Geomantic riposte: 'The New Long Poem Anthology'
The second edition of The New Long Poem Anthology (edited by acclaimed poet Sharon Thesen), a collection of longer works; sequential poems; extended poems; and serial, lengthy or longish poems, is an important resource and geomantic touchstone for aspiring writers and fans of #CanLit alike, and includes work by Anne Carson, Christopher Dewdney, Lisa Robertson, Jeff Derksen, Don McKay, Erin Mouré, Patrick Friesen, Steve McCaffery, George Bowering, Dionne Brand, Louis Dudek, Diana Hartog, Robert Kroetsch, Daphne Marlatt, David McFadden, Barry McKinnon, bpNichol, Michael Ondaatje, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Fred Wah, Phyllis Webb, Robin Blaser, and Yolande Villemaire. The anthology also includes Pear Tree Poems, originally published by Coach House Press and nominated for a Governor General’s Award in 1987. The author, Roy Kenzie Kiyooka, was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan in 1926 and was active on the prairies as a highly respected painter, before moving to Vancouver, BC and challenging other artists to move beyond regional styles and to seek inspiration from international art currents, even as he began to produce work in many of the other arts outside of painting. Roy Kiyooka passed away in 1994—a notable posthumous work is his LINEbooks novella The Artist & the Moose: A Fable of Forget, which is a compelling critique of Canadian cultural nationalism, and also includes Kiyooka’s astute and amusing musings about artist Tom Thomson.
since i wrote the night sky down i’ve been out for
a late night bowl of barbecue duck noodle soup at kam’s garden
and since i got home i put the ol’ blue mule band on and
yes – i’ve dreamt up this 6 a/m dawn just for you . i’m just
an ol’ night bird ready to do the lindy hop with any ol’
hurdy-gurdy man or woman . “birds” who don’t invest in the same
dawn tend to end up sharing a different nest . since you
left i’ve been keeping an early morning vigil .
Geomantic Riposte: gas
what atrocious vigils i’ve owed you all this must look like
a real gas well those meretricious metrics have been at it again
with a flash of assonance thinking they own you maybe when
wcw sd we treat life like a bag of food we turn up our noses
at the stuff like in the yukon turning away arctic char sniffing
round for sushi joints surely some ol’ greek thinkypants drank
hemlock and had an early night no that’s not it either these
jobless thankless crepuscular vigils with wintering rabbits and
present company well who would play at craps to win that
but your funny fragmentary greens at the MacKenzie across
from Harold Town’s Tower of Babbling they get to me no
that’s not your greens garbanzo beans i’m not used to ‘em