Jeramy Dodds lives in Orono, Ontario. His poems have been translated into Finnish, French, Latvian, Swedish, German and Icelandic. In 2007 he held a residency at the Baltic Centre for Writers and Translators on the island of Gotland, Sweden. He is the winner of the 2006 Bronwen Wallace Memorial Award and the 2007 CBC Literary Award in poetry. He works as a research archaeologist and co-edits for littlefishcartpress.
Summary
The poems in Jeramy Dodds first collection with cameos by jackalopes, Glenn Gould, homemade spaceships and Carl Linnaeus are remarkable for their technical agility and their restless inventiveness these poems invoke historical figures like Hiram Bingham and Ho chi Minh even as they traverse a poetic landscape that includes telephone-game-style translations, interpretive dance poems on historic paintings and carnivalesque jaunts into a natural world overrun with mules, Alsatians, lions and motorcycle-sized deer.
Judges Citation
We are only allowed to live/due to some colossal misunderstanding writes Jeramy Dodds in this astonishing first book. The exploration of this misunderstanding is the subject of Crabwise to the Hounds, and Dodds language confronts the entropy with some wondrous chaos of its own. There is a cyclonic lexical energy here, deep intelligence, and a serious commitment to craft. His poems build and infold all at once, and opposing forces create incredible tension in them: the readers mouth, open in awe, next barks a disbelieving laugh. Theres more than a little of Buster Keaton here, threading his body through a window in a falling wall: simple marvels that stop you in your own tracks when you begin to think about how they were done. The author seems sui generis at first, but then you sense how lightly hes stepped through the bramble of various inheritances to find his own voice, and on the first try. In Making Sure, for instance, Dodds harnesses both Tim Lilburn and William Stafford at the same moment as hes claiming a certain territory for his own now: the natural world occupied by an ineluctable machinery. He builds against it this machine of language in which Glenn Gould negotiates the Danube, Ho Chi Min has gone to repair/the night through a colander of stars, the aviary has a recovery wing, and even the act of sipping water is reinvented: In stride with the clocks/ hypnotics, his throat chops a glass of water/down. A research archaeologist by training, Dodds is sounding the deeps here. A marvellous debut.
People who get their rocks off in glass houses are the same people whod bend you over a rain barrel just to give you the wet T-shirts off their backs. You cant shoot your mouth off if youre out of earshot. Let bylaws be bygones, dont mind your own business into the ground, all the glitters is not cold to the touch. Youre only human once. If youve taken the American way down a one-way street, youve got to wipe your nose with the heart on your sleeve. Dont knock yourself up over it, baby. When they kicked dirt in your eye they didnt think theyd be losing ground. If your household names ruined by word of mouth, take the gift horse to town for a night it wont soon forget. Colonel Sanders didnt lick his fingers to the bone just so you could go it alone. If you get what Im getting at, raise your red hand. Youve got to kiss a lot of ass to get a little behind in this business. Playing your silver spoons with a bedpan band is like going for broke at a church bazaar, more need than bother, more clutch than grasp. Youve got to be half in the bag all the way to the bank. The mind is a terrible thing to keep chaste. If you cant be drawn to my quarters, do I part the sea and split? I treat my objects like women, but Im as Oedipal as you are Eve. True, Id drop a latch-key kid off at an open-cast mine, but youre nothing to shake champagne at. I think youll agree with me here, the lakes so clear you can see yourself to the door.
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