Woke up to news that Toller Cranston has left this world, suddenly, unexpectedly. Indeed, Toller was a champion; flamboyantly artistic, magnificently weird and out there. I remember his Russian split jumps, nobody could Russian split jump like Toller. And we loved him, even as we sat there in the flickering winter dark slightly weirded out…
Month: January 2015
The Poem of Silence: An Open Letter to Margaret Atwood, and all the Lions of Canadian Culture
Here’s an essay I wrote last November, and let lie. My thinking has evolved since then, as has the Canadian literary scene, not least via the publication of Kwe: Standing With Our Sisters, an anthology edited by Joseph Boyden and featuring a constellation of major Canadian lights including Ms. Atwood. I applaud all those involved,…
Do Not Send the Poets
Do not send the poets to build your mighty streets for we will follow the stream’s meander and bend aside for the cities of ants. Do not send the poets to clean your house for we are apt to pause enraptured by the fall of dust through light, and sing ‘o, there am i,…
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