read an excerpt of Everything is Movies
review in Ottawa's XPress
Was it a manufactured hologram or the fog rising from a lake? In Nicholas Lea’s first collection of poetry, the question coalesces in an obvious yearning toward Surrealism and a supreme interest in aesthetics. Everything is movies wrestles with the myth-making of mass culture and high art but the collection – accidentally? – rolls off the bed and onto the floor, a heap of laughing limbs.
Even as the middle section (Dummies Wonder) stretches its arms toward the capital-L Canadian Landscape, Lea’s dazed, schizophrenic conclusion reminds readers not to take too seriously any invitation to “invent/a school in the wood somewhere/where dummies wonder”—rather that all the while we’ve been “under-the-bubble-bath-looking-/up.”