Thursday, June 5, 2025

Colin Browne : When it cracked open

 

 

 

 

on a book rack in the Panama City railway station
in a cardboard box on Cook Street
on the porch at Mt. Newton, the Major’s whisperer
in the potato stalls of Pasto
at Granny Soot, its floor slipping into the sea
in the surge of a tumultuous River Eden
in a union hall
on a faceless, fatherless bluff
in the new uniform, so utterly unprepared
in the hundred alleys of Chengdu, on the thirty-six hills of Mount Song, at the Needle Sharpening
          Brook
in A, imploring heaven
on a swollen reef, the quivering coxswain
on a ladle, a wooden spoon with a heel
on the pyres of Jesuit insurgents
in the nibbled wrists of Bishop Laval
on the gun deck of Qu’Appelle,
on the lisping potsherds of Monte Alban
in a Halifax blizzard
in incendiary sun
in the phone book
in the salt weather of sorrow
on the star-wheel of a caraway disk
under the missile range
on the rue des Beaux-Arts: « C’est la poèsie! »
on the Richelieu, with a black armband, weeping
in the antic camiones de basura
their infallible
encantamientos
on the cobbles beneath Kit Smart’s knees
in six hundred and sixty-eight dire words
on a wharf like a nightstick
near a truck jammed with reeking bait
on the recovery ward: ten men, ninety-five toes
having lost way, taking on water
in blackberries, in September sun
in the name that is itself the thing
at eye-level, a welkin-blue wing
in the hail of spitballs that morning when Eddie Donaldson, without trouser clips, rose up
             to sing, in a suit like Breton’s
“Aux armes, citoyens...” 

in the red notebook
in the pale hub of dawn
Eddie Donaldson, j’écris ton nom.

 

 

 

Two recent projects by Colin Browne [photo credit: Marian Penner Bancroft] composer Alfredo Santa Ana were premiered in early April at the Fox Cabaret in Vancouver. A collection of Colin’s texts for music, entitled Into the Air, is in the works. His new book, The Possible, is an account of the visits by Surrealist artists to the Northwest Coast in the early 20th century. The book details the experiences of Kurt Seligmann and his wife Arlette in Hazelton, B.C., during the summer of 1938, and the journeys of Wolfgang Paalen, Alice Rahon, and Eva Sulzer from Alaska to Vancouver Island from June-August 1939.