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Showing posts with label Al Purdy. Show all posts
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Sunday, 6 July 2025

Al Purdy and the Canadian People: James Deahl (essay)

 

From 2007 to 2014 I organized eight annual Purdy Country Literary Festivals at my ZenRiver Gardens retreat in the hamlet of Malone, Ontario. One of the many projects which evolved from these gatherings was the anthology And Left a Place To Stand On: Poems and Essays on Al Purdy  (Hidden Brook Press, 2009). I've been going through old emails from long ago, found this essay by James Deahl, and decided post it. 

HA&L Biographical Sketch • James Deahl - HA&L magazine issue ...


The Country of Our Defeat:
Al Purdy and the Canadian People

by James Deahl



  In the literary landscape of Al Purdy, upper Hastings County is the country of our defeat. It is also the country of his grandfather and a country Purdy could neither inhabit nor leave. Hastings County is a land of great beauty with its Canadian Shield topography and rugged, high townships; it¹s a country of harsh, life-and-death struggle, like the Scottish battle of Bannockburn, and a country of failed farms and their defeated lives.

  While Purdy¹s heart belonged to upper Hastings County (sometimes called the Hastings Highlands by folks who feel it resembles Scotland), he spent his most creative years in Ameliasburgh, Prince Edward County. Following his move to what he called ³A-burg², he wrote the poetry that embedded his work in the canon.

  But Purdy the writer did not start in A-burg. Before arriving, Purdy had spent time and great effort in Montreal trying to become a leading voice in People¹s Poetry. To this end, he associated with poets like Frank Scott, Irving Layton, Milton Acorn, and Louis Dudek. In addition to these contemporary People¹s Poets, Purdy was also influenced by the older Canadian tradition exemplified by Confederation Poet (and first Canadian People¹s Poet) Bliss Carman and E.J. Pratt.

  People¹s Poetry in Canada began with the Confederation Poets: Isabella Valancy Crawford, George Frederick Cameron, Sir Charles G.D. Roberts, Archibald Lampman, William Wilfred Campbell, Bliss Carman, Frederick George Scott, and Duncan Campbell Scott, all born between 1850 and 1862. Their poetry led directly to what I call the Great Generation: A.M. Klein, Dorothy Livesay, Irving Layton, Anne Marriott, Miriam Waddington, Louis Dudek, Al Purdy, Raymond Souster, Eli Mandel, and Milton Acorn, all born between 1909 and 1923. These later poets were influenced by the Confederation Poets; and while some, such as Layton and Purdy, would eventually reject Confederation poetics, others, like Livesay and Acorn, never relinquished their admiration for the earlier movement. To completely understand the poetry of Al Purdy it is necessary to understand the People¹s Poetry tradition, why he joined it during the 1940s and Œ50s, and why he left it to become the man of letters we know.

  While People¹s Poetry started out as a movement to reflect the Canadian landscape and the Canadian people, it sometimes acquired a sharply political edge in the 20th century. Several of the poets who followed the Confederation Poets had Marxist backgrounds; Earle Birney, A.M. Klein, Dorothy Livesay, Louis Dudek, and Milton Acorn were socialists or even communists, as was Frank Scott, a founder and National Chairman of the CCF (later known as the NDP).

  As a result of the addition of activist politics, People¹s Poetry in general came to embrace a philosophical/political belief in ³the People². Many poets convinced themselves that progress could be clearly seen in humanity. In terms of social physics, this means that society tends to move from a state of disorder to one of order. Thus, society improves, becomes more fair and less governed by social Darwinism. Social justice becomes the rule rather than the exception. In this way, humanity is largely perfectible within history; that is, humans play a major role in personal and collective salvation.

  Of course, the poets mentioned above did not all believe this fully, and some came to reject such a strong belief in ³the People². But if a writer, like Purdy, refused to believe in ³the People² and instead simply believed in other people, could he still retain his People¹s Poet credentials?

  The area of the McGill University campus was a rich stew of modernist poetry, Marxism/socialism, and Canadian cultural nationalism. Montreal enjoyed a history of important literary magazines like The McGill Fortnightly Review (which involved major poets like Frank Scott and A.J.M. Smith), First Statement (which involved both Layton and Dudek), Preview (Scott, P.K. Page, and Klein), Northern Review, formed by the merger of First Statement and Preview, (Scott, Layton, Klein, Smith, Page, Livesay, and Ralph Gustafson), and Delta (Dudek). This is what brought Purdy, Milton Acorn, and many other poets to Montreal. Over the years, writers came to Montreal to meet Scott, Dudek, Layton, and the others in and around McGill; they formed lasting friendships (or became bitter enemies), developed their craft, began to publish in little magazines, and dispersed to other parts of Canada. Al Purdy went to A-burg, and when he went he possessed a rather different view of the Canadian people.


The Al Purdy A-frame has been saved! | Meanwhile, at the Manse

Al Purdy at his A-frame on Roblin Lake


  Having relocated to Prince Edward County (or The Country South of Belleville, one might say), Purdy set out to compose his major poetry. ³At Roblin Lake² appeared in The Crafte So Long to Lerne (1959). ³Indian Summer² and ³Remains of an Indian Village² followed in Poems for All the Annettes (1962). And then in 1965 came The Cariboo Horses and signature pieces like ³Winter at Roblin Lake², ³One Rural Winter², ³Roblin¹s Mills², ³The Country North of Belleville², and ³My Grandfather Talking ‹ 30 Years Ago². Later there would be a revised edition of Poems for All the Annettes (1968) with important poems like ³House Guest² and ³At the Quinte Hotel². And later still his amazing In Search of Owen Roblin, a coffee-table book published in 1974, offered an extended study of the United Empire Loyalists, Owen Roblin, and Purdy¹s own family. Even as his life was closing, Purdy kept working and re-working his eternal themes in ³My Grandfather¹s Country² and ³Selling Apples² (both subtitled ³Upper Hastings County, Ontario²), and ³134 Front St., Trenton, Ont.² (in to Paris never again, 1997).

  Clearly the people of what might be called Purdy Country, and his relationship with them, was a major topic of this great poet¹s creative life from when he moved to Ameliasburgh in 1957 until his death in 2000. It is doubtful whether any other Canadian poet ever engaged in such an extensive and passionate dialogue with the Canadian people.

  A related major theme was the land. For all his travels to every part of Canada, Purdy was a poet first and foremost of Hastings, Prince Edward, and Northumberland Counties. For nearly half a century he wrote of the land he loved, the land he was born to.

  This, understandably, has led most Canadian poets to consider Purdy to be a People¹s Poet and perhaps the finest exemplar of that tradition. But the academic critics would beg ‹ actually, would insist ‹ to differ. Virtually no professional critic accepts Purdy as being a People¹s Poet, even though Purdy knew all the major members of that circle.

  While In Search of Owen Roblin has all the elements of People¹s Poetry, the people in this long-poem are not depicted as either successful or happy. The people in the typical Purdy poem are survivors. Like the rocks of the Canadian Shield they endure, and their endurance should be celebrated. Indeed, such dignity as attaches to them comes from their hardscrabble lives in a land both beautiful and harsh. Although the Loyalists and their descendants, including Purdy himself, struggle to rise above the limitations of their new land, they usually face defeat. And to face defeat with hope and courage grants them their hard-won dignity.

  In Search of Owen Roblin comes with many photographs in the coffee-table book version. (This 36-page poem ‹ without the photos ‹ can also be found in Beyond Remembering, Harbour Publishing, which is the standard Purdy text.) In its original presentation, the photos reinforce the theme of defeat and decay. And yet there are many successful farms, families, small businesses, towns and villages in Purdy Country, like there are in any other part of Canada. While some Loyalists were defeated by the extreme conditions north of the Great Lakes, what Purdy is really talking about is the defeat of the Loyalist vision of an alternative America. Purdy traces village settlement as far back as Joseph Cronk in 1803. Owen Roblin died in 1903. And it was during that century that their vision failed, leaving Purdy to be born of ³degenerate Loyalist stock².

  In one sense, Purdy is both heir to and victim of these U.E. Loyalists. But a 20th century existentialist like Purdy could hardly have wanted their alternative America for his home. Purdy the Anglican? Of course not. But one senses his feeling of loss, his sadness, that their Canada has been replaced by this Canada we live in today. Thus, Purdy¹s attitude toward his people, their cultural tradition, and their history is highly conflicted. He cannot abide what they stood for, yet mourns its passing.

  In at least one respect, the Loyalist vision fit well with People¹s Poetry. The Loyalists sought to impose order on our wilderness. Thus, Lieutenant-Governor John Graves Simcoe established a city called London, set it in a county called Middlesex, and named the river that ran through them the Thames. And there were other counties called Essex, Kent, and Oxford. In this way, English order would replace Canadian disorder. But Purdy¹s analysis showed that for both the Loyalist vision and for People¹s Poetry, as practitioners like Acorn and Livesay understood it, order simply fell apart. The result was not an English garden nor was it a socialist social salvation; the result was failure and ruin.

  And no less conflicted, if less obviously so, is his relationship to the land. He loves its beauty. In ³My Grandfather¹s Country² the poet takes us along Highway 62, through the woods of red October, and into the Canadian Shield. And in ³The Country North of Belleville² the reader meets the ³green lands of Weslemkoon Lake where a man might have some opinion of what beauty is and none deny him². Surely a paradise on earth. But the reader will also learn that this is the country of our defeat: ³a country where the young leave quickly².

  Highway 62, running through the pioneer village of Ameliasburgh, and bisecting Hastings County as it pushes ever north through Belleville, Ivanhoe, and Madoc, and on to El Dorado, Bannockburn, and Bancroft, is the backbone of Purdy¹s vision of a Canadian North America. As might be expected, the Purdy vision shares ³a place to stand on² with the Loyalist vision. And, as the poet knows himself, both are flawed. Neither will produce a viable Canada.


Map of Hastings County, ONt's  The island at the bottom of Hastings County is Prince Edward County, where Al Purdy and Milton Acorn built the A-frame on Roblin Lake. 



  So, what was the Purdy vision? While hanging out in Montreal, Purdy, who was starting to reject the poetics of the Confederation Poets, associated with members of the McGill gang who were promoting modernist American poetics. Layton and Dudek, for example, were introducing the poetry and ideas of Charles Olson, Wallace Stevens, Robert Creeley, Jonathan Williams, William Carlos Williams, and Cid Corman to members of their circle. To Purdy, this tack seemed better than following in the direction blazed by either the Confederation Poets (although he still liked Carman, at least a little bit) or the Georgian Poets (although he would always retain his love of D.H. Lawrence, a late-Georgian). While the modernist approach allowed Purdy to liberate his practice from the constraints of late-Victorian and Edwardian romanticism, he soon came to question the new American poetics as well as the notion that Canada should drift into being a northern extension of U.S. culture. He therefore set off for the Arctic and wrote the pieces in his North of Summer: Poems from Baffin Island, published during our Centennial Year.

  Purdy clearly understood that any viable culture that could be called Canadian had to be rooted in the land, in this land. Whatever garden might be established here, it would be a Canadian garden, not an English one. A review of Purdy¹s work shows that it was not the land that defeated the Loyalists. It was the Loyalists who failed the land. One should note that Purdy writes: ³This is the country of our defeat² and not³This is the country that defeated us². Of course the land north of the Great Lakes was a severe challenge to European settlers, Loyalists or the others who would come later; but it was a challenge we should have been able to rise above.

  When one looks at the vast region of the Canadian Shield today in the 21st century it is clear that Canadians avoid living there. Rather than cities, the Shield is dotted with small towns and scattered villages. Except for the Native Peoples, who have managed to survive all attempts to destroy their culture, there are no important centres of either business or culture in the English-speaking part of the Canadian Shield, save Ottawa. As Purdy once observed to me, White Canadians have failed to inhabit and understand their land. And this is a failure Purdy himself shared.

  One result of this failure is we now live in a country that must be considered in many respects as having become the Northern Territories of the United States. Purdy realized the extent of this process of Americanization, and this is why he offered to host the first Controversy of Poets at his A-frame home in A-burg. This meeting of People¹s Poets was to explore what could be done to revive the tradition of populist poetry in Canada. Arrangements were made for this gathering, but Purdy became ill and died before it could be convened.

  Nonetheless, that ³place to stand on² remains. One could still discover Canada, as Purdy encouraged us to do. Upon his death, Purdy was called The Voice of the Land. In my view, this is a most appropriate title. Purdy was not the Voice of the People (as Milton Acorn tried to be), nor was he the Voice of Canada (as Robin Mathews tried to be). Rather, Purdy was the Voice of the Land, a land, perhaps, still awaiting us.

  The establishment in recent years of an annual Purdy Country Literary Festival by Chris Faiers has aided in creating a focus for People¹s Poetry. The festival is based in Marmora, one of the high townships mentioned by Purdy in ³The Country North of Belleville², and is a gathering of People¹s Poets promoted by the Quinte Arts Council.

  At the time of our last communication, in which we discussed the need for a Controversy of Poets, Al Purdy was a former People¹s Poet who was sharply sceptical of the claims that movement made, yet anxious to see its tradition continue after his passing. And so it does.



Works consulted:

Atwood, Margaret (Ed.). (1983). The New Oxford Book of Canadian Verse In English. Toronto: Oxford University Press.

David, Jack & Lecker, Robert (Eds.). (1982). Canadian Poetry. Toronto: General Publishing and ECW Press.

Lynch, Gerald; Ganz, Shoshannah; & Kealey, Josephene T.M. (Eds.). (2008). The Ivory Thought: Essays on Al Purdy. Ottawa: The University of Ottawa Press.

MacKendrick, Louis. (n.d.). Al Purdy and His Works. Toronto: ECW Press.

Purdy, Al. (2000). Beyond Remembering: The collected poems of Al Purdy. Madeira Park, British Columbia: Harbour Publishing.

Purdy, Al. (1974). In Search of Owen Roblin. Toronto: McClelland & Stewart.

Purdy, Al. (1997). to Paris never again. Madeira Park, British Columbia: Harbour Publishing.

Toye, William (Ed.). (1983). The Oxford Companion to Canadian Literature. Toronto: Oxford University Press.


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Sunday, 16 March 2025

Jean Baird's Annual report on Al Purdy A-frame writer-in-residence

 From Jean Baird's email report:

March 11, 2025

ANNUAL REPORT & FOUNDATION UPDATE


Dear A-framers:

What if Canadians started buying Canadian books with the same
gusto that they are buying Canadian alcohol? This isn't my idea,
but it sure is worth repeating and thinking about.

We see the Arts under siege in the United States of America.
In a recent Special to the Globe and Mail, Gil Garratt, artistic 
director of the Blyth Festival writes:

"Canadians are booing the American anthem at rinks; bars and restaurants are changing their taps and wine menus; stores are

ripping American products from shelves; politicians are plotting the pinch points of import and export. “Buy Canadian!” we holler. And

 in our stores, we see neat labels – “Made in Canada,” “Product of Canada,” “Canadian Made” – to make it easier to stand in the 

aisle and make a sober choice.

"But what about in our culture? I mean, you wanna talk about trade deficits?

"In 2022, Hill Strategies pegged the U.S.-Canada cultural trade deficit at around $7.3-billion in favour of the United States, a gap that has existed for decades. As a culture worker for the past 30 years, I have watched a relentless flood of American culture spill into Canada. And make no mistake. Culture is one of America’s most lucrative exports."

In difficult times we need the arts more than ever.

The 2024 Annual Report is now up. You can read it at this link, and see what is happing with the Foundation project:

https://www.alpurdy.ca/a-frame-annual-reports/

         

As well as providing the A-frame with a new foundation and basement, thereby doubling our space and our residency season, the project has resulted in a new driveway and we were also able to remove the remnants of the old garage that burnt down many years ago.


Here's Al examining the remains

For the basement to be usable it needs to be finished. We have a wonderful opportunity from a highly skilled contractor. He has offered to arrive in April to do the work in-kind, we only need to pay for materials.

It would be so exciting to get the basement finished before the residency program opens in May.

Please help us get that basement finished.


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Friday, 21 April 2023

Al Purdy Day 2023: Big Al On Point

 


Big Al On Point

for Patrick Connors


Barrow by barrow load
Big Al built his special point on Roblin Lake
waterfront sells by the foot
& tho Al & Eurithe wished for a secluded spot
a small space for coffee meditations, well ...
poets can handcraft more than wordy magic

Always resilient (and poor)
this was before fame
Al lugged his barrow loads for weeks & months
planted some soft maples and a few firs
sat back & drank - composed - relaxed
and let Nature do her work for a few decades

Years on I finally found his reclusive retreat
...  found Al's grave marker first
made many treks from Marmora to A-burg
to honour Al & his best bud, Milt
But it was years before I finally found
the magic landscape of Al & Eurithe's hand hewn refuge

on the work day last summer
prepping for the inaugural A-frame Open House
I gave myself the pleasant task
of gardening Big Al's special point

on the way in for my restorative chore
I wandered the dirt road for a place to pee
for my little dog Chase & me
and I met a neighbour woman with her young in tow

I asked if she had ever met Al Purdy
as her family cottage is but three doors away
& she replied that Al was almost a recluse
so shy that when she was a teen
eager to see the now famous poet's abode
she and a boyfriend (husband now)
paddled slowly towards Al's point

in the shade of his fully grown arbor
Big Al himself sat in a deck chair
reading perhaps, or composing deathless lines

the People's Poet looked up
saw the canoe of teens approaching
abruptly turned his chair away
back towards the A-frame
and his meditations



Chris Faiers



postscript:

in the shallows
blue heron awaits
his old friend



Marmora, Ontario
Jan. 25, 2014

inspired by A-frame email from Patrick Connors


published in Umbrella (Quinte Arts Council magazine) September/October/November
issue 2014, p. 29

published in Crossing Borders, Bruce Kauffman, editor, Hidden Brook Press, 2015, p. 29 




         

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This is a lovely image Chris...the bombastic drunken poet hiding in plain sight on his point of land in Roblin Lake.
Have you been following all the buzz generated from last Monday at the Monarch? Descant interview? etc.
Advance notice - August 30 - we have another event at the Active Arts church in Rednersville. More complete news as soon as I hear back from our Writer in Residence. And the Picnic's scheduled (did I tell you that already?) for July 26.
Exciting times...I can't keep up to it on the blog (which I am sure has an international following hungry for news of Al, she said, sarcastically)
I have been hiding on my own point of land, scribbling an architectural essay for a local magazine.
Is Chase keeping his head above the snow?
Are you?
hugs, Lindi

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On 2014-09-12, at 11:52 AM, James Deahl wrote:


September 12, 2014
Dear Chris,

         Thank you for sending the new UMBRELLA. I enjoyed your poem as well as Patrick's review of PurdyFest.

Poetry Power!
         . . . James


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Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Picnic with Al (Purdy)

 April is Poetry Month, and April 21st is Canada's national Al Purdy Day

Picnic with Al

Al, you tough brilliant old bastard
you've been dead for what,
6 ... 7 years now?
And yet your spirit still soars thru
this godforsaken country north of Belleville
permeating the equally godforsaken Canadian poetry scene

We, your people's poetry progeny
miss you and Uncle Milt so much
we've organized a festival with your name all that's necessary
to announce our intentions

Now the formal parts of the festival are over
It's time for beer and finger food and
real poetry in the graveyard where your
spirit keeps company with failed Loyalist ancestors

Today you've got us to lift your spirits
one crazy old hippie poet (me)
is ringing a Buddhist temple bell
reminding you not to be late for the feast
of poets reading your poetry
all beer sodden, chicken smeared
and better for it

This early August day in A-burgh's settler cemetery is perfect
sunny, the wind coming up as the bell chimes
its invocation: animals may appear I intone
& sure enough, a second turtle pops onto the log
from the millpond's cool depths

I remember the wake in Belleville
in the posh private school dining hall
more Hogwartz than the owners realized
Halfway through the turgid readings
you flew from the rafters
in the form of a bat
swooping among your guests
and all recognized your spirit
with authentic laughs

Melanie reads your poem "The Buddhist Bell"
after the goofy invocation
and as our vision clears
we see the turtles smile
as Jeff Seffinga appropriately reads "At The Quinte Hotel"
all of us joining to chorus "for I am a sensitive man!"

James Deahl lounges on your tombstone
carved in the shape of an open poetry book
his arm is draped as if over your shoulder
while he props on this convenient lectern
reading your words of drunken wisdom

Suddenly rude crows caw above the pond
Uncle Milty with his raven clan
clangour their guttural approval
People's Poetry is alive and well
laughing from beyond the grave
mingling pitch perfect with Jim's voice



Chris Faiers
Oct. 6/07
 

From 2007 until 2014 I organized 8 annual Purdy Country Literary Festivals at my ZenRiver Gardens retreat near Marmora, Ontario. The above poem was inspired by the first "Purdy Fest" gathering.

Dedicated to James (Jim) Deahl about the Aug. 6/07
picnic celebration in Ameliasburgh by Al Purdy's grave.

* Uncle Milty is of course Milton Acorn, Purdy's best friend
and fellow Governor General award winning poet.

this poem appeared in Umbrella, Quinte Arts Council's magazine, May 2008

published in And Left a Place to Stand On: Poems and Essays on Al Purdy, Hidden Brook Press, 2009

 

 

Saturday, 12 September 2015

AL PURDY WAS HERE film/Acorn and Free Speech Movement/


Al Purdy Was Here, Brian D. Johnson’s documentary about the deceased, highly combative Canadian poet, is not only one of the engaging treats in this year’s TIFF Docs program; it’s multi-dimensional.
Part warts-and-all investigation of how a rebel poet created his own myth and part total-pleasure songbook, the film will have its world premiere on Tuesday, Sept 15 at TIFF Bell Lightbox. And 15 years after his death, this should remind a lot of people that Al Purdy was indeed here.
From the perspective of fall 2015, this is not just nostalgia but a timely reminder of those golden pre-Harper years decades ago when culture played a key role in Canadian nation-building, and poets led the charge.

Just as striking for many is the emergence of Johnson, best known for more than two decades as the film critic at Maclean’s, as a hot director. No one is more surprised — almost apologetic — than Johnson himself. “I know this sort of looks like a man-bites-dog case about a long-time film critic deciding to reverse engines,” he told me one recent evening at a Yorkville cafe. True, he had retired from Maclean’s in early 2014 and had time to do something completely different. “But it wasn’t a career choice. I got pulled into this thing gradually and before that I didn’t know a thing about Al Purdy.”

It was Marni Jackson, the talented author, who lured her husband into this project, one chapter at a time. “Marni had interviewed Purdy and she had written about him,” says Johnson. “I owe the film to her.” Jackson knew all about the legendary A-frame cabin that the back-to-the-land poet and his wife, Eurithe, had built out of discarded lumber in Ameliasburgh. That’s in Prince Edward County, which later became a high-end rural favourite of Ontario’s social elite.

Indeed, Eurithe, at 90, emerges now as one of the great strengths of the new film, with sheer star quality. Terrific songs and a surprise Act 3 plot turn are the other ingredients that make this a breakthrough not just for Purdy followers but for many who know little or nothing about the poet.
Along the way we get performances by Bruce Cockburn, Tanya Tagaq and Sarah Harmer, as well as insights from Margaret Atwood, Michael Ondaatje and Leonard Cohen.

“Marni was well down the Purdy road,” Johnson says. She worked on a 2013 event at Koerner Hall: a fundraiser to restore the A-frame house and keep it going as a mecca for writers, while raising money to maintain a poet-in-residence program there. The event was filmed and Jackson asked Johnson to edit the footage. “I found this guy enchanting and charismatic,” he recalls. He was also boisterous and an entertaining raconteur.

But there were many sides to this hard-drinking, high-school dropout who hopped a freight train, heading west during the Depression, and worked in factories before pioneering the idea a guy could earn a living writing poems. A lot of bad poems came before the good ones, such as his best known work “At the Quinte Hotel,” in which beer drinking looms large. He won the Governor-General’s Award twice.

Songwriters agreed to contribute to the Purdy legend. The obvious next step was a documentary film about this larger-than-life character. Asked for his advice, Johnson replied that maybe there could be a half-hour for TV. It was the music that later made him think this should be a full-length documentary. And since he had previously made a seven-minute short film in which other poets read a book by Dennis Lee, Johnson was the right guy to direct this movie.

It was the CBC, through its documentary channel, and film distributor Ron Mann (of Films We Like) that drove the project forward. Now the film is likely to have a limited theatrical release before reaching TV screens in 2016. For CBC management, this was a great opportunity. The public network was enduring scandal, crisis and cutbacks. It helped that the team for this film included Jackson as co-writer, Nicholas de Pencier as cinematographer and a young co-producer, Jake Yanowski, who, according to Johnson, wound up mentoring his much older partner.

“This is a tale about Al Purdy and his legacy, but people are bringing more to it,” Johnson told me. “This is about our cultural roots. It evokes nostalgia for a time when poetry mattered, when Canadian culture was still being invented and this activity was a key part of nation-building. Today that seems like a far-fetched ambition for anyone to entertain.”

mknelman@thestar.ca 

                                                    


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Hi Honey & Peter,
Many, many thanks Honey for sending me your CD, MILTON ACORN & THE FREE SPEECH MOVEMENT! I've just had the chance to play it once so far, and it was thoroughly enjoyable - another great tribute to Milt and the People's Poetry Movement he so well represented, along with Big Al and many others. The musical accompaniment highlights your narration and singing without being overly obvious.

Your CD tribute adds an important historical perspective in the ongoing resurrection of the greats of the Canuck People's Poetry. Another large step in this resurrection is detailed in the article Peter Rowe sent me from today's STAR about the new doc on Al Purdy being debuted at The TO International Film Festival in a few days. All of this follows our 8 years of celebrating the 'greats' of People's Poetry at our annual PurdyFests, and the tribute evenings which followed in TO for Milt and Ray Souster. Last week's celebration of the plaque honouring Gwen and Milt on Ward's Island, organized by George Elliott Clarke, is starting to give the impression that a major renewal of public interest in Canadian poetry is underway. (And many thanks Peter for forwarding the link!)

I heard Brian D. Johnson, the producer of the Purdy film, interviewed on CBC radio this morning, and it doesn't give me great hope, tho, that Milt and his importance to the co-development of CanPo with Al will be properly recognized. When the host asked Johnson about Milt, Johnson stuttered ... 'ah, ah, ah ... Acorn WAS A COMMUNIST!' he finally blurted. Good God, man, that's the best you can say about one of Canada's finest poets? In the STAR article Johnson does acknowledge that he had no knowledge of Purdy until he was contacted about making the film - scary, as Johnson has been a Kanadian kultural maven for many decades, and he WAS a contemporary of Al and Milt.

So it'll be interesting to see the film, and at least it's giving a higher profile and belated recognition to one of the greats of CanPo, if not to all of whom James Deahl calls "the great generation of Canadian poets".

I'll post something on my blog, and copy it around to publicize the good news (hope this film IS good news for Milt's legacy, and not another out-of-date piece attacking a straw man who never existed).

peace & poetry power!
Chris ... & Chase   Wrfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!

p.s. I'm also cc'ing historian Charlotte Gray - I've been encouraging her for a couple of years to write a co-bio of Milt & Al.
p.p.s. it was nice, Honey, to quote Robert Priest and mention Kent Bowman on your CD, but I was the dude who risked life and limb saving the guy who was attacked at our vigil in Allen Gardens - first I had to physically back off his attacker, then drag him off the street full of busy traffic & then calm him until the ambulance arrived - the rest of the poets stood there with their thumbs up their asses as usual

        

Monday, 6 October 2014

after reading SISTERS IN THE WILDERNESS

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after reading SISTERS IN THE WILDERNESS


wild ghosts fly above Hastings County
Susanna and Catharine morph into Margaret Atwood
scraggly hair wind whipping more airborne sparks
than the roaring fire Milt & I are tending on Big Al's point

Robertson Davies is in the A-frame shithouse
scrawling the walls while Big Al is drunk
& studiously pissing on Maggie A's tires

Margaret Laurence is also drunk while
Milt & I try to flirt with a strange curly haired girl
floating by in an ancient canoe
(note: it's hard to flirt when you're invisible)
and some incarnate folk resent the hell
out of being poked & prodded at by unseen
but verrry friendly hands

a giant shaman owl carries me over
the aqueous eye of the Bay of Quinte
below Susanna's angel stretches skyward
her clutched star an homage to the wild literary offspring
she has begat

yes, we love roughing it in her bush
fire bright  faces shine from Gore's Landing
to Lakefield ... Ameliasburgh to Marmora
those mushrooms Al and Eurithe picked
      what colour were they????


Chris Faiers

first draft October 6/14


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Oct. 6/14 from Jim Larwill:

.....  don't get me started on Susanna Fucking Moodie... Roughing it in the Bush... it is one of the most skillful pieces of political propaganda (in the vein of Edmond Burke's hatchet job on the Dr. Rev. Price) ever.

... I mean I like it as a wonderful example of propaganda hiding an ethnic cleansing encouraging the victors of 1837 to come and not Rough it in the Bush, but to settle the farms of the "Canadian Yankees" who have been cleansed... brilliant re-writing of history where revolutionaries become drunkards and with a letter by Susanna to a benevolent governor that is a historical erasure of somebody's else's wife on her knees delivering a petition with a huge percentage of a colonies residents asking for leniency before a hanging... take a look at your foot Chris....

and yes it is true  "Roughing it in the Bush" in many ways is the beginnings of Canadian Literature as we know it....

but not mine...

Jim  aka RK



Chris's note: Jim Larwill is referring to the tattoo on my left foot of THE UNFINISHED MONUMENT in the Toronto Necropolis - which is a memorial to Sam Lount & Peter Matthews, two of the patriots who fought against the family compact & British Imperial rule in our Rebellion of 1837.


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very late Oct. 6 reply:

Hey Jim,
Yeah, Susanna sucked up real good to get her useless Brit hubby hired as the sherriffe of Bville. I've added your comment, & the explanation of the reference to my foot, to the posting. The Strickland sisters & their hubs started off as real upperclass imperial Brit snobs, but they got the stuffing knocked out of them with their incompetent pioneering disasters. Charlotte Gray goes into this in the book - have you read it? - great read & she sure makes history come alive. When I first started SISTERS  I warned her in an email that I was unlikely to be happy with her interpretation of the Rebellion of 1837 & Susanna's family's cashing in on their participation on the wrong side of a progressive people's uprising.

gotta take Chase on his late night poopifying ... thanks for giving the accurate historical reminder

peace & poetry power!
Chris ... & Chase Wrfffffffffffffffffffffffff!


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On 2014-10-07, at 12:21 AM, Jim Larwill wrote:


to quote John Moodie in a letter to Susanna 24 April 1839  "... the population which is very much disaffected but the worst are clearing out as fast as they can get rid of their farms. Now is the time particularly if there should be war, to get farms cheap here as all the Radical Republicans will leave the colony."

.. the difference in Quebec is... we remember...

If the thesis of S. Moodie's book is "don't come and rough it, buy an existing farm" it is a hidden clue to how many farms may have been cleared out and made available... would a book be published in England if there weren't a lot of them?  I believe one could find out by researching the population increases in certain parts of the US.  There will not be records here.

rk
 

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On 2014-10-07, at 6:35 PM, Gray Charlotte wrote:

Love the poem (Pauline in the canoe, right?) and the dissident views!

Charlotte Gray

183 MacKay Street
Ottawa ON K1M 2B5
grayand@me.com
www.charlottegray.ca



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Hi Charlotte,
Glad you like the poem! I wasn't too sure just what I'd written late last night (well, transcribed for the Muse of chiraz) when I woke up this morning. Yep, Pauline was a'paddling through the vision. I heard Atwood speak in TO at a fund raiser for the A-frame, where she told the anecdote about Al peeing on her tires. And Jim Larwill can usually be trusted to offer an interesting perspective (although that contribution might have been influenced by his alter ego, Wilber Walnut).
Thanks for the note ; )
Chris ... & Chase Wrffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!
 

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On 2014-10-10, at 5:02 PM, Ed Baker wrote:

Ed Baker has left a new comment on your post "after reading SISTERS IN THE WILDERNESS":

"Al peeing on her tires"

now THAT's a worthy historical
applesauce

no matter what the facts have become or
never were ?


  Posted by Ed Baker to Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens at 10 October 2014 14:02

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Them's the facts, folks! I heard it from Maggie A herself at a Harbourfront benefit for the A-frame.
Still pretty representative of the state of CanPo I'd say  ;  )
Chris


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Friday, 27 June 2014

Purdy/Haig-Brown and the mystery of COUGAR HUNTER



                         Al Purdy and Roderick Haig-Brown:

                                        Cougar Hunter

                                                1992

 

        I want to catch some kind of Haig-Brown essence with

        the halo slightly askew. 
                           Al Purdy

        (The Banff Centre School of Fine Arts: Purdy letter to

         Haig-Brown: July 30 1974)



Al Purdy was one of Canada’s most prolific poets and writers, but when his many published books are listed, Cougar Hunter: A Memoir of Roderick Haig-Brown, is often omitted. Cougar Hunter has a controversial history, and the fact that many of the few missives printed were destroyed means that the book is a rare one, indeed. Robert Cave, in his exceptional book on Haig-Brown, Roderick Haig-Brown: A Descriptive Bibliography (2000), rightly so, suggests there is a “Byzantine-like atmosphere that continues to envelop Cougar Hunter” (p.300).



Indeed, it is this Byzantine-like atmosphere that pervades the publication of Cougar Hunter that makes it a collector’s item of sorts---the thin book published in 1992 sells for about $300:00 for those who are interested in owning a copy—in this gem of a Purdy classic, much is learned about Roderick Haig-Brown and Al Purdy.



Al Purdy met the legendary West Coast conservationist, Roderick Haig-Brown, in 1974, at the equally mythical Strathcona Lodge on Vancouver Island. Purdy was at the Lodge to do an essay on “Jack Jackovitch, painter, ex-football player, fishing guide and high school teacher”-Weekend Magazine was going to publish the article---Purdy was 56 at the time (and an established Canadian poet) and Haig-Brown was 66 years of age.  Strathcona Lodge was a meeting/training place for a new and emerging generation of conservationists and preservationists. The Lodge was run by Jim/Myrna Boulding, and the Bouldings had consciously built the Lodge to be an educational centre for ecological awareness and wilderness thinking. Roderick Haig-Brown was, in many ways, the elder of the emerging post-WW II conservationist heritage (and a much respected writer), and Jim/Myrna Boulding and Strathcona Lodge were carrying the Haig-Brown vision a step further. Haig-Brown had a history of logging, prizefighting, trapping, bounty hunter, farmer, author and magistrate---such a complex and varied history quite appealed to Purdy---there were some significant affinities between Purdy and Haig-Brown in the way they had lived in their 20s-30s.



There is a definite and defined line and lineage, a passing of the ecological torch from Roderick/Ann Haig-Brown to Jim/Myrna Boulding at Strathcona Lodge to Marlene Smith-Schalkwijk. Marlene has told such a tale well in “Changing of the Guards or The Birth of the Friends of Strathcona Park”. The more in depth read and history of Strathcona Lodge has been evocatively told in Myrna Boulding’s Survival Strathcona Style (2009) and the final couple of chapters in Rob Wood’s

Towards the Unknown Mountains: An Autobiography from the Canadian Wilderness Frontier (1991). When Al Purdy met Roderick Haig-Brown at Strathcona Lodge in 1974, he encountered, unbeknownst to him, Roderick in his last few years and the waxing years of Jim/Myrna Boulding and Strathcona Lodge—Purdy could not have appeared at a more opportune time or season--all the main actors and actresses in the ecological ethos were still active and in the thick of the battle for Strathcona Park.   Cougar Hunter: A Memoir of Roderick Haig-Brown shuttles the reader back and forth in Haig-Brown’s life and writings and offers the attentive a fine tapestry from which to ponder the significance of Haig-Brown’s literary and ecological contributions to both Canada and beyond.      



The 1st section of Cougar Hunter is called “Death of a Friend”, and in this entrée to the book, Purdy discussed his initial meeting with Haig-Brown at Strathcona Lodge, then a dinner at the Haig-Brown home in Campbell River with “Jungle Jim”/Myrna Boulding and the Jackovitch couple. The dinner with Roderick-Anne Haig-Brown yet further piqued

Purdy’s interest, and he met with Roderick for “two consecutive afternoons”.  Purdy was so taken by Haig-Brown, he knew an article was in the offing, and he had this to say about the afternoon meetings.

 

         We sat beneath towering walls of books and drank H-B’s

         booze, good stuff too. And I made notes, a lot of notes. We

         got along well, and I was acquiring a friend without really

         being aware  of the process.

 


And again, Purdy had this to say about Haig-Brown:



        In the beginning I had a feeling of slight unease with him,

        perhaps because of the propaganda Jack and Jungle Jim had

        pumped into me.         

 


The friendship between Roderick Haig-Brown and Al Purdy did grow and deepen. The conversations became more relaxed and informal, the content and insights more informed and a delight to read.



“The Death of a Friend” comes to a close with Purdy’s comments on Haig-Brown and the obvious horn butting and tensions between J.H. Bloedel (of infamous Island logging fame) and Haig-Brown. Bloedel, upon meeting Haig-Brown said, ‘I hear you’re the worst troublemaker on Vancouver Island’. Cougar Hunter begins with “Death of a Friend”, and Purdy, in a sensitive and tender way, recounts his friendship with Haig-Brown in this essay after Haigh-Brown’s unexpected death in 1976.



The 2nd part of Cougar Hunter covers the ongoing correspondence between Purdy and Haigh-Brown that began in July 18 1974 (when Purdy contacted Haigh-Brown from Ameliasburgh) and ended, April 29 1976 (21 letters later), with a letter from Rod (Roderick) to Purdy from Campbell River. The 21 letters between Al and Rod are worth many a reread. Each letter, for different reasons, walks the curious into the lives of Purdy and Haig-Brown and the richness of the Canadian literary tradition. The friendship is enriched by the letters and both men tell much about their ongoing lives. Some of the early letters tend to be more preoccupied with Purdy getting the facts of Haig-Brown’s life accurate for his article, but, essay done, broader themes emerge in the correspondence. The exchange of letters between 1974-1976, obviously, antedated “The Death of a Friend” article, but both complement one another nicely.             



The initial reason that Purdy was keen on meeting Haig-Brown in 1974 was Haig-Brown’s fascinating life journey---Purdy sensed a good story in the making. The 3rd part of the book, “Cougar Hunter”, is the essay that Purdy wrote about Haig-Brown----the article is a hasty biography of Haig-Brown that lights but does not land long on some of the high points of Haig-Brown’s full life. “Cougar Hunter” tells much more about Haig-Brown than does “Death of a Friend”, but both articles need to be read together---some duplication but fresh perspectives in both beauties. The fact that “Cougar Hunter” was the first biography of sorts of Haig-Brown makes it a keeper of sorts---Anthony Roberton`s Above Tide: Reflections on Roderick Haig-Brown (1984), Bennet Metcalfe’s The Life of Roderick Langmere Haig-Brown: A Man of Some Importance (1985) and Valerie Haig-Brown`s Deep Currents: Roderick and Ann Haig-Brown (1997) did not come until much later.    



Cougar Hunter comes to a fitting and apt close with a poem by Purdy about Haig-Brown: “Dear Judge”. I have read the poem many times and I’m always taken by the final few lines—quite a tribute to the friendship between Rod and Al.

 

            From where I am now

            that place on the other side of the world

            is death

            and the first stage of friendship is all

            that remains of Haig-Brown for me

            a few letters

                                  memory of a grin

            some beer with him at Campbell River…



            Dear Judge Dear Sir Dear Rod H-B

            that is not enough



There are many fine photographs of Haig-Brown in Cougar Hunter that illuminate the landscape of Haig-Brown’s life---obviously, with a title like Cougar Hunter, the reality of cougars (and “Cougar” Smith) factor large in the book. “Cougar Hunter” was published in a variety of places,
including No Other Country (1977) by Purdy and served as the “Introduction” to From the World of Roderick Haig-Brown: Woods and River Tales (1980).



There is a definite need to bring to the fore again Cougar Hunter: A  Memoir of Roderick Haig-Brown---the exquisite blending of “Death of a Friend”, “Correspondence”, “Cougar Hunter” and “Dear Judge” makes this book a must have keeper for those with an interest and commitment to the Canadian literary tradition, Roderick Haig-Brown and Al Purdy----our understanding of Canadian literature, Rod and Al will be weaker, thinner and leaner without Cougar Hunter front and centre in our literary quest for a literature for and of the Canadian people.



Ron Dart         

                 
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Thanks for letting me post this, Ron. And thanks, Anna, for your help with the tech stuff  ;  )

peace & poetry power!
Chris ... & Chase Wrfffffffffffffffffffffff!

p.s. when my friend Morley & I were building the shaman shack at ZenRiver Gardens 8 years ago, a cougar crossed highway #7 right in front of my car. It was early dusk, & we got a very clear look at her for several seconds. Gorgeous creature!!!

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Cougar Hunter. A Memoir of Roderick Haig-Brown

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Big Al On Point: Chris Faiers


Big Al On Point

for Patrick Connors


Barrow by barrow load
Big Al built his special point on Roblin Lake
waterfront sells by the foot
& tho Al & Eurithe wished for a secluded spot
a small space for coffee meditations, well ...
poets can handcraft more than wordy magic

Always resilient (and poor)
this was before fame
Al lugged his barrow loads for weeks & months
planted some soft maples and a few firs
sat back & drank - composed - relaxed
and let Nature do her work for a few decades

Years on I finally found his reclusive retreat
...  found Al's grave marker first
made many treks from Marmora to A-burg
to honour Al & his best bud, Milt
But it was years before I finally found
the magic landscape of Al & Eurithe's hand hewn refuge

on the work day last summer
prepping for the inaugural A-frame Open House
I gave myself the pleasant task
of gardening Big Al's special point

on the way in for my restorative chore
I wandered the dirt road for a place to pee
for my little dog Chase & me
and I met a neighbour woman with her young in tow

I asked if she had ever met Al Purdy
as her family cottage is but three doors away
& she replied that Al was almost a recluse
so shy that when she was a teen
eager to see the now famous poet's abode
she and a boyfriend (husband now)
paddled slowly towards Al's point

in the shade of his fully grown arbor
Big Al himself sat in a deck chair
reading perhaps, or composing deathless lines

the People's Poet looked up
saw the canoe of teens approaching
abruptly turned his chair away
back towards the A-frame
and his meditations



Chris Faiers



postscript:

in the shallows
blue heron awaits
his old friend



Marmora, Ontario
Jan. 25, 2014

inspired by A-frame email from Patrick Connors


published in Umbrella (Quinte Arts Council magazine) September/October/November
issue 2014, p. 29

published in Crossing Borders, Bruce Kauffman, editor, Hidden Brook Press, 2015, p. 29 




         

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This is a lovely image Chris...the bombastic drunken poet hiding in plain sight on his point of land in Roblin Lake.
Have you been following all the buzz generated from last Monday at the Monarch? Descant interview? etc.
Advance notice - August 30 - we have another event at the Active Arts church in Rednersville. More complete news as soon as I hear back from our Writer in Residence. And the Picnic's scheduled (did I tell you that already?) for July 26.
Exciting times...I can't keep up to it on the blog (which I am sure has an international following hungry for news of Al, she said, sarcastically)
I have been hiding on my own point of land, scribbling an architectural essay for a local magazine.
Is Chase keeping his head above the snow?
Are you?
hugs, Lindi

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On 2014-09-12, at 11:52 AM, James Deahl wrote:


September 12, 2014
Dear Chris,

         Thank you for sending the new UMBRELLA. I enjoyed your poem as well as Patrick's review of PurdyFest.

Poetry Power!
         . . . James


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Monday, 30 September 2013

Al Purdy 'Play Day' in Ameliasburgh

Monday, September 30, 2013


See ya in church, Al

 Were Al Purdy to be associated with any church, it's likely to be the Gothic church in Ameliasburgh, conjured so ominously in the poem 'Wilderness Gothic'.

Saturday, September 28 changed all that, as the talented actor/director Richard Turtle presented David Carley's one-man play 'Al Purdy at the Quinte Hotel' at Jeff Keary's performance venue in the 1849 former Methodist Church in Rednersville, Prince Edward County.





Richard did a superb job, moving smoothly from monologue to Purdy's poems. He was Al. I'm quite convinced I cannot do this man or the performance justice. So look for and don't miss Richard and 'Al Purdy at the Quinte Hotel' when it comes around again....A-framer Michele Lintern-Mole is exploring opportunities with Richard.










Jeff and Tracey Keary with Eurithe Purdy 

Eurithe Purdy graciously attended, queenly in an overstuffed armchair; I hope its comfort compensated for all those eyes turning to gauge her reaction at Richard's line "I wouldn't want to go to jail for killing a thing like you!"

"I'm used to it," she said afterwards.

Eurithe contributed two jars of hand-picked homemade wild grape jam to the silent auction. Yesterday some lovely folks in Toronto enjoyed it on their breakfast toast.

beer bottle & plaid jacket...



...and Al Purdy


 The Methodists were not a musical bunch, much too sober for that in the day. So it's as well that the superb acoustics of the church/studio were saved for today's congregations who enjoy jazz evenings and a variety of other performers at Active Arts Studio. At Saturday's Purdy Celebration, guitar player/singer Morley Ellis entertained - and what that man can't play...! His last song by the Travelling Wilburys, travelled with me for several days afterwards. Look for Morley, a Marmora boy!

Martin Durkin, Crazy Irishman

 Courageous the poet who agrees to read opposite Al Purdy. Martin Durkin, another local boy returned to his native Stirling, read from his work - and it stood up! Chris Faiers has long known Martin, and suggested he read at the event. Good writer. Good reader. It's the Irish in him.

Martin's work appears regularly on his CrazyIrishman blog, and recently poet Chris Faiers featured two of Martin's 'soup poems' on his Riffs and Ripples from Zen River Gardens site.
Kelly Bacon & Martin Durkin, Chris Faiers, Richard Turtle
And behind the scenes the usual suspects set up shop with a silent auction of signed Purdy titles, copies of the A-frame Anthology, and the Lowthian print of the A-frame. Raised five hundred and fifty bucks toward the A-frame restoration. Did OK.