Evan A. Jordan: The Ethereal You

Evan A. Jordan: The Ethereal You

Editor’s Note: The poems and digital paintings from a project Evan A. Jordan has been working on since 2016, The Tom Thomson Abstracts. Each piece has a written and visual component, which responds to and "abstracts" one of Tom Thomson's paintings and Jordan’s own interactions with the landscapes in Algonquin Park, Ontario, where Thomson painted a century ago; the artworks in the series are Jordan’s own updated take on ekphrastic poetry.

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Path Behind Mowat Lodge, Spring 1917

Away into the ethereal you

lead us across the sumptuous

white lines of cloud soft hands

laid down like snow before us

spread shadows along the route

a rich gelatinous blue like you

into the red muddle of the future

over the crunch of footfalls biting 

Ontario’s brittle meringue, I taste 

sugar, a romantic arrived late

in the weight you applied to this 

strange mise-en-scene foreshadowing 

the bottom-of-lake blue drowning you 

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Petawawa Gorges, 1914

Where we hear a noise like you show

a gorgeous starkness that elides 

the pedestrian lurking behind our eyes 

beauty between the fall of light and darkness 

pervades beneath crag, canyon and echoes 

of lost shouts drowned in distance separated 

by ice ages, continental shifts and the planular 

carvings of gods, an innate animalism 

bred into basalt, your own geological survey

of ossified bones and a land peopled 

vast before your canoe, divided and 

split, but our current still runs through you

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Pine Island 1914

At Sturgeon Point the pines bend

to any analogy sung or sailed, spines 

withered and arthritic, but you never 

saw the effect of years on a wet veneer 

a slippery stone approach unpassable 

as death in the boughs, shadow in daylight 

angrily blown cirrus frightened and alone 

kin of my kin searching cathedral in sky 

you’ve turned your brush around sharp 

as wood on canvas, a patina like lichen 

settled on everything here, my family 

home, three figures in the foreground 

hunched gray beavers gnawing away

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Silver Birches, 1915/1916

Twilit dusk striped by clear water green 

you exhale a copse like ribbons of smoke 

in my eyes, bend the world into a clutch 

of blue green, blue green are these trees 

twisted and sinister, imagine the smell

of blue, tenebrous and cool, a deep under 

current of oil, treacherous yet gentle, you 

make me afraid of night, throw a shroud 

around the shoulders of earth, lumped and 

hidden in shadows, blue white of cataract

irises gaze from within this canvas, longing 

escape to a false freedom your hands create 

from sky speckled wrists your fingers fly free

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The Dead Pine, 1916

How you are stunted and trapped within 

stratocumulus swirls of gray misgiving 

white scratches and the exposed wood 

of your skin, bare patches and gaps

at the edges of plywood, cheap particle 

board and oil, a monster of navy, black 

irresistible midnight blue branches

in dead shadow, skewer day with shards 

cuts angles above those same blue hills

on the far shore again and again, you look to 

escape the chop and sizzle of open water 

your island of maroon torment, buried 

by the maple and sumac fire of fingerprints


Evan A. Jordan is a poet, writer and visual artist. His work has appeared in TLR, Matrix Magazine, Acta Victoriana, CV2, Bleacher Report, The Glasgow Gallery of Photography, PHOTO IS:RAEL, and in The Poetry Grow-op, as part of the Antigonish Review . He has published a collection of short stories, Didn't I Tell You? and a collection of poems, Passages. He currently lives in Saigon, Vietnam.