Listening in Many Publics

By Jay Ritchie

"Jay Ritchie's poem's veer and dare new forms to think and feel in. From sonnets to open, more diaristic armatures, Ritchie's vexed interiority scans an ever rich and deeply felt ontology that emerges from a backdrop of wit, wonder, and hopeful bewilderment before the social world and its disarmingly absurd repercussions on language. A sure-footed, mighty feat.”—Ocean Vuong, author of Time is a Mother and On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

Listening in Many Publics is motivated by the possibility of a future that is fulfilling, luminous, and held in common. The book expresses this vision in three long poems which are themselves composed of individual, interlinked poems. Using a circular structure that resists linear capitalist logics, fragmentation that attunes us to sound over sense, and a hybrid form that traverses both poetics and narrative, the poems speak to the necessity of articulating possible futures, of rehearsing different ways of being, and of returning to material truths, together. Plural, civic, and political, the poems locate themselves in the many publics that constitute our individual and social being, interrogate that which brings the subject into existence, and ultimately convey an open, hopeful sensibility in the face of the structures and systems they critique.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Invisible Publishing
• Release date: May 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9781778430459

Jay Ritchie

Jay Ritchie was born in Thunder Bay, Ontario, and lives in Montreal, Quebec. Cheer Up, Jay Ritchie is his first full-length collection.

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Sonnets from ­Decivilization

One shipment: a single tusk

One shipment: two tusks

One shipment: three tusks

One shipment: four tusks

One shipment: two tusks

— Arthur Rimbaud’s last letter,

written to an importer on November 9, 1891, the day before he died

1.

I came outside to see the light

On wet ground, changed

How do I explain to you that I will die?

Cinnamon on the air, I’m inside

Your room which is a rose, no one’s here

I fall apart on your sofa in the early afternoon

Spring & death, spring & death

The combined effect of stress & precarious employment

The pitched-down colour of the sky

A cardboard box peeling in the rain

I reach dramatically for your hand in Target

An unspecific & crowded citizen

You speak to me like a seventh chord

I turn & stare into the resonance

2.

I turn & stare into the resonance

Of a glacial stone deposited human ages

Ago at the edge of a desiccated meadow

& in a flash you decide to trust no one—

You’re like a lonesome cowboy at the start of the movie

I can hardly remember sitting in half-dark

& projecting a more exciting life for myself than this

Alone in a sea of futures, as if I won’t

Be the same cowboy tomorrow

It has become a challenge lately, to get up

& slip into the stream without accelerating

To flood water overtaking cars, the present far

Outpaced by its timeless, personal consequence

Often the distance between us grows as wide as it really is

3.

The distance between us grows as wide as it really is

When I lie in bed & talk with my friend

We have our theories & do our best to articulate them

Though it’s hard, to say what we mean

We discuss an immanence but our condition

Keeps changing, I sense my inability

To be totally