Monthly Archives: September 2024

Bardcode by Gregory Betts (Penteract Press)

Bardcode by Gregory Betts (Penteract Press)

Are the grids of coloured squares in this hardback book visual art, conceptual writing, asemic writing, concrete poetry or a Shakespearean joke? In his Preface Philip Terry uses the phrase data poem, which is technically correct and a useful description but does nothing to convey the sheer beauty and complexity of the work.

Greg Betts has translated the sounds in Shakespeare’s sonnets into colours and each of the 154 poems into grids, highlighting not only the syllabic count and Shakespeare’s playful disruption of it at times, but also the numerous rhymes throughout all the poems. Terry notes that ‘the music in Shakespeare’s Sonnets is not confined to end-rhymes, but is there in every syllable of every poem, demonstrating how the sounds of the poems are literally orchestrated, making liberal use of internal rhyme and repetitive sound patternings and modulations of form and colour to weave their complex music.’

‘So what?’ you might say, or ‘I knew that’, but Terry quite rightly points out that Betts’ unusual ‘translations’ are a form of original research, a methodology that could be used with other texts to understand and evidence the complexities of structure and form.

Betts has previous for this kind of slippage between text and art, unexpected sideways movements as the result of intelligent and playful lateral thinking and cross-curricular activity. One of my favourites, an early work from 2006, is the haikube, a Rubik’s cube (or a beautiful handmade wooden version of it) with words on that can generate small, imagistic poems when rotated. I use the book version which documents this work with my students – it’s simplicity and outcomes are a good way to introduce and discuss visual texts, processual writing and to move their understanding or poetry away from ‘self-expression’, the dead weight that many writers drag behind them.

What is hard to convey in a review is simply how exquisite these visual poems are. The various blurb writers use words such as ‘jewelled’, ‘heatmap’, ‘glow & shimmer’, ‘chromatic’ and ‘rainbow’s tune’, not to mention ideas of synesthesia, colour-coding and stained glass. Flick through the pages and the poems seem hypnotically repetitive yet each one is utterly different, similar but never duplicate; the colours constantly change and, here and there, extra syllables stray into the right hand margin, disrupting the grid, unbalancing the page.

The block of only 12 lines that comprise Sonnet 126 is visually shocking when it appears, the three extra syllables of the fifth line of Sonnet 118 creep almost to the very edge of the page, and at first glance Sonnet 154 appears to have less syllables in its final line, although closer inspection reveals two pale squares representing unusual and gentle sounds. 

There is a colour code at the back for those inclined to understand more and follow the process further, no doubt with Shakespeare’s original poems to hand, but I prefer to luxuriate in the deconstructed versions Betts presents us with, their singleminded focus on pattern and repetition, rhythm, rhyme and frequency, Bett’s clever and original mapping of language.

Rupert Loydell 15th September 2024

Find out more about the BardCode project at https://apothecaryarchive.com/bardcode-projects

Vital Signs by Deborah P. Kolodji (Cuttlefish Books)

Vital Signs by Deborah P. Kolodji (Cuttlefish Books)

Deborah P. Kolodji’s Vital Signs is possibly one of the most moving collections of haiku I have ever read. I love the way haiku moves, how it sees the world through slices, through moments between moments. I like the way that it acknowledges that life is both beautiful and temporary as it looks at seasonal markers that are temporary in a cycle of the earth that is also temporary but often seems permanent to us through our imperfect lenses. Kolodji’s haiku do all of these things, but add another layer, that of her own mortality and temporality as she deals with cancer. Kolodji just recently passed away from this cancer, but she was able to use the experience to give herself a different way to see and understand the universe. The poems in this collection mark time and the small moments that are both human and normal but odd in a way that one might not see unless they had the vision that comes with such an event. 

     Perhaps, in this collection, Kolodji’s appreciation and understanding of nature extends beyond the world to larger parts of the universe. It is as though her awareness of the here and now is filtered through a universal consciousness. My favorite is this one:

unresolved issues

the black hole in the center

of our galaxy (52).

She is making connections that extend far and wide, seeing connections that must be informed by a perspective that is seeing the universal. In another, she writes: “CT scan journey to Mars” (31). Later, she writes: “wheelchairs those Martian rovers” (39). Little moments come within the context of something larger than most of us see.

     Where the collection truly shines, however, is in the discussion of the moments when she is dealing with her illness. She must be frustrated and afraid. That would only be normal. However, she is also compassionate and grateful. Haiku like:

            fluid infusion

            at the day hospital

            the garden outside (27)

and 

            ice chips

            by my bedside

            another thick book (22)

deal with the long moments of dealing with the illness in the hospital. These are moments that she notes and understands, but without being maudlin. She even finds ways to appreciate where she is. There might be some regret here, but there is also the garden and the book. There are the good things. What she truly expresses gratitude for, however, are the people with her who help her and are just there for her.

embarrassing moment

the nurse acts as if

he’s seen it before (33)

alone

the nurse covers me

with a warmed blanket (20).

These small moments of kindness and compassion show the humanity that exists around her and show how much she appreciates the people who are there for her. There are many such moments in her collection, and the result for me was that I left feeling hope rather than dread, which I almost expected given the subject matter.

     Deborah P. Kolodji’s Vital Signs is exceptional, and I cannot recommend it more. I never like sitting around talking about illness with others even when it’s mine. Doing so quickly becomes morbid and uninteresting. Kolodji’s focus, however, is not on pain but on hope. She shows us what dignity is and gives us a path for facing this kind of pain, which is in all of our futures.

John Brantingham 4th September 2024