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Wednesday, October 08, 2025

Running Out of Words: a book of poetry by Trevor Cunnington

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Apologies for the lack of posts last month. I've been working three different jobs trying to cobble together a livelihood. I will try to be better and I will probably increase my posting as I work on this project to give early audiences "insider insights" regarding my process. I just received a Toronto Arts Council Grant for a book of poetry. I am having it professionally edited. I'm very excited to embark on this new chapter in my writing life! Here is the description of the project I submitted to the Coun

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This project is an engagement with several traditions of avant garde poetry, especially concrete poetry, Oulipo, and L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E. It is also heavily influenced by the postmodern novels of Thomas Pynchon and William Gaddis, who in their novels Gravity's Rainbow and The Recognitions, used motif as the structuring principle of their works, rather than plot. As many of the writers in these traditions have not experienced commercial success, I think this is the kind of work that Arts agencies should support. My engagement with concrete poetry and Oulipo (both strongly represented in Toronto by writers such as bpNichol, Christian Bok, and others) is critical. I think most concrete poetry does not lend itself to re-reading, because once you "get" it, there remains no reason to read it. In this way, they are more like puzzles than poems. My favourite poems are the ones that shift with your own consciousness as you read them, the ones that reward you for re-reading them over and over again. However, I think concrete poetry's central insight that language has a material dimension is very important, so I wanted to incorporate that insight into this collection of poems. Oulipo tends to produce work that has very little emotional resonance. However, free composition, while it has its place, often fails to create works of lasting value. Adding constraints to your writing practice is a good way to improve your discipline.

"Running out of Words" often features poems with formatting that have some kind of pictorial aspect. Since I am a published artist and photographer as well, I am incorporating some of my drawings and photographs into the manuscript to enliven it and to reflect its themes and motifs. The first poem, a prologue, is about poetry itself, asking the question "what shape is a poem?" All of the subsequent poems will use all the words and ideas of the prologue as a springboard for new poems, growing out of it as if it is a collection of seeds in soil. This is the constraint, consonant with Oulipo. The last poem, the epilogue, uses all of the same words as the prologue, with some slight changes to make it make more sense. Towards the end of the collection, the poems move from fairly transparent to dense L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E inflected poems where wordplay is the modus operandi of composition. The themes I deal with are the human relationship with nature (nature as God), documenting personal experiences, finding one's place in the world as an autistic person, and the difficult legacies of colonialism and patriarchy. I use strong motifs of fences, fire, philosophy of death and time, and human-nature relationships. While incorporating aspects of the aforementioned avant-garde traditions, I write poems with maximal re-reading value and emotional resonance. I envision this collection to be 100 pages, and so far I have written 25 pages. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Writers and Artists! Submit to KayTell Ink. Call for Submissions.

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Hello! I'm the poetry editor over at the webzine KayTell Ink. They have a forum and everything, so you should totally visit the website at KayTell Ink Publishing | Baltimore Literary Magazine. While we have been publishing mostly short fiction and poetry, we are looking to expand our horizons. 

If you’re able to share or repost in some way this call for submissions it would mean a lot. We’re especially trying to bring in more submissions in the following areas:

  • Nonfiction

  • Essays

  • Artwork

  • Misc. Articles – This includes book reviews, food reviews (especially Baltimore/local), or any other standalone piece

    We look forward to reading your work, or looking at your art!!!!  

     

Friday, May 09, 2025

Snake and Octopus: drawing by Trevor Cunnington

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From my sketchbook. I like a balance between abstraction and figurativity. I'm not a fan of Abstract Expressionism at all because of its extreme arbitrariness. I do like geometric-based abstraction that veers towards OpArt. In most arts, when we talk about value, I think there are two general poles of evaluation: vision and technical skill. Movements like hyperrealism value the latter over the former. I tend to value the former over the latter. For instance, Henri Rousseau was often considered a "naive" artist because his technical skill was somewhat underdeveloped. However, the quality of his vision was very powerful and remains impactful. I tend to be somewhat critical of the popularity of hyperrealism because of its overdependence on technical skill. However, some of its representatives, such as the work of Richard Estes, combines a powerful vision with advanced technical skill, culminating in masterpieces. My technical skill is low, but I think I have better-than-average artistic vision.

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Survival

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Raffled, these ruffled feathers

of a trumpeter swan, not the mute leathery

texture of a turtle, taken in a touch

written by a referee, only a dry basin

short barks followed by a full minute

of observation; what does she see?

Castle, up on the promontory flowers bloom

in the desert, apricots, smaller fruits, dates, olives

Who knows when of the earth's powers soon

in-un-depleted, in hope what? Water, water. . .

nowhere, but drops to drink in the form of fog

that moistens the lips during the arduous hunts

Margarine taunts, migraine haunts, desert rat

barbecue we haven't been hardened to anything

but surviving as a primary aim. . .

it was just the future in an image

if fie! you build it, otherwise cometh

an uncertain lineage, as if liberation

was in that image repeated in an otherwise

identitarian crisis.

Thursday, December 12, 2024

Our Respite in Mouths.

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From here to there is not so far a distance
lines short of breadth, easier to read instants
coming one upon the other, as in a capillary
My mother upon the ocean, where is the distillery?
 
A long line or a short, a harpoon and some water
that weary hath the coastline travelled, with father
After another, it is disaster averted
to an amoeba with lines fishing, ship refurbished
on the distant shore, a choir started to sing
and called forth from the air, a munificent ring
of sub-tones, timbres spare and pure, tear
ducts were primed, stuck writing and not throwing spears

A long last line, that’s the ticket; it will sell
partially from a wicket, perhaps at a game of cricket
dancing down the lane until all hell breaks out
tell-no-one because of its inarticulateness

Ring the Death Knell, or a heart, smartly quelled
to hand a rivet, in all proportion, heart swelled
Can you think of nowhere to stick it?

The Heart it smarts, how lapidary is that?
Rocks charted in their promontories, exact
Tit for tat now, medical kits stowed in the apse
of the boat’s prow, sedulous pap for the penny press

If you’ve got vertigo, I’ll go down with impetigo
lord have mercy, where do we go, sit down
collect sequoia dust, reel in the nets, sea gulls
have their impresarios, their petty thefts, but deftly
done in the summer-wet air, a torso with heft
ok, that was a bit of a stretch, go big, sea gulls to eagles

Don Juan leans the other way
like a pasta drenched in sauce bearnaise.
Rocks, citronella candled,
jazz cradled in my lap, nice place for a vaycay.

Jonah in the belly,
oysters on the counter,
water’s rising, Jelly
sperm whale lantern.

Stars to guide. The Gill Guild.
A rickety chair at the end
of the journey. A sturdy
chair for the boat. A dusty
anchor on the rust-top
boat seats.

Fire. It all ends in fire.

Thursday, November 07, 2024

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I've been having fun photographing drawings, and them digital manipulating them to make interesting patterns. Here are a couple I made recently. 



 

Wednesday, October 09, 2024

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I'd just like to thank the wonderful folks @openartsforum, especially Raymond Huffman, for supporting my poetry by publishing it on their site. Currently, I have one poem that was featured on the main page, and soon I will have another. I've included a link below. They also feature some stellar visual artists. They have a bunch of themed forums, so if you're a writer, you can workshop pieces in the workshop section. Currently, it's slow, but the more people visit, the more active it will become. 

I've added a link in the sidebar to their site. 

Open Arts Forum | Underwaterworld This is the latest poem they've published of mine. There are other wonderful poets associated with the site. Have a look!

www.openartsforum.com