'Tis mid-December, several days till solstice, several more days till the Festival of Plastic. I've spent the day in a mild state of panic, wrapping various locally-purchased, artist/isan-made items in locally-purchased brown kraft paper to stuff in my suitcase, as if any of that can absolve my participation in the annual consumer-capitalist wet dream. This is the opposite of poetry.
Here's some actual poetry, conceived and filmed by the National Film Board of Canada: an interactive film featuring Jordan Scott's Blert. It is titled Flub and Utter, a poetic memoir of the mouth.
It, like Scott's poetry, is crunchy, tactile, delicious.
Nikki Reimer is sorry for phoning it in this week.