was published by the Globe and Mail each Saturday. I cut out the column every week. They stopped printing it, and now I'm cutting up the critiques to make new poems.
Monday, June 2, 2008
For ST
There are directions with whom we lilt strongly up, call it celebration (in both senses) for a quasi-miraculous fundamental myth permanent writing that when we read has sparingly introduced poetry.
In that way, in the poem and in the fox’s burrow, we invent.