December 06, 2006
New Poet Laureate for Canada. John Steffler fills the post.
...
She surfaced in front of us like a coelacanth, like a face
in a dark lagoon. She made us feel blessed.
She made us talk like a cage of canaries.
She reminded us. She was the ocean wearing a fur suit.
She had never eaten from a dish.
She knew nothing of corners or doorways.
She was our deaths come briefly forward to say hello....
-- From 'That Night We Were Ravenous'
No one else should be allowed to write of close encounters with a moose!
Bees, I'm surprised at you!
God. . . interesting, keeping
bees in your kitchen . . . why
not I guess when you've got so
many flowers around . . .
(And as far as moose encounters go, I'm still going to have to go with Bishop.)
Well, I prefer him on moose encounters, Captain. And besides, he's got fish mixed up in that one.
Fine post, though!
Three poems based on postcards.
Capt: Bishop is good for quiet contemplation of the exterior Moose, but Bees is right, Steffler gets you right into the Moose' guts.
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