sybil unrest

sybil unrest


a poem from forage:

canola queasy

“In April 1997, Monsanto pulled two varieties of genetically engineered canola seeds from the Canadian market after testing revealed that at least one of the patented herbicide-tolerant transgenic varieties contained an ‘unexpected’ gene. This was after 60,000 bags of the seeds had already been sold throughout Western Canada.” – Mae-Wan Ho

vulture capital hovers over our dinner tables, covers hospitals alurid shade of canola, what gradient decline in the stuck market, what terminal severity in that twenty-year monopoly culled the patent regime, its refrain of greed, false prophets hawk hydrophobic that is oily platitudes to justify rapacity as they engineer despair in those brilliant but foolish yellow genetically stacked prairie crops. refrain from greed, i want to advise them, but how to converse with the wilfully profitable stuck in their monetary monologue? head-on collisions create more energy but who gets obliterated? despite misgivings i blurt, don’t shoot the messy angels with your cell-arranging blasts, don’t document their properties in order to pimp them. the time for business-as-usual is over. it died with the first colonial casualty. stop the clock. hey bloated monstrosity: transcribe your ethics first or your protein mass shall turn protean mess and be auctioned off in the stacked market and so you shall endlessly reap your cussed stunts.

(dedicated to Percy Schmeiser, the Saskatchewan farmer who was threatened and sued by Monsanto because genetically engineered canola happened to blow into his fields)


sample poems from monkeypuzzle:

denim blues

there are denim mountains in my closet:
well-worn cutoffs, raggedy jeans,
adolescent skintight pants, baggy prairie overalls,
years of tacky stampede outfits

nothing comes between me &
the labour of the garment workers
their fifty cents a day sweat
hugs me tight every morning

my auntie’s fingers nimble
with the demands of piecework
how she churns dozens of jeans by dim lamplight
one more casualty for casual wear

cotton picked by hungry workers
beaten into fabric & submission in far-off factories
dissembled into department store offerings

black denim with amputated
fingers waving bloody threads from pockets
knotting in my chest as i look in the closet
find nothing to wear

nothing, that is, but
thin faded gauze ripping open,
spilling labour into consumer vision,
ragged with guilt, ignorance, fear
but still rippling, a necessary banner
in the wind for change

a wandering daughter’s grammar

she congregates with nomads
attentive & occasionally settling
reconjugates self with each meeting:
i am self
I is personae
i & stolen grammar
hoarded carefully in bare hands & forgotten pockets
aiya! hai been dou ah!
good fortune, she’s a tough cookie
will bend & trace those words to follow black, black hair
the sound between her bare thighs as she walks & sidesteps
mimics & repels the roles imposed upon her

remember: timidity begets timidity
speak up, girl!

lip: to be used as a verb whenever possible–she lips backbone, a daily necessity this slow road through thickets

tongue: caught between the command performance of communication & her tongue’s own slippery dance. thrust into the chasm of speak or be spoken for.

breast: in conjunction with chicken evokes fear. in conjunction with lover, a welling, a swelling, of touch & of shyness

knuckle: layers of work ethic, prone to cracks & dryness, punishment in a harsh climate

back: her neural arch supports the clan’s full frontal reunion, genealogies writing themselves before her wary eyes

liver: proteins of endearment, this interrogative organ delivers feast into fuel, water into blood

guilt: a way of life, can be slowly unset by the beating heart’s optimism. atriums of responsibility a syntax of action.

sisterhood: this anatomy includes mother if possible