Tuesday, April 8, 2014

HER RED HAIR RISES WITH THE WINGS OF INSECTS - Catherine Graham (Wolsak & Wynn) - 2014 Raymond Souster Award Nominee -

For the month of April this blog will be looking at the nominees for the 2014 Pat Lowther Memorial Award, Raymond Souster Award and the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award as recognized by the the League of Canadian Poets.

The Pat Lowther Memorial Award is given for a book of poetry by a Canadian woman published in the preceding year, and is in memory of the late Pat Lowther, whose career was cut short by her untimely death in 1975. The award carries a $1,000 prize. It is presented each year at the League’s Annual General Meeting in May or June, with the shortlist announced in April.
http://poets.ca/contests-awards/pat-lowther/

The Raymond Souster Award is given for a book of poetry by a League of Canadian Poets member (all levels, dues paid) published in the preceding year. The award honours Raymond Souster, an early founder of the League of Canadian Poets. The award carries a $1,000 prize. It is presented each year at the LCP Annual Poetry Festival and Conference in June, with the shortlist announced in April.
http://poets.ca/contests-awards/raymond-souster/

The Gerald Lampert Memorial Award is given in the memory of Gerald Lampert, an arts administrator who organized authors’ tours and took a particular interest in the work of new writers. The award recognizes the best first book of poetry published by a Canadian in the preceding year. The Award carries a prize of $1,000 and is sponsored by the League of Canadian Poets. It is presented each year at the League’s Annual General Meeting in May or June, with the shortlist announced in April.
http://poets.ca/contests-awards/gerald-lampert/

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Today's book of poetry:
Her Red Hair Rises With The Wings Of Insects.  Catherine Graham.  Wolsak & Wynn Publishers.  Hamilton, Ontario.  2013.



This collection, Her Red Hair Rises With The Wings Of Insects, which is a stunningly good title, starts with an introduction by the author, Catherine Graham:

     "Most of the poems in this book began as glosas, an early
     Renaissance form developed during the fourteenth century
     by poets in the Spanish court.  The opening four lines of
     another poet's work (the cabeza) are woven into the last
     line of each of four ten-line stanzas."

Well, I don't how else to say it.  I hate this sort of thing.  I always figure if you are explaining the poems before they even start, well, I had visions in my head...

Then I started in on the poems themselves and proved myself wrong again..

To The Animal He Met In The Dark

I've often thought about you.

How you came in the night, in the middle of the night,
to stand on the road for some goddamn reason.

How in the blinding light you stood as still as branches,
like anything trapped.

Nothing to see in the darkened windshield–
just the last expression on my drunk father's face,

and you, white-tailed beast, reflected, just like that,
on your way through your own nocturnal route.

I have so often thought about you.

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These poems resonate with absolute clarity, purpose and poise.  Graham is as exact as NASA, and as elegant as P.K. Page.  More about that in a minute.

Tchotchkes

He says he'll write. Sometimes he does with letters so spare
and spiny like cacti they sting the absence.

I wait like a child for more tchotchkes from other countries
where air floats cobalt blue or hot vermilion.

If I could trap his taste on my tongue, I'd keep it boxed
like a doll from Bogata.

All I have are hands with river etches that map his exotic locales,
and this rock where I outline a fossil of fish to carve his story.

Only my hand under water, the swan-tilt
of my wrist, a bangle from Arabia–

He's always leaving me and telling me he's coming back.
"Soon," he says, pointing to the moon.

But when it's full or empty?
He doesn't answer. He says he'll write.


after "Queen's Ransom" Gethsemane Day
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These glosas are meant to pay tribute to P.K. Page and the Irish poet Dorothy Molloy.  While I'm reasonably familiar with Page, I don't know Molloy's work at all.  Fortunately that doesn't really matter as Graham has seamlessly packaged all this.  She has the technical mastery to make the glosas disappear - what I mean is that the technique vanishes and we are left with strong, vibrant poems that aren't bridled by technique.

There is humour, wit, sensual experience, fantasy and grace in these poems.  Hard to ask for more than that.  It is also a delight to read, to recommend.

And I'm certain P.K. Page and Dorothy Molloy would both be chuffed.

There Is A Stir, Always

If I hold onto this body the snow will grow inside me
and the winter of my cells will flake
into tiny crystals like six-figured gods,
each arrow tip attempting to make the point of something
as tears flow.

There is a stir, always.

I rise to the cold
to take my place among the fragile stars,
and sleep.

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Catherine Graham is the author of four previous collections of poetry.




FROM THE BACK COVER:

"Graham dives sensually into experience and enables the reader to follow.  She writes what happens so that it happens again."
     -Poetry Ireland Review

"One of Toronto's brightest poetry minds."
     -Open Book: Toronto

"Graham utilizes images from fantasy and nature, working these poems to mine a quarry of loss...And Graham writes that loss into startling poems."
     -The Telegraph-Journal

"More goose bumps per page than any collection in recent memory."
     -Broken Pencil

"Graham tells such incredibly layered stories with so few words that I'm constantly blinking in amazement."
     -The New Quarterly

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Poet to Poet - A few minutes with Catherine Graham