Five for $5 Each

Items in our catalog typically sell their way out of print, but every once in a while we are left with extra copies in our inventory. The titles below are now available at the comically low price of five dollars each. Make one yours before they disappear forever, or share one of your favorites this gifting season.

ANC016: How to Swim by Heather Momyer
"poetic prose cradles characters struggling by land, sea, and air to affirm identities"

ANC017: Brittle Cambia by Bill Ripley
"this Matryoshka-styled narrative will leave you pondering the precarious nature of rebuilding"

ANC01: Amicability by A Light Sleeper
"long and strange conversations to melt your face slowly."

ANC010: Magnetic Current by Cross Record
"primacy and consciousness; clarinets and cello; the gospel, the relic, the drone."

ANC019: Laps by Joanna Novak
"bottomless appetites of girls; her characters crave everything from food to love to complete transformation."

ANC031: How to Design a Hail Storm by Robert Swereda

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Control: the intention of nothing, of choosing the wrongs as it has been defined from the outside. Also the precipice of old movies as old value constantly repeats; the choice is nothing as Swereda recurves the world while building upon powerlessness in a new surrounding — every time the blank piece of paper, every thing a beginning, everything a nothing. - Freke Räihä

Alberta's highest peak beckoned the vicar of Ipswich from afar. Slogging through grimy borough boulevards, James Outram sought to carve a legacy among the unclaimed crags and crannies of the Canadian Rockies. Achieving nearly thirty first ascents in the first two years of the twentieth century, the stilted clergyman made himself over in the image of intrepid claimant, planting the Union Jack on any pinnacle in sight, most notably the crown jewel of Mount Columbia. He later made record of the quest, writing of the "imperishable strokes upon [his] memory" the endless sea of snow-capped mountaintops left, demonstrating the impact untrodden terrain has upon those daring enough to cross it.

Exploration features prominently in the work of Robert Swereda, from boldly stripping Calgarian journalism of its context to playfully bending words against their will in the formation of invented portmanteaus. But Swereda's text refrains from arch diversion; rather, it reveals a world in which "the deficiency of everything is of significant worth." In a momentary break from ANC's monochrome visual orthodoxy, Hail Storm is presented in a manner suited to its modest grace. Bound in a metallic cover with illustrated endpapers, the collection depicts the control one has in starting over, be it descending one mountain to conquer its neighbor or the discovery of new truths in prosaic derivations.

68 pages, handmade and numbered
$15 (US postage paid; please inquire for Canadian orders)

ANC030: Dark Specks in a Blue Sky by Howie Good

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Life here is dangerous. Even the body eventually turns hostile toward its only occupant. Look at me, a symphony crawling with worms. Stay up late enough you can feel the dark begin to vibrate.

The notion of shadows gliding through a space is an image rooted in lyricism rather than basic principles of physical science; a shadow's vector does not move. It remains fixed in an infinitesimal stasis, an isolated point, one blot in an endless series of abstraction. New projections emerge at the speed of light, like a filmstrip with a frame rate far too fast to note. But what of the metaphorical shadow? The pervasive gloom of depression, evil, and doubt; the doppelganger; the Jungian dark side that resides within us all? Do these bleak states manifest in a constant, feverish procession, or do we wade in a fluid, ever spreading morass? Which would be a more terrible truth? 

It is the conceptual shadow that looms most heavily over Howie Good's Dark Specks in a Blue Sky, not the literal absence of photons. The followup to his Beautiful Decay/The Cruel Radiance of What Is double feature, Dark Specks offers further commentary on our crumbling world. But while those earlier titles tempered their murk with brief asides of lighthearted absurdity, he does not offer such relief this time around. There is no chiaroscuro here, just black, black, black. Capturing the daily malaise of a fugue state punctuated by arbitrary brutality, Howie Good's Dark Specks in a Blue Sky turns its eye to our collective discord, "darkness the only light by which to see."

96 pages, handmade and numbered
$15 (US postage paid)

ANC029: He Made It by Bill Ripley

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Following traumatic brain injury, structural damage and disturbance of neurotransmitter systems leads to a cluster of symptoms known as post-concussion syndrome. Standard physical ailments such as migraines, dizziness, and fatigue certainly intensify the challenges of recovery, yet pale in comparison to the psychological toll of a near death experience. Moreover, the litany of emotional side effects is further exacerbated by the impaired cognitive abilities associated with the healing process. A significant example of these impairments is amnesia, both anterograde (prior to the incident) and retrograde (after). An inability to clearly recall events that led to an occurrence is a mystifying feeling; vague memories of its consequences only add to the bewilderment. When the occurrence is a glimpse of one's own demise, words fail to convey the sensation that lingers long after.

An acute subdural hematoma brought on by the regrettably inadequate elasticity of standard playground blacktop kept Bill Ripley in a state of mental oblivion for much of June 2012 and beyond: blackout, surgery, coma, medicated stupor, general confusion. After weeks in a hospital bed, he only truly returned to himself in the time thereafter. As months turned to years, the thought of what was barely averted hung over his thoughts, along with all the textbook what if's? and why me's?; what was absent was a concrete grasp of how it came about and how he got through it. Conversations, treatments, meals, faces emerged through the haze only to disappear again. As time passed, he realized that this fog extended as far back as a year before his injury and spread to the subsequent months. Attempts to document this pivotal moment proved ineffective until he realized the words telling the story need not be his own.

Using the text of his wife's daily emails to friends and family during his hospital stay as source material, Ripley first constructed erasure poems detailing the ups and downs of his progress. Using numeric data from the astounding onslaught of insurance statements that continued to arrive long after his accident, he then arranged the fragments into short, random compositions by means of a detached illogic that rivaled the tactics employed by medical billing professionals. In this way, he has attempted to reverse engineer the chaos that exists for him in fleeting scraps. It is a puzzle comprised of tossed-off pieces with no clues and no solution, a memoir produced in the absence of memories.

Deck of 58 cards, handmade and numbered
$15 (US postage paid)

ANC028: Woodlot by Arthur Bull

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Slash / Returning to the cabin he takes one glance backwards / At sky and sunlight pouring through the trail he’s just cut

From tightly-woven networks forged of some luminous and chiming substance, to solitary figures draped across an evaporating field of their own resonance, guitarist Arthur Bull wrings from his instrument an array of tones both demanding and fruitful. At once conceiving and resolving mysteries, these are recordings of a highly reflective quality. Paired with a book-length collection of poetry written by the musician that examines the binaries of place/displacement, longing/belonging, and attachment/detachment, Woodlot captures the experience of traversing an abundant field in isolation, deeply aware of the story it tells and your insignificance within it.

Featuring free-form, non-idiomatic improvisations, Bull's playing touches the boundaries of various genres long enough to blur them before adding their elements to his meditative meanderings. So too does his writing absorb influence: classical Chinese poetry, nature field guides, Sophocles, the flight patterns of a silent, gliding owl. Regardless of the pieces that push Bull's puzzles to their heights, his is a singular voice. Woodlot calls upon that voice to masterfully tell of one man wandering through sounds, through words, through trees simultaneously rich in metaphorical abstraction and ecological substance.

58-page book with CD, handmade and numbered
$18 (US postage paid)

May 31st, 2015

In the first five months of this year, Another New Calligraphy has published an astonishing seven titles. Stay tuned this summer as we bring you more information about these upcoming additions to the catalog:

  • ANC028: Woodlot by Arthur Bull
  • ANC029: He Made It by Bill Ripley
  • ANC030: Dark Specks in a Blue Sky by Howie Good

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