Friday Mar 29

SharpeClaire Claire Sharpe returned to Canada in 2005 after living in England for six years, in the last of which she earned her MA in Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia. She is the recipient of a grant for emerging writers from the Toronto Arts Council, and her poems have been shortlisted for the CBC Literary Awards, published in journals in Canada and England, anthologized in Approaches to Poetry (Frog Hollow Press), and presented in chapbook form by Rubicon Press (Casual Notation of Earth Shattering Events) and Frog Hollow Press (Exhibition Catalogue). Her interest in the interaction between poetry and visual art has led her to explore the dynamic and process-driven possibilities of poetry in its incarnation as fixed text on a page— how form and language can actually emerge.

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Also Known As
after Iris Häussler




i. Manual action, in terms of the making of it, takes an instinctual dreamscape or drama, a

Speech-value measured by the most banal

Plain experience in the reoccurring space, the ligament curling into a secret of the outside World, a whirlwind

Through you, I see a wood-stained thought, I gain sense of an area worked into the grain, A thought of which we thought we knew

We cannot speak of it.


ii. We cannot speak of it.

Through you, I see a wood-stained thought, I gain sense of an area worked into the grain,
A thought of which we thought we knew

Plain experience in the reoccurring space, the ligament curling into a secret of the outside
World, a whirlwind

Manual action, in terms of the making of it, takes an instinctual dreamscape or drama, a
Speech-value measured by the most banal


iii. Speech-value measured by the most banal

Manual action, in terms of the making of it, takes an instinctual dreamscape or drama, a

World, a whirlwind
Plain experience in the reoccurring space, the ligament curling into a secret of the outside

A thought of which we thought we knew
Through you, I see a wood-stained thought, I gain sense of an area worked into the grain

We cannot speak of it.