Sunday, October 20, 2024

Joanne Arnott : Three quotes and a love poem

 

 

John Barlow 

The wise cannot impose wisdom on the world. At best, they can importune.
5 October 2024

 

John Barlow

Think it through by writing about it.
27 September 2024

 

John Barlow

A complex version of peace,
doves, sparrows, starling,
sharing a tree
19 September 2024

 

 

the strangest thing about his death
is not having his commentary
to bring us all inside the experience

heart or head or dream quake
nuance of the unfolding and everything
it reminded him of

john barlow’s riffs came early, circa 1980
the day i came home from abortion
he found me on my porch

i discovered beyond poetry
his empathy
something relaxed in me

ten years and thousands of miles later
he approached me in a bookstore
tilting reality

another decade or so and he found me again
by carefully reading a chain of protest letters
is this you?

if i had to summarize his role in my life
in a simple phrase, it must be
bringing me out of isolation

john barlow vanquished
my isolation
repeatedly

 

 

 

Joanne Arnott: Writer, editor, arts activist, originally from Manitoba, at home on the west coast. Six poetry books and four chapbooks, as author, among other titles, including pandemic friendship (above/ground press). I met John Barlow at U of Windsor around 1980, we formed part of The Ugly House writers. Years later I was drawn into Barlow’s online groups, riverspine, whalesnail, introducing me to many poets and many forms of poetic play. He has remained an integral element of life, a loved one.

Photo of the Ugly House Poets: John Liddle, Joanne Arnott, Lorenzo Buj + John Barlow

 

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Lillian Nećakov : The Saddest Poem

for & after John Barlow

 

The saddest poem is an empty hospital bed in the middle of a parking lot at the corner of Dundas and Bathurst. Clouds hovering like giant floatation devices. Summertime - the spitting image of your face – nothing more than an oil stain. And I’m pulling on my tights against this strange and terrible wind. There is a giant hole in the airspace filled with ideas and I think them, and I think them and each idea is a Saturday so sad.

But the saddest day is always Sunday. Whether we’re talking about love or reincarnation, tastes like a mouth on LSD, you said.

Last night we had enchiladas rojas and pie and beer. Later, we stepped outside to look at the night sky and there in the middle of our lives was a tiny Lawrence Welk, like a promise, conducting a miniature orchestra of atoms. And we told each other stories of toasters and our younger selves in motorcycle jackets and the shadows rippled into commas and ampersands  and ellipsis. And I kept thinking of that market kid and his lemonade stand, the saddest poem you wrote, and all the libraries closed, all the city pools, the barber shops, the zoos, the subway, infinite space, closed. And I thought, where does a kid like that go to cry hard?

But the saddest day is always Sunday. Whether we’re talking about hydrogen or flipflops, you only have to want to live and you live. That’s what you said.

The saddest poem is a piece of turquoise glass at the corner of Augusta and Nassau, 2 x $5 tax churros. The girl at the pickup window, hair the colour of condensed milk and somehow your eyes, smiling. But really, the thing I came here to tell you is how easily the skin breaks when one of us is gone. And that a city is held together by nothing more than the routes we walk in tandem and that the saddest poem you will write is the one you write from heaven.

 

 

 

 

Lillian Nećakov is the author many chapbooks, including, The Lake Contains and Emergency Room (Apt. 9 Press; shortlisted for the bpNichol Chapbook Award), as well as the full-length collections il virus (Anvil Press; shortlisted for the Pat Lowther Memorial Award), Hooligans (Mansfield Press), The Bone Broker (Mansfield Press), Hat Trick (Exile Editions), Polaroids (Coach House Books) and The Sickbed of Dogs (Wolsak and Wynn). Her book, Midnight Glossolalia, a collaborative poetry collection with Scott Ferry and Lauren Scharhag was published in 2023 (Meat for Tea Press). Her book, Duck Eats Yeast, Quacks, Explodes; Man Loses eye, a collaborative poem with Gary Barwin was published in May 2023 by Guernica Editions. She has also published in many print and online journals in Canada and the U.S. Lillian lives in Toronto.

Monday, October 14, 2024

Blaine Marchand : on Elisabeth Harvor

 

 

 

 

 

I first met Elisabeth Harvor, the Ottawa short story writer, poet, and novelist, at the annual gathering of the League of Canadian Poets in 1993. That year, she had won the League’s Gerald Lampert Memorial Award for her first book of poetry, Fortress of Chairs, published by Signal Editions, Véhicule Press. I had actually been aware of her earlier. Ottawa was a much smaller city in the 1970s and 1980s and its literary community as equally small. She lived in Ottawa South and me in the Glebe, so our paths frequently crossed though we had never spoken.

Over the years since our meeting, I learned from her what an interesting life she had, and of her incredible dedication and single-mindedness to her craft. Elizabeth was born in 1936, in New Brunswick. Her parents, Kjeld and Erica (Matthiesen), had immigrated from Denmark and were important potters in the Canadian artisanal scene. Elisabeth often said that her parents’ hand-built pottery creations were similar to her approach to writing: both begin with an image or idea of what could be fashioned, followed by the laborious work of bringing it to fruition. She knew early that she wanted to be a writer, announcing her decision to her parents at age 10.

In 1957, she married Stig Harvor, an architect, born to Norwegian parents in Finland. After a period in Europe, Elisabeth and Stig came to Ottawa and had two sons, Finn and Richard. Sadly, the marriage did not last. Her son Richard, himself a poet, died in 2013, aged 49.

Elisabeth was certainly prolific. Her first collection of short stories, Women and Children, was published by Oberon Press in 1973. Although her work brought quick recognition, she decided to pursue a creative writing degree at Concordia University, where she received her MA in 1986. But the publishing world had taken note of her work as her fiction, poetry and reviews fiction appeared in Canadian, American, Mexican and European journals.

Penguin Books Canada published her second collection of stories, If Only We Could Drive Like This Forever, in 1988. Then, HarperCollins reissued Women and Children under a new title, Our Lady of All The Distances, in 1991. And then her third short story selection, Let Me Be the One, was released in 1996 and was a finalist for the Governor-General’s Award for Fiction.

Following up on the success of her first poetry collection, Signal Editions, Véhicule Press, issued The Long Cold Green Evenings of Spring, in 1997. It was a finalist for the Pat Lowther Award, given by the League of Canadian Poets.

The new century brought two novels: Excessive Joy Injures the Heart, released by McClelland & Stewart in Canada, and by Harcourt in the US, in 2000. This was followed by All Times Have Been Modern, published by Viking Canada/Penguin in 2004, which was nominated for the Ottawa Book Award. And a collection of poetry, An Open Door in the Landscape, by Palimpsest Press in 2010.

Elisabeth was the recipient of many awards, including the Alden Nowlan Award for Literary Excellence in 2000, the Marian Engel Award for a woman writer in mid-career in 2003, the Malahat Novella Prize in 2015 and, in the same year, second prize in Prairie Fire Magazine’s Fiction Contest.

Although she lived in many different cities in her life, Elisabeth spent a great deal of time in Ottawa and so can be considered an Ottawa writer. While in the city, she was part of a women’s fiction group that included Nadine McInnis and Sandra Nicholls among others.

Many years ago, Elisabeth moved to the Wellington West neighbourhood, to a condominium just a few blocks from me. I often saw her walking in the late afternoon or evening along Wellington or the Byron Linear Park next to my home. We would chat and she would keep me up-to-date on what she had been working on that day, an idea or a character she wanted to explore in her latest chapter or her frustrations with edits that had been proposed to her work by an editor. All these underlined her consistent dedication to and pursuit of a literary career that spanned decades.

 

 

 

 

Blaine Marchand's poetry and prose has appeared in magazines across Canada, the US, New Zealand, Pakistan, India, France and Ukraine. He has won several prizes and awards for his writing. He has seven books of poetry published, a chapbook, a children's novel and a work of non-fiction. He has completed a new collection, Promenade.

Active in the literary scene in Ottawa for over 50 years, he was a co-founder of the Canadian Review, Sparks magazine, the Ottawa Independent Writers and the Ottawa Valley Book Festival. He was the President of the League of Canadian Poets from 1991-1993.

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