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.