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Stop Wincing

Cristina Holman

Stop Wincing / We’re Fine

Artspeak; 24/04/2018

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When was the last time you gave yourself the treat of cracking open a new book of poetry? Cristina Holman’s new chapbook, Stop Wincing / We’re Fine introduces via 17 short pieces, a talented and highly entertaining new voice in poetry or for that matter, in any style of writing coming out of Canada’s West Coast. You don’t need to be a poetry fan to love this, nor do you need to take yourself too seriously to appreciate it.

Stop Wincing / We’re Fine is a product of the Artspeak Studio for Emerging Writers’ 2017/18 session and is beautifully bound by Vancouver’s Moniker Press. Holman is one of six talents shepherded by program director / poet and UBC Creative Writing lecturer, Sheryda Warrener.

The object itself is cleverly designed with a two-sided cover in bright neon orange, one side titled “Stop Wincing” and the other, “We’re Fine.” There is no indication of which is the front and which the back — it reminds me of the punk pop band Buzzcocks’ singles, where one side is labeled Side A and the other Side One, no preference intended.

On the page, the poems appear visually rhythmic, engaging both the reader’s eye and intellect. Holman’s observation plays upon a cascade of ideas with seemingly effortless verbal calisthenics, at times calling to mind Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poem, “Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15).”

 

            “my father says my brother thinks I’m smart

             my mother says fog

makes her feel like a lobster            in a cosmic pot

I sip my mix of mercury and argon”

(from “Neon:Smart”)

 

As with music, poetry is meant to be heard aloud. Not yet having had the opportunity to attend a reading by the poet, I can only imagine how hilariously some of these would go over. This is virtually poetry as stand-up material: The Button-Down Mind of Cristina Holman.

These lines are from her poem “On Normalcy and Snack Practices:”

            “Guarded, on the subject of coffee,

             a coworker confesses he has

             ten-cup days but today is a twelve-cup day.

 

             On main I meet a woman

             who ends calls to her mother

             with a quick “Hail Satan!” before the click.”

 

I laughed out loud frequently while enjoying this chapbook, and yet there are moments of deep consideration of existential questions, as conveyed in the poem “Matters.” Ostensibly about a sailing mishap, it explores the ultimate question: what is the meaning of existence? With the poet self-talking her way from nihilism and fear through hopeful surrender, and finally, acceptance and exaltation:

 

Mattering or not it is vast.             I strong-arm my attention to it,
                       catalogue
             the strangers that perplex me. And if I am vexed,

             I’ll turn from the slumping NOTHING, open up and yell

             EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING!

                              as I run from it.”

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Stop Wincing / We’re Fine is available online via Artspeak.