Showing posts with label Catherine Owen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Catherine Owen. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Sunday Poem

GHOSTS: A RUINED VILLANELLE 
As if I have to watch you
A thousand times a day
Moving away from me, moving away from me, moving away 
Construction workers in bright vests, grey
Boots, hard hats in orange, white, blue
And every one of them is who 
You were—a young man—new
Dreams in his speech, all his movements, play
Moving away from me, moving away from me, moving away 
Putting in the hard hours, taking home his small pay,
Slow to admit he's still uncertain what to do
And every one of them is who 
You felt and didn't feel yourself to be: crude,
Beautiful, beyond whatever they could say
Yes, every one (every last one) of them is you
Moving away from me, moving away from me, moving away
From Designated Mourner (ECW Press, 2014) by Catherine Owen

("X-Men at Union" by Stephen Andrews)

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Reviewing Manifesto


Catherine Owen explains the motive behind her excellent Marrow Reviews poetry blog.
I started these Marrow reviews several years ago for a few reasons. One, although I have written reviews for such places as The Journal of Canadian Poetry, CNQ and Canadian Literature, I wanted to respond to what is happening in Canadian poetry without having to wait endlessly for the review to be published in a periodical, even if it meant I would receive no pay (other than the often-complimentary book). Secondly, I feel that writers need to write reviews, that it is a crucial practice for any thinking artist to assess what is being created around them and to develop educated opinions of one’s era’s aesthetic, formal, ideological and other choices or modes, and to offer a critical language to the public in the process. The act is, quite simply, a community maker. Thirdly, I had in mind a kind of review that would quickly plunge to the core of what I think matters about a particular text, rather than being an “over-view” or a glorified blurb. 
She continues:
My aim is always to be as honest as possible in my reading without ever being cruel. If a book appalls me wholly I generally won’t review it but I strive to keep myself open to uncovering an interest in texts I may have been initially resistant to. Neither do I desire to pander from any fear that I will lose awards or grants as a result of being critical. The true poet will always understand. In the end, it’s all about conversation, evolving standards, a range of engagements and saying poetry is important, deeply valued and deserves more respect than to be shrugged off stupidly or lauded absurdly. Why should we leave the job only to those who don’t possess a critical vocabulary yet like blogging students or who are coming from a different perspective (academics or journalists)? Reviewing books of poems is one of the poet’s roles in this world.

Monday, 25 June 2012

Canadian Women in the Literary Arts

I'm late getting to this, but there's a new outfit called Canadian Women in the Literary Arts (CWILA) that, among other things, has assigned itself the role of counting the gender balance in literary reviews and reviewing. The site has already been populated with a great deal of content, including a interesting interview with Michael Lista (who got a bit of a going over some weeks ago). It's too early to know if CWILA will make any sort of difference, though it did bring to mind some of my favourite critical writing by Canadian women available on the web. I'll try to update this list when I can.

Catherine Owen: "Chopped Potatoes"
Emily Landau: "Double Vision"