Dave Sim's blogandmail #64 (November 14th, 2006)
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I've known Darrell Epp for a number of years. He's one of the people who started writing to me after I became a Pariah and then continued writing to me even after it would have become apparent that that wasn't the wisest course of action and that he had nothing to gain by it so he always stands out by contrast in that way. When he started writing to me it was mostly in association with the interviews that he liked to do and which he published on his website. He was certainly the first person I ever knew who did such a thing. The Internet is free, right? So what's in it for you in doing these interviews and laboriously transcribing them? And the answer, self-evidently, was the simple exchange of ideas and that people who were interested in reading the opinions of his subjects would be able to do so.
Then he became a poet. I'm not sure how far into our correspondence that took place, but it certainly came as a complete surprise and (I must confess) a disappointment since he no longer took the time to write longer and more involved letters. So I rebelled against the poems at first. I'd read them, but all I could really see them as being were poor substitutes for Darrell's letters. That resentment didn't last long, though. The things he was writing about and the way he was writing about them—mostly the internal texture of romantic disappointment and the intrinsic "otherness" of women—were so sharply realized that I soon came to look forward to their infrequent arrivals in my mailbox. Sometimes there'd be half a dozen, sometimes just one or two. But they were always carefully crafted and with a sharp scorpion's tail point to them. I'm not sure what my reaction would have been if he had been sending them while I was in the throes of my last break-up (nine years ago, this February). The scorpion's tails are pretty sharp, indeed, and I found them a lot easier to take as "Gosh, I remember going through that" rather than "Gosh, that's what I'm going through now."
He sent me a strip that he wrote and David Collier drew from Romantic Eye #1 which I will be reviewing tomorrow and a couple of poems and I wrote him back a letter (one of the very few I've written in the last while!) asking him if there was anything of his poetry that I could publicize on the Blog & Mail and he called me when he got the letter and in the course of the conversation, I just suggested that I give him a guest spot, here. Just put as much on a disk as he cared to and I would introduce it and him. I really couldn't be happier that my first guest Blog & Mail is Darrell Epp, the only poet that I read with any amount—and, in his case, a GREAT amount—of enthusiasm. Take it away, Darrell!
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IN TODAY'S
BLOG &…MAAAIILLL!
"Darrell Epp's poetry is just bursting with artistry, but you only notice the magic, never the technique behind it. These are, quite simply, marvelous poems—poetry that's actually fun to read. Imagine that!"
--Governor-General's Award-winning novelist David Gilmour
I've written plays, short stories, all kinds of things, but when I started writing poems, everything just seemed to click. I was finally able to express myself with the force and clarity I'd always wanted; finally, a happy marriage between form and content. After writing a lot of prose that was a little too long-winded for my taste, the discipline that poetry required was both a huge challenge and a huge blessing. If you didn't nail the thought perfectly, if you ran over by even a syllable, the whole thing would just `look' wrong, even a kid could tell that you'd blown it. The task required the steady hands of a surgeon, and once I figured out a few things and got out of my own way it turned into a really fun ride. My favourite poets are Franz Wright, Jim Carroll, and Lou Reed, but my poems aren't influenced by other poets as much as they are by things like Raymond Chandler, Charlie Chaplin, Robert Mitchum, insomnia, living in a pretty crummy neighbourhood full of folks who'll never be employee of the month, and the headlines in yesterday's newspapers.
Of course the best way to explain what my stuff is `like' is to show you some samples. Here goes:
A Party
i'd been trying to discard my
belief in God but i just couldn't
do it, everything was just too noisy,
too crazy, too obscene, too perfect
burt lancaster was breaking out
of prison in black and white,
someone said change the
channel but nobody did, he
deserved a chance after all
the shit they'd thrown at him
lou spoke of lorraine and her wild
ways, my heart stopped beating
and started back up again at 1:01
and again at 2:43 and people stillsay nothing interesting ever goes
on in this town, how wild is that?
For Henry Ford
you look up at the ceiling and
your laughter that sounds like
the braying of a mule reminds
me of a german girl i knew 6
years ago—in fact, you seem
identical to her in every way
i used to work in a canning
factory, we mass-produced
tin cans full of sliced pears
packed in syrup, i can't say
how many identical tin cans
i saw rush by on tiny tracks
that summer, i could never
tell if i found that parade of
efficiency to be reassuring or
frightening
i think that the assembly line
virus gave us something and
took something else away
when you go, please don't
slam the door, and if you
see the next one, tell her to
be kind to me, like you were.
Rise Above
from way up here
i can hear the telephone's click
from the time you hung up on me
and a congregation from thirty
years ago chanting hymns in unison
like androids
i can see you dancing in the snow
(you looked like an angel)
and our old addresses in
obsolete phone books,
letters never sent,
letters returned,
current address
unknown.
Hard To Read
distant thunder, the humid air
crackles with electricity
screaming birds pinned against
the sky like crucified criminals
hard to concentrate, i've been
staring at this same page for
15 minutes
put the book down, stand up,
raise my hands, prepare to
welcome the raging storm.
While You Were Gone
the same 26 letters can be
rearranged in so many
different ways it almost
makes you drunk to think
about it until you think
about the dna, 4 amino
acids combined over &
over again in so many
different ways without
any repeats, you never
run into any doubles,
everybody—pedestrian
or rider—is a new miracle,
this is just something i
thought about as i
waited impatiently for
you to return from your
too-long vacation,
dreams of you are like
little balls of opium, all
arranged neatly in a row,
it's the waking up that hurts.
Here's what I've got for sale:
A zine called Lines On Paper featuring five short stories and a poem. Good stuff, although the number of typos that slipped by me is pretty irritating.
A book called Consolation Prizes featuring a play, 20 poems, and a short story. The play's good, the short story's very good, and, um, I think the poems sound a bit too much like they were written by a beginner. Some folks love them, so what do I know?
A bound stack of recent poems I call Up The Hill. This is my best stuff, I think.
Send me twenty bucks and I'll send you all three collections. If you want to haggle, email me at darrellepp@hotmail.com and we'll work something out. The address is
Darrell Epp
4-526 King St. East
Hamilton Ontario
Canada L8N 1E2
My website, www.twohandedman.com, features exclusive in-depth interviews with folks like Dave Sim, Peter Bagge, Chester Brown, and Joe Matt. I hope you can check it out.
Peace,
Darrell
(and thanks, Dave, for sharing some of your cyberspace with me. Looks like I owe you a Mars bar!)
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