Category Archives: Poetry

Clouds and More Clouds and Clouds

Posted on December 7, 2014 by Francois Lachance

A great sources of the delight is the enumeration as the various formations go by … Cirrus, cirrostratus, cirrocumulus, altostratus, altocumulus, stratocumulus, nimbostratus, cumulus, cumulonimbus, stratus: is there no end? Paris Review Streamers by Arthur Sze Issue no. 116 (Fall … Continue reading →

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From A Window

Posted on December 6, 2014 by Francois Lachance

A.K. Blakemore “father’s last escape” after Bruno Schulz like my father i was intensely awkward around the unwell. he had a single pair of shoes — saddle brown leather. he handled these as carefully as neolithic skulls. That is the … Continue reading →

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Discarded from a Renga

Posted on December 4, 2014 by Francois Lachance

flour scattered kneaded shaped dusted and slashed open handed touch to cheek- brushed wheat-dust baked broken devoured And so for day 2914 04.12.2014

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Seeing Temporal Traces

Posted on December 2, 2014 by Francois Lachance

For anyone ever frustrated with the need to constantly clean eye glasses this rings particularly true. and I will not touch them, I hide in eaves, stay in the lookout tower with my brass telescope, the past smudged on its … Continue reading →

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haruspical meditations

Posted on November 30, 2014 by Francois Lachance

Lisa Robertson 3 Summers Building our way backwards to the poetry that arrested us… “Third Summer” so there is actually no binary — just the juiciness and joy of form otherwise known as hormones “The Middle” each dandy stands prepared … Continue reading →

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Complications

Posted on November 26, 2014 by Francois Lachance

Ending of the poem – expansion of thought horizon – compressions: Silence in the forest comes from books. “Pine” by Susan Stewart Paris Review Issue no. 207 (Winter 2013) And so for day 2906 26.11.2014

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Mitt & Remembering

Posted on November 21, 2014 by Francois Lachance

For anyone who remembers losing a mitten on a winter day… Sylvia Legris Nerve Squall You know this climate like the shape of your hand inside your mitt I like the push from exterior (climate) to “inside your mitt”. There … Continue reading →

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Unlock Before Reading

Posted on November 8, 2014 by Francois Lachance

I am reading Steven Price’s Anatomy of Keys which takes as its subject the life and lore of Harry Houdini. First line of the first poem : The trunk alone understands the journey. It almost arrests the reading from the … Continue reading →

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Sails: White and Blue

Posted on November 4, 2014 by Francois Lachance

These concluding lines from Linda Pastan “Last Rites” Paris Review Issue no. 207 (Winter 2013) What’s left is a blur of sky where the weather rehearses its own finales. What’s left is blue emptiness behind the white sail of the … Continue reading →

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Timed Twined

Posted on October 28, 2014 by Francois Lachance

egg-bearing time knitting a nest from another time le temps ovipare nidification d’un autre temps I first came to these lines and attempted a translation through the work of Tara Collington. “Le nid du temps : le chronotope créateur dans … Continue reading →

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