISBN 9781771315401 (HTML) |
ISBN 9781771315418 (PDF)
Classification: LCC PS8601.C85 G74 2021 | DDC C811/.6—dc23
Copyright © Andrea Actis, 2021
We acknowledge the Canada Council for the Arts, the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund, and the Ontario Arts Council for their support of our publishing program.
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For my dead dad
Contents
Soul Ash
Does Andrea Dream of Electric Dead
2007–12–14
Description of a Struggle
Testing Testing
Grey All Over
Volta: One Poem
2018–09–06
Seven Things
Notes
Thanks
About the Author
sort of like a déjà vu in reverse
A lined piece of paper is covered in notes, some clumped together, some circled, all in the same black scrawl, leaning to the left. Many of the words are hard to make out, but a few can be deciphered, such as 'you're safe,' 'not cheap,' '-4 2 7,' and 'A smile on his face.'Soul Ash
And you know you get everybody you want in there. And you can keep it and spread it. Yet I feel that somehow this might be just having no material parts of them. Like a really smart person making the argument for her. So then that’s blinded by his belief that it is soul to these people? So very. Dispersed. But what sense slews why soul might simply be what I remember of someone and love of them? I remind her why my love no I don’t have investments I’m looking to protect them.
Well truly I think it is something that you cannot really measure in this present. The soul is something that is going to be eased upon death that goes back to how it goes back really goes. Goes into this whatever this plasticine this kind of playdough kids use. So it’s going to be fun again to be some other persons. Like is going to be transmitted and you should get a really big chunk of oh my. In their sadness or even health or what have you. See in the future it’s not you it’s not me. You might actually resemble Jeffrey just because by chance you took a piece of that playdough. But you know a well-defined shape? You know a random assimilation? You gotta be so so so good that that was truly the case no I know you put people in the drawer. You know gathering all kinds of ashes from people and giving them a line in a drawer in your apartment.
Though I don’t even think this is a question of metaphysics or like what’s actually real. I think that there might be something if we look at just this behavioral pattern of gathering and displaying ash right. That there might be telling in a way? Like I’m not imagining that in fact we were throwing souls in this purgatory and they mean Jeffrey Mona Marti. There are not some screaming like ahhhhhhhhh you’re keeping me from the big waterslide in the sky! It is not that bad. The fact that you know there is this holding on is just exactly what this is. That this is ancestor. But the idea that you’re holding them basically on the phone that you don’t release them from the thing is disgusting to me even if you release some finger of them on the mountaintop or whatever. You are really a part of the hoarding. You’re like still holding on to part of ash and so on to make it garbage in your apartment. So this isn’t nice. And that’s hello why I object.
Well thank you at least for saying to me because you to me have this interesting hybrid belief like very hard science and some scared-shitless form of Catholicism that makes you an Eastern European man. You study the brain but don’t understand what this brain is doing to how you argue with me. Then it’s like that is so not how long I will always keep a little bit of the view that I was going to cremate. You will die! What will happen to ashes afterwards? I don’t even care I will go into the stupid cupboard with them in my apartment. I don’t even care what happens there or what happens exactly to match those ashes. No not yours but them and those.
I just don’t understand why this is the question of the evening because we have like four actual people here. One two three four whatever whatever parts. I say that the four of us is this could be our grief currently talking? We’re looking for like object substitutes you know but even then I still think me and my mind are better at the seriousness now freaking learn what they are. Excuse me? Because me and my mom are better at listening to souls and not forgetting what exactly some people were? Now that’s what I’m saying.
What I’m saying is just that you and I both right now we’re looking at like palm prints of Mona Lisa from when she dies. She’s like I am this trace this real Wheaten Terrier and we’re both exactly enchanted at this. The object that has about this strange index equality is there in dusty chunk in the kitchen. It’s an impression of this moment it reminds us of this moment that was absolutely true that will probably in time if mourning doesn’t work become less true you know this moment of just losing the beloved poof. And right now that isn’t simply a fucked-up version