AGAINST “MANITOBA”
Build a province of our
absence,
and that province comes
to pass
And it passes
legislation, and the legislation
is profuse with the
absence you allege.
I suggest your unseeing
has its consequence.
I suggest the coasts
unmoor you,
and those distant cities
fit your heads.
Your bad spell echoes in
this centre
of emptying centres. We measure
wheat
in seeds. Your insistence
follows
your gaps, a needle
leaving two holes and one
stitch.
From
2023-24 Winnipeg poet laureate Chimwemwe Undi comes the impressive full-length poetry
debut,
Scientific Marvel: Poems (Toronto ON: Anansi, 2024), a sharp and
self-aware assemblage of prairie gestures, lyrics and examinations. “Good
practice is dissolving my beloved / into traits,” she writes, as part of the
opening poem, “PROPERTY 101,” “either useful / or distinct.” Undi is well aware
of Winnipeg streets and prior descriptions, citing specific local markers such
as prairie sky, Portage and Main and the works of
John K. Samson and
Guy Maddin, two other Winnipeg artists deeply immersed in articulating their love of
this shared space. Undi’s is a love equally thoughtful, critical and filled
with light, offering sparkle and wit, humour and deep critique. “A beautiful
country,” she writes, to open the poem “GRUNTHAL, MANITOBA (2019),” “so full of
breath / The sky as wide open as a howling throat // My throat as wide open as
a prairie sky / As blue, as hungry to ungive what’s been taken // You can’t
give back what has been taken / Unname the place named what it already is [.]”
This
is an impressive collection, one comfortably powerful, without the awkward
stretches of so many other debuts; she knows full well what she is doing, without
any sense of showiness or hesitation, but a calm understanding of her own
lyric, her own strength. “Taking its title,” as the press release offers, “from
a beauty school in downtown Winnipeg that closed in 2017 after nearly 100 years
of operation,” the lyrics of Undi’s Scientific Marvel investigate and
interrogate the landscape of Winnipeg as city and cultural space, articulating
alternate perspectives on what had so long been assumed, presumed or simply
ignored. She writes a field guide of gestures, expectations, absolute delights
and utter losses. “every horizontal edge the city hesitates,” she writes, as
part of “FIELD GUIDE TO THE BIRDS OF NORTH AMERICA,” “and they die in such
numbers / with such specifity that scientists / name it and watch unmoved [.]”
Undi tethers her lyrics to these local histories, that sense of Winnipeg space,
fully acknowledging the self-described lineages through lovely, performative
gestures, guttural markers and lines composed as direct offerings turned
sideways. “It is bigger than its targets,” the short poem “IN DEFENCE OF THE
WINNIPEG POEM” reads, in full, mid-way through the collection, “& still small,
& there is nothing to do // & so much to be done, & here // at the
centre of a bad invention, // it is, in fact, pretty cold.”
Undi
includes, sprinked through the book, a thread of erasures out of the text of “Baker
v Canada (Minister of Citizenship and Immigration),” a landmark decision of the
Supreme Court of Canada, in which Mavis Baker, a Jamaican woman who had lived
in Canada without status for more than a decade, appealed for fairness in
regards to potential deportation, in part due to her having given birth to four
children while living and working in Canada. Undi uses these erasures to write
of erasure itself, a kind of prairie insistence to set aside what might not fit
neatly into presumed categories. Through her interrogations, Undi continues a thread
of articulating prairie Blackness that has become more prevalent over the past
few years, sitting alongside books such as Bertrand Bickersteth “Writing Black
Alberta” through The Response of Weeds: A Misplacement of Black Poetry on the Prairies (Edmonton AB: NeWest Press, 2020) and The Black Prairie Archives: An Anthology, ed. Karina Vernon (Waterloo ON: Wilfrid Laurier
University Press, 2020). For Undi, specifically, it is Winnipeg, the city that
loves to hate to love itself, and all within. “What else // will we cleave? The
light before / and after,” she writes, as part of “SPRING, OR SPIRAL IN THREE
PARTS,” “the smokeless air.”