Category Archives: Poetry

The Buzz

Posted on September 8, 2013 by Francois Lachance

What I like in this set of lines from Helen Guri Match is the code switching between the animal and the botanical. It adds to the effect of melding into a protean potentiality. Darkness never came. It was the bumblebees … Continue reading →

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The Observer Observed

Posted on September 7, 2013 by Francois Lachance

‘Neighbourhood Watch’ in The Cold Panes of Surfaces One day you come home to a letter in your mailbox. It asks you to quietly observe a neighbour — a young man who owns a brick house across the street from … Continue reading →

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Competing Views of Truth to Nature

Posted on September 6, 2013 by Francois Lachance

Robert Graves On English Poetry (1922) LV – The Art of Expression [ends with the following charming anecdote of antithesis] Mr. Edmund Blunden lately called my attention to a message from Keats to John Clare sent through their common publisher, … Continue reading →

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Stars and Windows

Posted on September 4, 2013 by Francois Lachance

Intrigued by Neil Young’s use of the preposition “behind” in Helpless Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. And so I came across a stanza … Continue reading →

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Representation of a Representation

Posted on September 3, 2013 by Francois Lachance

Helen Guri Match Delectable opening of “After ‘Still Life Fast Moving’” — a most superb food fight albeit one served up as a slide show: In some pictures, objects come alive and the living are objects. Picture, for example, a … Continue reading →

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Drip Drop Frozen

Posted on August 28, 2013 by Francois Lachance

I was seduced by the cover of the book, I stayed for the words. Chris Banks The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory “Reality Check” Trickle- down economics has left us with dribbles Tailored cynicism. And the shoe fits. And so … Continue reading →

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Kids Stuff

Posted on August 25, 2013 by Francois Lachance

They recur like structural building blocks… Alice Burdick Holler “Voices of the familiar” [ending] Musical notes, sings Hazel, and Arthur says water when he sees ducks. “Baby wheels” [ending] What’s happened to you, baby? You used to be entirely air, … Continue reading →

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Sumptuous

Posted on August 22, 2013 by Francois Lachance

This description immediately calls to mind a rich and unctuous guacamole. stupendous impasto Well it does in the context of the poem by Michele Leggott (“Deluge in a Paper Cup”) in Swimmers, Dancers irresistible its knifepoint forever breaking the skin … Continue reading →

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Petrification

Posted on August 7, 2013 by Francois Lachance

The stone speaks: a reverse Pygmalion effect since the sculptor is being sculpted. Creative Relationship When her words strike like the blows from a sculptor’s hammer trying to fashion her inspiration of me I turn to stone George Swede Tell … Continue reading →

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Unplucked by the Copy Editor

Posted on August 6, 2013 by Francois Lachance

The Gardens of Emily Dickinson by Judith Farr sports a close up of the stamens of a daylily on its cover and a fragment from Dickinson (1058) “Bloom — is Result” (in Emily’s hand?) It is up close that some … Continue reading →

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