Accidents
By Genni Gunn
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In Accidents, her third collection of poems, Genni Gunn takes us on a roller coaster ride through past and present in different continents, to explore the various upheavals that alter our lives. From her birthplace in Trieste, where she attempts to unravel the mysterious lives of her parents; to Vancouver with its urban alienation and attraction; to Burma, where disruptions are a way of life under the Generals. Along the way, she treats us to a sardonic and sometimes appalling history of masks, and of spontaneous combustion.
Poem by poem, Gunn examines the emotional, political, and geological upheaval that inevitably shape us as family members, as lovers, and as citizens, and the humble talismans we carry as reminders of the past. Heartbreak and humour leaven and disrupt these poems in equal measure, as does love.
Genni Gunn
Genni Gunn is a writer, musician and translator. Born in Trieste, Italy, she came to Canada when she was eleven. She has published nine books: three novels -- Solitaria, Tracing Iris and Thrice Upon a Time, two short story collections -- Hungers and On The Road, two poetry collections -- Faceless and Mating in Captivity, and translated from the Italian two collections of poems. Two of her books have also been translated into Italian. Her work has been shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers' Prize, the John Glassco Translation Award and the Gerald Lampert Award, and her novel Tracing Iris was made into a feature film. Her opera Alternate Visions premiered in Montreal in 2007. Before she turned to writing full-time, Genni toured Canada extensively with a variety of bands (bass guitar, piano and vocals). She lives in Vancouver.
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Accidents - Genni Gunn
Absences
Quarrels
Abandoned, a cupboard of mismatched plates
begun like us, as sets of four, but dwindled
when my mother’s ire exploded
and Father smashed his plate on the floor.
How many encores are enough before we can agree
to leave enough alone? I should have smashed mine too
her echoes in my head: You’re sneaky and not to be trusted.
Don’t tell secrets to girlfriends or they’ll betray you.
Why do you lock your diary? When I was your age, I was innocent.
We would have needed dozens sets of earthenware
to scrub away the words. Beneath the surface
mantle currents undulate, move plates
inside the earth, this liquid rage
a perfect storm, motion and heat.
We could have kept a tally of our conflicts
by the absences, files of cold cases
or photos of the missing on a wall
in need of understanding, for it’s the knowing
that joins us to the ghost limbs of our past
those ruptured, beating hearts.
Secrets
Mysterious shapes, with wands of joy and pain,
Which seize us unaware in helpless sleep,
And lead us to the houses where we keep
Our secrets hid, well barred by every chain
—Helen Hunt Jackson
Our houses brimmed
with secrets; disguised
they showed themselves
and still remained unseen
sly serpents we glimpsed
from the corners of our eyes
in the swift intake of our breaths.
They slithered into corners
under commodes, couches, beds
mysterious shapes, with wands of joy and pain.
No one pretended they did not exist.
Rather, we all trod carefully
afraid to startle them and force
out loud futile, dangerous
discoveries. The threat, however
loomed: we might have fingered one
coiled inside a drawer, looped in a shoe box
tangled in a mat beside the bed.
In daylight, we avoided all dark spaces
which seized us unaware in helpless sleep
and talked of nothing that remained unshared.
At times, a secret would rear up
tongue lashing at our faces
following the pungis of our fears, the why
and where our parents roved
the words abandonment and home.
But, timid, we retreated
and still retreat today,
surprised to find those secrets live
and lead us to the houses where we keep
ourselves in order, where we keep
at bay those childhood memories that maim
for life. Yet we are still on edge
the precipice of knowing too steep.
The skins we wear, too delicate
too frail to leave behind. Today I ask
myself: do we still thwart the truth
keep mysteries in place or are