Geomantic Riposte: Archive of the Undressed
Jeanette Lynes is from Hanover, Ontario and is the author of six collections of poetry and one novel, The Factory Voice, a finalist for the Scotiabank Giller Prize and the ReLit Award. Lynes has taught creative writing at the Banff Centre, the Sage Hill Writing Experience, St. Francis Xavier University, and the University of Manitoba. She is a former editor at The Antigonish Review, and is currently Coordinator of the new MFA in Writing at the University of Saskatchewan. Lynes' most recent poetry collection Archive of the Undressed was shortlisted for two Saskatchewan Book Awards and is her "XXXphrastic" reaction to a collection of vintage Playboy magazines, “touched up” by her critical eye and yet in the same buttonless gasp, balanced by her satirical send-up of fantasy tropes that send the blood rushing to the reader’s ... brain.
In a review for Quill & Quire, Liz Worth elaborated on Archive of the Undressed:
Lynes builds lines of connection with the women she portrays. She presents them intimately, makes them so real they seem touchable – probably not unlike the way Playboy readers felt decades ago when they gazed upon the first centrefolds. Those connections are predicated upon Lynes’s imaginative development of the backstories of women who have frequently been dehumanized for public consumption rather than treated as individuals. Lynes includes poems featuring burlesque dancers and pin-up girl Bettie Page, and redefines sexuality in Northern Ontario – a region playfully referred to as The Queen’s Bush.
Archive of the Undressed by Jeanette Lynes (Wolsak and Wynn, 2012, Page 27)
Carnivals figure throughout our lives. Farmers’ market, row upon row
of puffed wheat squares. Yonge Street on either side, either century.
The office Halloween party. Any textile boom. All those times
they lured you in with a joke.
The time you ran away from home to the Calgary Stampede.
The Royal Winter Fair’s lady carved from butter.
The epic English Ferris wheel from which, expounded
the brochure, you can see clear to Canterbury. Like hell the pilgrims
were on their way to pray.
The Wife of Bath with her big bustling skirts, storied spouses.
Geomantic Riposte: Parasitos
The time you ran away from home to hide out behind a Regina
monologue They knew, of course that a predilection for grass-
hoppers living the dream only found in cereal boxes was in your
veins and would come to a sticky end someone who’s not a
parasite waiting for food trucks to emerge at the farmer’s
market positively reeking of bran new fictional triptych yet in
oure asshen olde is fyr y-reke bonny and sanguine to stroke
palm or cheek over background upload of heroic AEDEAGUS
making out with nothing but that big grain elevator on the brain
seeing this lady on the sly about an underwater bug that croons
with its equipment ending up in detox with a black lubber
hopper spinning spiracles to some cat called Bug Eric They
know I’m only aping a novel about a guy who makes a speech
then exposes himself in the public square sure but throw
in some movie bubble bath for an air of mystery yeah that
guy got the Nobel Prize for exposing himself and it was kinda