Bureau of Useless Splendour: Poems
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Banks writes direct, accessible poems with strong allusions and 100% certified “fresh” images so seasoned poetry fans and those not accustomed to the genre can both find something to enjoy. He reminds readers that everyone needs “a bushel of smiles” or “a first aid / kit of laughing gas” to poison our anxieties with joy, and he does not shy away from difficult topics like toxic masculinity or mental health struggles. “Beauty is not beauty / without the ugliness surrounding it,” Banks says.
In Bureau of Useless Splendour, Banks lets his imagination roam across the science of DNA sequencing, internet memes, space-time physics, Canadian nationalism, a lunar discussion between Canadian poet Gwendolyn MacEwen and American poet Frank Stanford, and even reimagined fortune cookie “fortunes” — as if to illustrate that tucked away among the allusions to pop culture and Shakespeare, poems about Johannes Gutenberg and the Martian mountain Olympus Mons, there exists a dusty old office where the poet sits, creating vivid, delightful pieces and mischievous “invoices” dedicated to the beauty and wonder of this world.
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Chris Banks is a Pushcart-nominated Canadian poet with eight collections of poems. He has won two national awards, and his poems have appeared across Canada and the United States. Banks runs The Woodlot, a Canadian poetry reviews and essays website. He lives and writes in Kitchener, ON.
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Published: October 2026
ISBN: 9781770417472
Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.5 in.
Pages: 88
Reviews
“In Bureau of Useless Splendour, Chris Banks is our poetic faith-keeper, soothsayer, interpreter of anxieties and dreams, one of the unacknowledged custodians of our hearts’ lonely and absurd offices.” — Matt Rader, author of Ghosthawk and Fine
“A twenty-first century Prospero, Chris Banks throws his books into the sea in Bureau of Useless Splendour, only he doesn’t give up on magic: instead, he rubs words up against each other until he finds new music, new spells on ‘the alphabet’s magical abacus.’” — Jim Johnstone, author of The King of Terrors
“Banks’s poethood is defined by a yearning so intense and a capacity for marvelling so palpable, you want to shout camaraderie and praise. And quote endlessly. ‘Here I sit at the Bureau of / Useless Splendour awaiting the day’s invoices,’ he reveals in the collection’s title piece, which, with its complicated verve, its insight, gathers all the collection’s other poems around it in an overall anguished, impassioned paean to life.” — Russell Thornton