My mum grew up on a dirt road that ran along a river through deep woods in rural New Brunswick. These were her poets. Especially Bliss Carmen. “My tent stands in a garden/of aster and goldenrod,/ tilled by the rain and sunshine,/ and sown by the hand of God.
So nice that someone has brought them back into the light.
I wonder if there’s a critical examination of Duncan Campbell Scott’s impact beyond writing a few well-received poems in this anthology? Given his notoriety no justice is done for the reader to completely gloss over his professional and political legacy. I find it striking and slightly off-putting that this review completely ignores these realities as if they do not exist.
Thanks for your comments, Mr. Frankston. My reviewer regrets that he didn't have the space to cover every poet mentioned in the book. However, I extend to you the opportunity to right this perceived wrong by contributing an article that we can post at The Seaboard Review of Books. If you are interested, please reach out. James M Fisher, editor-in-chief.
I see no perceived wrong, but rather a gross oversight that privileges Laurentian colonialist social violence in the middle of a moment focused on Indigenous truth and reconciliation. The damage is real. And yes, I’d be happy to write something. Please DM me.
My mum grew up on a dirt road that ran along a river through deep woods in rural New Brunswick. These were her poets. Especially Bliss Carmen. “My tent stands in a garden/of aster and goldenrod,/ tilled by the rain and sunshine,/ and sown by the hand of God.
So nice that someone has brought them back into the light.
I'm so happy that you're pleased with our content, Sheila!
I wonder if there’s a critical examination of Duncan Campbell Scott’s impact beyond writing a few well-received poems in this anthology? Given his notoriety no justice is done for the reader to completely gloss over his professional and political legacy. I find it striking and slightly off-putting that this review completely ignores these realities as if they do not exist.
Thanks for your comments, Mr. Frankston. My reviewer regrets that he didn't have the space to cover every poet mentioned in the book. However, I extend to you the opportunity to right this perceived wrong by contributing an article that we can post at The Seaboard Review of Books. If you are interested, please reach out. James M Fisher, editor-in-chief.
I see no perceived wrong, but rather a gross oversight that privileges Laurentian colonialist social violence in the middle of a moment focused on Indigenous truth and reconciliation. The damage is real. And yes, I’d be happy to write something. Please DM me.