Favourite is such a misnomer. George’s work was essential for my twenties and thirties, and taught me more about writing than anyone else ever could, whether through his work through the long poem, the serial poem, or his work as an editor, publisher, reviewer and critic: Bowering sent my reading and research into a thousand alternate directions, each of which were rich with possibility.
How did I get here? Her sentences are magnificent. Her lyric stretches across such wide, expansive canvases.
Again, with the sentences. I reread his Journeys Through Bookland and Other Passages (Coach House, 1984) every half decade or so. His critical essays are the perfect blend of personal thought and critical acumen, managing to beautifully thread such a confluence of reading, research and ideas.
She is easily one of my favourite American poets. Perhaps I should say: favorite. Her language sparks and sparkles and pops, and always pushes me to further my own thinking, and my own writing.
I never know what to expect. Hers is essential reading, whether you work within the postcard story form or not. Remember what they used to say about Greg Curnoe, Michael Turner, Lynn Crosbie and Christian Bök: one pays attention, in part, because we don’t quite know what they might do next.
rob mclennan lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than thirty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent titles include the poetry collections A halt, which is empty (Mansfield Press, 2019) and Life sentence, (Spuyten Duyvil, 2019). He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and the chapbook press he founded/runs, above/ground press, turned twenty-six years old this summer. http://robmclennanauthor.blogspot.com/