Category Archives: Poetry

How Language Travels Bodywise

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Francois Lachance

Desire of the body, desire of the language something like wait for me in the braille of scars tonight can i suggest a little punctuation circle half-moon vertical line of astonishment a pause that transforms light and breath into language … Continue reading →

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Perfectly Saying

Posted on January 12, 2012 by Francois Lachance

I am wondering if the ending of this poem is what is called in French “finir en queue de poisson” or in German “im Sand verlaufen” — a fish tale in the sand. The lines allows the poem to disintegrate … Continue reading →

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Chasing Flavour Enhancing the Moment

Posted on January 11, 2012 by Francois Lachance

After an evening feasting on creamy St. Simon oysters from New Brunswick on offer at Oyster Boy, I encountered this tantalizing passage in Sina Queyras Lemon Hound moments sliding like oysters on the tongue, salty and filled with dreams of … Continue reading →

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Flow and Fold

Posted on December 31, 2011 by Francois Lachance

Not a wonder that my reading stumbles and sees “loss” for “less” in these lines from Suzanne Buffam’s Past Imperfect from the sequence entitled “Inklings”: “to retrieve it you’d think / we’d be gifted with less.” Earlier we encountered this … Continue reading →

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Make Space for the Girl

Posted on December 26, 2011 by Francois Lachance

Found poem. I’ve come from him and how close to me he remains. someone, somewhere, will look for me and I will be found From trans poet, Gwen Benaway Passage. First stanza is the last stanza of “Nightfall” p. 69 … Continue reading →

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Jogging the Memory

Posted on December 16, 2011 by Francois Lachance

Two lines linked or subtly severed? In my mind these lines from “Old Song, New Song” merge on a scene of an outdoor social under resinous boughs. a whiff of pine — didn’t we meet at the strawberry tea? from … Continue reading →

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The R i c h :: The P o o r

Posted on December 9, 2011 by Francois Lachance

The title is mathematically inspired: Peano Curves and Cantor Dust. Infinite occupations of space and infinite recursive reductions. But its tone is political. Peano Curves and Cantor Dust I ride the subway The rich do not I frequent the delicatessen … Continue reading →

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They, The Other Gender

Posted on December 3, 2011 by Francois Lachance

I always thought “one” was a lovely gender neutral word to cover either “he” or “she”. Others have taken to using singular “they” (which has support from grammarians going way back). Others use gender free pronouns such as “hir”. Why … Continue reading →

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Defrosting Frosty

Posted on November 27, 2011 by Francois Lachance

“Thaw” by Brian Jones opens with a memorable image that is eye-popping. Suddenly the air is careless, generous, caressing where it gripped. On lawns the snowmen shrink to tiny pyramids their eyes frizzled coke roll out like tears Stuck with … Continue reading →

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Attracted by a Cover; Entranced by Images

Posted on November 26, 2011 by Francois Lachance

I love the format of this London Magazine edition of poems by Brian Jones. The book feels mid way between a pamphlet and a chapbook but at 56 pages plus end matter it’s a book in a neat compact space. … Continue reading →

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