In 2008, Elena Johnson was invited to be the writer-in-residence at a remote ecology research station in the Yukon’s Ruby Range mountains. For several weeks she lived in the alpine tundra, working alongside a team of biologists whose research interests ranged from plants to marmots and ptarmigan. Field Notes for the Alpine Tundra is the result of that residency, evidence that “Each landscape leaves its mark– / a scratch at the heart”. Employing a range of poetic techniques (from the lyric to maps, charts and lists), Johnson’s poems are immersed in the remoteness of their environment, where the weather is “a cup over the valley”, “nights are mostly sunset” and people are “the tallest objects / bent by the wind”. Johnson observes how both the routine (laundry, camp life) and the minute (lichen, flowers, contour lines) take on new meaning in the vast wilderness of the tundra, how the creek “carries the sound of rain even in sunshine” and how the fox, encountered, “fits no guidebook description”. Like caribou silently appearing “antlers-first / from behind a ridge”, Johnson’s poems reward the reader with a mixture of surprise and recognition.
I loved this little book of poetry. Elena is a friend so it was doubly nice to read this book... I loved hearing her sense of humour and her attention to the little details. This book is so evocative of those moments in nature where you just get to be really present. All the observations, and thoughts are packed into these very compact poems. They are both clever and lovely. They take you through the landscapes and leave you with little smiles at the end of it.
I particularly enjoyed her descriptions of the camp, the sound of rain on the tent, and flapping doors, and duct taped pants. It is fun to read poetry of the mundane, somehow rendered sophisticated by its inclusion in a poetry book.
A tumble of visuals and an upswell of impressions.
Field Notes for the Arctic Tundra - are they for the tundra itself, or the "scratch at the heart" that the landscape has left on those who dwell there, ever so slightly? And am I, now, one of those dwellers?
I enjoyed reading this little collection. I only wish there was more than could fit into a few spare minutes.
Elena Johnsons poetry does an amazing job at bringing the reader almost to the tundra themselves, sharing the vastness, and loneliness of it. She's incredibly descriptive, and I really enjoyed quite a few poems from this collection.