Annick MacAskill, five from hem

This beautiful little chapbook from the incomparable Annick MacAskill is the kind of feminist revisioning that comes straight out of Gap Riot’s dreams. This collection is five tall, gorgeous feats of poetic prowess where MacAskill writes from the perspective of female figures from Ovid’s Metamorphoses. The poems consider sex, gender, desire, and sexual violence in Ovid and beyond, and each poem works to animate and amplify voices that, as the author notes, “say little to nothing in the original text.” Each poem begins with an epigraph from the Metamorphoses with the author’s original translation and then it starts running down these long pages it’s become some wild animal. These poems are from a larger project, hem, and we cannot wait to see the whole thing!

Printed all tall and beautiful and textured and in a limited run of fifty copies at Product Photo in Toronto, this chapbook and all translations of Ovid are by Annick MacAskill. It was typeset by Dani Spinosa who also did the cover design.

Sample Poem:

What burden unto you, Daddy, this new form, though still I gleam like stars— 

“me miserum!” ingeminat; “tune es quaesita per omnes

nata mihi terras? tu non inventa reperta

luctus eras levior!”

(Ovid, Metamorphoses, Bk I., ll. 653-55)

my skin so shone that not 

from his slippery desire 

or her sticky envy 

could I hide in the dark

like an ancient nightlight 

under shadow gifted 

by father or sky-father 

find a whole world a life

under a drench-thick cloud

& still be discovered

& still be prey make my

domestication this

ultimate specimen 

such textbook flattery so

damn literal why don’t 

you & quickly stop yr 

crooning for what kind of 

girl wastes away her pink days 

in a swarm of eyes his 

net such devotion O 

chase me away but first 

Father look in the sand 

see the resistance I 

trace in the dirt w/ my 

hardened hand the O 

how I protest for such 

is still my name & I 

can shape no words & so

useless to you [is this 

about the weight gain?] each

sign renewed w/in me 

& the world will come O

could mean everything yet

as I now on this same 

earth w/ tremulous limbs 

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