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Me at Meet the Presses

Here’s more about Meet the Presses on Saturday in Toronto. It’ll be fun to get to see the big reveal of who won the bpNichol chapbook award at 2pm there. And just look at all those presses. Lots to explore.

My table will look something like this:

And I have Square which means I can accept plastic as well as cash.

Apt 9, Chaudiere Books and above/ground and phafours press will be among the Ottawa contingent at Meet the Presses. I’ll have some backlist and new mini and full chapbooks. If you can’t make it to that either, now some of my little chapbooks have their own Etsy shop.

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Best Canadian Poetry Anthology 2014

Join series editors Molly Peacock & Anita Lahey and guest editor Sonnet L’Abbe in celebrating the Toronto launch of The Best Canadian Poetry in English, 2014 – the 7th edition of this distinguished annual anthology.

That’s at Joy Bistro, 884 Queen St. E, Toronto, Ontario on Monday, November 24at 7:00pm

I’m not sure who all will be reading but I will and a bunch others. Make it out if you can.

That’s not to be confused with that which was last night, The Best Canadian Poetry Series of Coach House.

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New Mini Chapbook

I mentioned this on FB but not here: Added to the fall 2014 mini chapbook set is this doing & undoing by Avonlea Fotheringham. Short tight beautiful little poems.

PB130005 (2)

Categories: phafours press news.

Ottawa Poet Laureate Meeting


Categories: PSA, Poetry.

Upcoming Activities

Sat Nov 8, 2014, 12 noon-5pm Ottawa Small Press Fair
phafours will have a table at the Ottawa Small Press Fair where you can pick up new and back list chapbooks and mini chapbooks including these new ones by Sanita Fejzic, Phil Hall, myself, & Monty Reid. Jack Purcell CC, 320 Jack Purcell Lane Ottawa, just off Elgin.

2014 mini chapbooks

Phil Hall

from the diaries of Semicolon

Kissing Bug, Monty Reid, phafours press, 2014

Sat Nov 15, 2014, 2pm Writers Read Series
North Grenville Public Library, Kemptville Branch, 1 Water St, Kemptville. Roland Prevost and Pearl Pirie reading from new work.  [poster here]

Sat Nov 22, 2014, 11:30am-5pm, Meet the Presses, Toronto
Tranzac Club 292 Brunswick Ave., Toronto. I’ll have a phafours table along with these folks which unless otherwise noted are in Ottawa or Toronto: above/ground press, Apt. 9 Press, Baseline Press (London),BookThug, Coach House Books, Cough, Frog Hollow (Victoria), Gesture Press, Imago/Red Iron, Junction Books, Laurel Reed Books (Mt. Pleasant), Little Brother Magazine, Mansfield Press, OutWrites, Pedlar Press (St. John’s), phafours, Porcupine’s Quill (Erin), Proper Tales Press (Cobourg), Puddles of Sky (Kingston), Rampike (Windsor), Serif of Nottingham (Hamilton), Sherwood Press, Sunnyoutside Press (Buffalo), Taddle Creek,Teksteditions, Thee Hellbox Press (Kingston), Underwhich Editions, Wolsak and Wynn (Hamilton) and words(on)pages [poster here]

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Grant Season?

Artist Statement

Artist Statement
My work explores the relationship between the Military-Industrial Complex and unwanted gifts.
With influences as diverse as Machiavelli and Francis Bacon, new tensions are manufactured from both constructed and discovered narratives.
Ever since I was a postgraduate I have been fascinated by the endless oscillation of the mind. What starts out as contemplation soon becomes manipulated into a carnival of distress, leaving only a sense of dread and the dawn of a new synthesis.
As wavering phenomena become distorted through diligent and diverse practice, the viewer is left with a testament to the inaccuracies of our condition.

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Top 7 of Top 10 Literary Landscapes

The station can’t track how many people listen to the radio over the radio waves, but if you play the podcast afterwards at the site, it can tell how many plays there were.

Guess what name kept re-occurring in the top 10 broadcasts heard on-demand at station over the last 6 months at CKCU? Literary Landscape.

That could be because writers listen to writers on poet time, a bit offset from the usual schedule but in any case our show has been in the top 8% of the station so thank you for that!

CKCU runs 24 hours a day, every day of the year by over 200 volunteers in 12 languages. There are 120 shows on CKCU. 19 of them are talk shows so to be among the top plays on demand is kinda special.

If you missed these episodes, here they are:

(While you’re there you can also leave messages on the pages.)

Radio is the ultimate ephemeral micropublishing. It’s slightly more tangible than a thought between the ears.

CKCU has been dropping soft thoughts and sounds as an indie station since 1975. Not commercial radio, not publicly owned, instead owned by any member of the public who wants to support. Last year the Annual Funding Drive has a goal of $127,000. We made it and then some. We can do it again this year. The station funding drive starts officially today!

You can donate to CKCU through their website, phone lines, or the United Way. When you make your donation to the United Way, simply select CKCU as the charity you’d like to receive your United Way donation.

CKCU newsflash: This summer, we ran our first radio camp for blind adults. We offer an entry point into the media for Carleton University students and others. Many people who went on to become full-time journalists and media personalities got their start at CKCU. CKCU also runs radio camps for kids in March break and the summers teaching them new skills and building their confidence.

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95 Books for 2014: List 14: Medieval Now, Objectless Reading & The Parallel Contemporaries

  1. Time Was Soft There: A Memoir A Paris Soujourn at Shakespeare & Co by Jeremy Mercer (Picador, 2005)
    This was a lovely read. It has vivid details about the history of bookstores and the nature of the characters who come to live there, among the 40,000 writers who have crashed at the store. There’s something of a novel’s arc to it as it recount’s George’s lifetime adventures, his philosophy of give what you can, take what you need as he runs his space for writers for decades. It has to start somewhere and he felt “the stronger the community, the stronger the individual” unlike capitalism where society is judged by the richest state. “Look at the poor people, look at the single mothers, look at the prisoners,” he said, “These are the yardsticks of a civilization.” (p. 213). Also memorable, p. 239

    Tom and I once had a long discussion about signs. I held there was a message to be had in them, that one could determine one’s path by keeping an eye out for omens such as snarling dogs or smiling girls. Tom felt this was an internal process, that every minute of life was surrounded by a thousand potentially meaningful incidents. [...] Tom would say that on the same corner as the snarling dog might be the girl, and if one wasn’t so nervous of the dog, one would notice her smile and believe it was a charmed day.

    It was written by a former Ottawa resident, former writer for the Ottawa Citizen. Here’s another article on George Whitman [via the Paris Review daily roundup].

  2. The Poems of Aemilia Lanyer: Salve Deaus Rex Judaeorum (1611)
    This is a book that I’ve been pecking away at for years. Poetry Foundation describes it as “Aemilia Lanyer was the first woman writing in English to produce a substantial volume of poetry designed to be printed and to attract patronage.” and it’s “arguably the first genuinely feminist publication in England.”

    One section is allegory. One is repeating bible stories in a different rhymed form. Blood dripping onto feet and lover as Christ is prevalent enough to give you an idea.

    Nor is he fit for honour, or command,
    if base affections over-riles the mind;
    or that selfe-will doth carry such a hand,
    as worldly pleasures have the power to blind
    so he cannot see or understand
    how to discharge that place to him assign’d:

    Some are over the top kiss ups to her arts patrons, where her eyes are brighter than the sun itself, has incomparable excellence or virtue, chaste breast, pure mind, etc. Some are thanks for letting the poet stay at her estate,

    Each Arbour, Banke, each Seate, each stately Tree,
    Thought themselves honour’d in supporting thee.
    The pretty Birds would oft come to attend three,
    Yet flie away for feare they should offend thee:

    She was a contemporary of Stanley, even referencing him. Somehow her poems seem more like verse but then they are much more outward poems. The function of her poems is more didactic to create unity among Christians. These are occasion poems and public lecture kind of poems, poems proclaiming a feminist spun version of Christian faith rather than an inner neurotic rant made public. The latter naturally would naturally feel more personal somehow.

  3. Five (Apt 9 Press, 2014)
    This anthology from An Accord of Poetsis an enjoyable read from young new poets. You can read about the road trip making of the tour in an account by Cameron Anstee. It has poems by jesslyn delia smith, Jeff Blackman, Cameron Anstee, Rachael Simpson and Justin Million. All distinct and accomplished voices from political to lyrical to minimalist. Anstee’s pared down to essential movement poems,



    the gathering rain

    will occupy the whole air

    from p. 13, a section by smith


    beneath our
    umbrella we damage the soil, we
    dig with purpose. in the end
    we ask for the rain, for what it
    becomes when we’ve torn up the streets

    I have heard all the poets read before but appreciate having them in the print. I wasn’t fast enough to get a second set of poems from jesslyn delia smith which she made for the tour. That stack disappeared fast.

    From Jeff Blackman, “Year of Well,” p. 26

    Hey downhill slope, hey thing I say, hey wife downstairs watching the Leafs blow; why’s everything so possible? Hey probable

    show yourself.

    Poetry that’s “on”, alert, questioning itself and everything else. Flips of tones because life isn’t a fixed thing.

    From Justin Million, longer poems, 2-4 pages,

    a walking checklist
    with everything on it–

    not as much dust
    on the world wheb
    the poem’s pussy (never say poem in a poem,
    they will write you out
    of the hottest clubs) is such a vastness–

    my million booms lower, pens
    wish something wide
    open, when I fail at least
    I am emptied into friends…at least we try

    A similar sort of dexterity of movement among subjects and tones, a roving sharp mind.

    From Simpson’s Day Moon (p 55) the keen observing mind, minimalist but also with a non-superfluous flourish of elegant.

    in search of a fallen
    object behind an object.

    Cream in your cup
    rises to the top and you
    stir again.

  4. Roland Barthe‘s The Pleasure of Text (1973)
    Barthe saying, “The pleasure of the text is the moment when the body pursues its own ideas” might apply as well to bpNichol as Barthe.

    More the philosophy of reading,

    On the stage of the text, no footlights: there is not behind the text, someone active (the writer) and out front someone passive (the reader); there is not a subject and an object. The text supersedes grammatical attitudes: it is the undifferentiated eye which an excessive author (Angelus Silesius) describes: “The eye by which I see God is the same eye by which He sees me.”

    Interesting read. Spins in ideas.

  5. Polyamorous Love Songs: A Novel by Jacob Wren bookthug, 2014)
    This I already talked about over at Humanyms in relationship to the movie My Dinner with Andre Some books leave no trace. Not all books need to. This one is extremely complex in the sense of being worthwhile. It collages different stories but has a sense of closure at the same time. Some poetry and literature may be social opinion but this is more sharp commentary. How much of the time do we forget as artists or citizens how comfortable we feel even when despairing, our electric blanket, behind our insulated walls while others struggle for rights and privileges like the right to vote and be part of government that we don’t even bother to exercise. It inquires into core identity, drives for authenticity and realness and implications of that.
  6. Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell (Little, Brown, 2008)
    Some things I’d gleaned from articles here and there. Those born January-March tend to have success that follows thru life and those born in the last 3 months of the year where cohorts are divided by year are the squirts among older more developed kids every years until about adolescence, the quick reading group, a few months more skills at hockey and the advantages keep accumulating. I’ve read from Ruby Payne about class culture difference. Terman’s IQ studies of kids in the 150-200 IQ was fascinating. In the end it wasn’t the deal maker or deal breaker. Followed longitudinally, p. 93

    Terman ran through every conceivable explanation. He looked at their physical and mental health, their “masculinity-feminitity score”, and their hobbies and vocational interests. He compared the ages when their started walking and talking and what their precise IQ sore were in elementary and high school. In the end only one thing mattered: family background.

    Wealth, yes but wealth or poverty culture. Those who succeeded came from parents who painstakingly cultivated the children, instructed on how to navigate, pressed to try and to question, while lower class kids were constrained to obey and internalized different rules. Richer kids were taught soft skills of “knowing what to say to whom, knowing when to say it and knowing when to say it for maximum effect” (Sternberg). Equally intelligent but lower class children were taught to be independent, find their own way and mistrust authority.

    It’s easy to feel fated, stuck but also easy to blame character or choice when some things faster than consciousness can be at work. Attitudes are also cultural, even hundreds of generations long. Feels damning to hear how many of these I use or my maternal side does:

    At the same time we are categorical descending from the various inheritances. Looking at students in Michigan, some from high-wealth families with a culture of asking people to ask questions and so on collides in the hall:

    So with the set-up of being called a name, what does it do to a “finish the story” scenario and to the cortisol under the tongue? If your ancestors were the wave of settlement of cultures of honour from Ireland and Scotland, your responses were different than puritan settlers.

    On the second threat of a pathway being impeded, northerners moved 5 or 6 feet before they needed to whether insulted earlier or not. The southerners moved out of the way differentially 9 feel ahead if uninsulted but if insulted played chicken until 2 feet away. Backs got up and stayed up.

    Tricky shifty unshifting unconscious. So much goes on in there.

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95books for 2014: list 13: Poems & other histories of the future

Here, mostly poetry, some local history, philosophy and a novel. Underway to finish are various histories and biographies.

  1. distinctions: (rob mclennan, above/ground, 2014)
    The fragmentary pieces play towards and away from narrative. For example while not without subject or central density, it teases parts of external and internal and multiple readings. Yet as “not presently”, and as “but”. Quirky concrete details. Who would wish a child to be born an Eeyore, hold that up as a masculine ideal? The foetal as moving thru all the species of fish to bird to mammal to independent person. Each phrase cantilevers so the movements are dense and economical.

    No way of knowing, yet. But she might feel. Dentist predicts: a boy. Gifts an Eeyore toothbrush. Kim dreamed: a girl. Fade, remain, entire weeks. What have we to offer? Wings, detach. Break free. The black thick space of mouth, collapsing.

  2. Nickel Gambles [from] carcino¼Ґ!Y#86Øi‡ſß™86Ł*,´≈μðm‰г]³4¤±_gen (16 Pages Digital Chapbooks ed./curated by Daniel Zomparelli, 2014)
  3. To quote from it confuses my html into crashing with junk characters such as in its title.

    I adore the pace of the text, and how it emulates how conversations sound, some clear, some as if muffled through a watery tunnel. I love the play in spelling “we admit plane enough”. It mixes slack passing the time conversations and randomized content. It kicks out phrases like “something to benign upon” The presentation is another level of delight so check out the link while it’s live.

  4. Robert Bly: Selected Poems (Harper & Row, 1986)
    I enjoyed how he introduced each sample from various projects. The preface of what he was aiming to do, what he was reading and writing at the time, how projects overlapped I found fascinating and plain-spoken.

    Somehow when people talk about poetry, their own or that of others, they get all tangled in some unnecessary script. It is interesting where he said, such as in this I threw over what I’d done before and embrace strict syllables but the tone and effect is much the same. He has in the poems some wonderful moments “our bodies jointed as calmly/as the swimmer’s shoulders glisten at dawn”

    The Hockey Poem is perhaps the funniest poem I have read in a good while. People on the train were beginning to get curious about my laughing aloud. Now let me ruin the joke by saying it’s the unexpected comparisons he makes. Here’s from the first quarter,

    Robert Bly
    The combination of comparisons surprised greatly along with being such gentle images for such towering roughhousing boys.

    Admittedly I have a soft spot for ants but this Winter Poem is simply lovely,
    Robert Bly

  5. Images from Declassifed Nuclear Test Films by Stephen Brockwell (above/ground, 2014)
    YouTube channel for those nuclear test films It is a hard task to talk about incomprehensibly heinous things flatly and lightly enough that the reader can draw the horror instead of being told second hand.
    The last poem is a list poem on nothing, on silence, absence and it accumulates in a moving way of all the things that are in nothing.
  6. Thou by Aisha Sasha John (BookThug, 2014)
    She rages against female as petit asexual shy and scared. From “Forcing a blush out of them”

    Help me understand

    as a social apparatus

    so I just swam.
    And feel so nice. [...]
    The black hole of your
    sweat stain.

    I put on my $300 bathing suit
    to swim the old water.
    To see it.

    A lot of poems are of checking out guys. She battles the embedded culture that has gobbled out the romantic fear culture of Hitchcock. p. 21

    Alfred said: are the dark trees at war with the darklike trees?

    People want to be scared.
    And then you scare them.
    I want to embarrass
    you. To crouch
    my my stupid swollen body.
    It’s getting longer.
    Because I talk.
    I rest
    my hand on my own belly kindly
    when I’m
    being tender with myself.
    The romance capable
    only of girls
    as girls.

    The binary of binding roles is false. It is a struggle to get to what is, rather than what is imposed on top. Not the oversimplified but the simple present when so much past and imagination is internalized. Wheat and chaff. p. 57 “Men who know about women understand there aren’t/any”. It’s unfortunate that has to be said but since it needs reiterating, it’s good to see someone voicing it.

    In p. 53-56 “Okay I skimmed the book; that’s enough” she says

    If I am the same as other people, why don’t they like poetry. I love poetry.

    And I am the same as other people. I’ve checked.

    Sometimes I watch a video and feel good that I am the same as other people.

    Somewhere in a reading pause after that it occurred to me why people match each other in posture, mimic tone and terms, perhaps even the dress code. Not to conform but in recognition of the impossible chasm between each individual and to signal they wish to make an effort despite the odds to communicate anyway.

    It’s mostly poetry as a blunt instrument, talking about ideas. “I do not prefer the neatness my imagination offers the future” (p.59) but it is isn’t uniformly hammering a new present. Lyrically sweets slip in “you have a bib/of sunburned skin” or (p. 135) “I want t smekk the armpits of the line//like how the unit of a poem/is your mouth” or “May we bathe/ in the waters of our enoughness” (p. 77).

    Many of the poems seem to align with Stuart Ross’ principle of “write uncleverly”. Or take a page from Kenneth Patchen’s The Artist’s Duty such as,

    So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame
    To extend all boundaries
    To fog them in right over the plate
    To kill only what is ridiculous
    To establish problem
    To ignore solutions
    To listen to no one
    To omit nothing
    To contradict everything
    To generate the free brain

    It’s a fresh kind of beauty. It has a resistance to itself that goes higher and lower, rather than forming a rut of itself, if that makes sense.

    It makes for a quick read since there’s a sense of blurt rather than carefully constructed intricate sonic web to ooh and ah over. Poems detail digestion, or slang clichés do so knowing. The talk of “physically” meaning, I guess, being in the body and the experience, not the should of the mind wore on.

  7. The Alphabet Game: a bpNichol reader, edited by Darren Wershler-Henry and Lori Emerson, (Coach House, 2007)
    Some chapters are the most invigorating fun poetry I’ve read in a good long while. The full range of emotions and intellect get engaged. It can go from anecdote to playing in a build universe where letters of the alphabet are characters. There’s a dance of sound and ideas, exploring but the dance of someone who knows various kinds of dance and brings that to new steps.

    I may never get why people like his Billy the Kid, for example. The autobiography of train series was interesting. I admire his desire for dexterity.

    Poetry doesn’t get encoded as lines stacked thus with an upshot of feel sad and maybe with a twist of mildly surprised or sharply sad. They are more open and filled.

  8. Whiskey And Wickedness: Lower Rideau River Valley of Carleton, Lanark, Leeds and Grenville Counties (Whiskey and Wickedness, #1) Larry D Cotton, (Larry D. Cotton Associates Ltd., 1997)
    The book goes into great detail of the wild years of Bytown such as (p. 29-30) when the Shiners ruled as a vigilante mob for a decade. In one case a group attacked a carriage with wife and children of an Orangeman who they beat. They dumped the people, stole the horses, cut off the horses and ears of the horses. The family recovered, the horses were recovered. A revenge gang was formed against Gleeson, but was put off by officials who assured them that they would look after justice, while after spreading a rumour that the Orangeman would attack so Catholic families got arms ready. Gleeson was fined. It seemed to blow over. But a year later Orangeman Hobbs found Gleeson and cut off his ears. IMG_2291

    The data in the book is all fairly primary with quotes or images direct from archives. Did you know most stores had free samples of wine or whiskey from the keg in the back.

    Whiskey & Wickedness
    Every holiday was a reason to be drunk and disorderly. Authorities had problems such as kids horse racing down main street. Early dragging.

  9. An Acre in Time by Phil Jenkins (2002)
    I have meant to read this since it came out. I stalled there a couple times before. It starts precambrian and goes to debates on what to do with Lebreton Flats. Fascinating stuff, except perhaps for the detail of geology. Did you know the first electric stove was invented and first installed in Ottawa?

    An Acre of Time

    The chapter I found most interesting was on Constant Penency who was a native leader who lived through early European trappers moving in, claiming land, his in particular, to it being forested and being settled and his grave.
    An Acre of Time

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Rout/e at Petrie Island

The rout/e poetry installation in the ecological reserve of Petrie Island was a poem planting event on Oct 10th. The park is on the east side of Ottawa. It went up on Thanksgiving weekend and stay up until they’re gone.
This, as with the first manifestation of the footpress, was a sort of ‘nature note’ mockup – poems placed under plexiglass on plywood and posted with 2×1’s on the trails. There are actual nature notes there too:

fern descriptor

Katherine, the native flora program coordinator, fits the laminated sheets in behind the plexiglass sheet.

Poems in this installation were by: David Groulx, Roland Prevost, Pearl Pirie, Sandra Ridley, and Blaine Marchand.

a wheelbarrow of poem material
Poem material, ready to move.

poetry load
Poems being hauled by Brian Pirie.

the descent of the paparazzi
At one point there were 5 of us photographing. Some of a poem paparazzi scrum captured by Janice Tokar here as Sandra Ridley’s poem about high water is planted at the edge of the waterline that will rise in spring. This is by Turtle pond on Turtle trail.

Turtle Lookout, no turtles sunning today
Turtle hide lookout.

pounding the first stake, Ridley's poem
A closer shot.

Sandra Ridley's poem on Turtle Trail
Each has a little code so if you have the app and device you can get bonus material, like Roland’s poem having background music as he reads it.

Roland with his poem
Here’s Roland with his poem.

Ottawa River by fern trail
It’s out by the shore edge of the Ottawa river west of the education building.

It’s a relatively new protected area. On one part there’s trails for hiking or skiing. Other area have boardwalk style seating to watch the pond.

kids learning area
There’s also an education centre, a picnic area, a white sand beach and pontoon rentals. Someone should rent a pontoon next summer and have a poetry on the Ottawa river reading.

A little more westward,
the maker of the posts, Groulx's poem
Al Tweddle (Chair of Friends of Petrie Island) and some of the other FOPI Board members were the ones who built the signs. Here is puts up the David Groulx poem set in the wildflower walk area. It is a romantic poem from his latest book about finding a quiet hideaway spot with a dead moose to make love by.

Chris Turnbull adjusts the cover on David’s poem (picture by Jan).

Blaine Marchand's poem on Bill Holland trail
Blaine Marchand’s poem is by the chain gate at the end of the nearest section of Bill Holland trail. The poem references stones and there shore there is rocky.

screwing it to the case
Rocky enough that there was some debate on whether a stake could be hammered in.

Blaine Marchand's poem
Once it was in, it is a poem with a view.

Pearl with poem
Here I am with my poem which is further east towards the parking lot of Turtle Pond trail. I thought the idea of cleft of rock and the two trees collapsed into each other (which I didn’t photograph) made the poem fit the site.

the assembled
And here’s everyone who came except Al who is taking the photo.

I’m not usually one to give occasion poems but afterwards this,

flushed cheeks in a breeze
Petrie Island, Oct 10, 2014

couches are fine. commodious.
if leather, initially autumn-cool.

how did I forget the outdoors’
greatness? um, am I not even 

a homebody so much as a 
chairbody? my knees, willow,
in the wind, bending, harrum,
straighten, swing a thrum.

painted turtles on that
log? nope.
brisk walks with no direction to 
talk towards. 
no instrumeant al conversation sung, 
no violins, no drums, Jan, Rol, Al,
Chris, Brian, Katherine and I. what’s past the 
next corner by the butternut? silver 
ripples lap gravel maps
taking turns at mallet whacks next stake from the wheelbarrow

poems for sparrows, for the plein-air painters,
for the asian hikers of 3 generations who paused to ask.
grey-haired stroller to buckskin fringe-boot-swing daughter over stroller

granddad duck-nods
very good. poemwords sun fern
blend in and out like redmaplecloudsun.

painter along the trail

Other installation of rout/e have been at (g)roving, situated between the campus of the University of Guelph, Kemptville, and the AgroForestry Centre with poems by Monty Reid, Sandra Ridley, derek beaulieu, and at Cornerbrook, Newfoundland in the Glynmill Pond section of the Cornerbrook Stream Trail with collaborators/participants Adrian Fowler, Stephan Walke, Holly Pike, Beth Follett, Adam Beardsworth and Shosh Ganz.

In winter as with the other ones the poems catch the attention of skiers at the Glynmill Trail. Previously and still there are poems up at the Marlborough Forest trail with poems by rob mclennan and Amanda Earl.

The next version of rout/e is a large poetry installation at Baxter Conservation Area, placed as a panel in a solar array near Kars, Ontario. So far this has beaulieu’s Translating Apollinaire.

Categories: Poetry history.