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Hypoderm: Notes to Myself
Contributor(s): Chan, Weyman (Author)
ISBN: 0889226377     ISBN-13: 9780889226371
Publisher: Talonbooks
OUR PRICE:   $15.26  
Product Type: Paperback
Published: June 2010
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BISAC Categories:
- Poetry | Canadian
- Social Science | Human Geography
- Poetry | Subjects & Themes - General
Dewey: 811.6
Physical Information: 0.3" H x 5.9" W x 8.8" (0.35 lbs) 96 pages
Themes:
- Cultural Region - Canadian
- Locality - Calgary, Alberta
- Geographic Orientation - Alberta
 
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Publisher Description:
The idea for this book, says Weyman Chan, is simple--approach the world as metaphor, and it will come to you. Subtitled "notes to myself," Hypoderm is a manifesto of observations, intimations and recognitions of mortality that get under the poet's skin--that remind the reader that poetry is documentation and speculation, not a sentimental fabrication of the rapture (rupture) of our "end times."

We live in an age of anxiety, where social order and the imagination are as alienated as they have ever been, creating our estrangement from a sane and necessary privacy the cause of which the poet locates in the anthropocentric doctrine that man has been divinely ordained to take dominion over the earth. Chan's lines "What monster taught Adam / to see a bird and say the word" echo those of Blake; his "the name that can be named is not the real name" recall the words of Milton; his "shouldn't the ?nal / translation of any word in any language / be silence" invoke the teachings of Buddha.

Drawing on cosmologies as disparate as molecular biology, Chinese and Mayan celestial cycles, and the conflict of Horus and Seth in Egyptian mythology, Chan finds everywhere the recognition that: "As all prey let out / sounds of deepest obligation / when they're caught, so / the binding surrounds."
Every living thing is already looking over its shoulder in its necessarily parasitic conditions for existence. It is within this dance of coordinates, as biological drives encounter mental constructs, that these poems document how micro and macro worlds collide, and speculate that just as our somatic mitochondria were once free-?oating protozoa that got inside us and adapted to our metabolism, so the earth's green skin is being infected by the drills and dragnets of our Nietzschean will to power.