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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, 8 June 2025

green dragonflies: my renku from PurdyFest #3 (2009)

 I'm clearing off old emails and found this:


"green dragonflies"
 
(composed in bed, Monday morning, Aug. 3/09)
 
cliche frog
plops into 
Master Thay's pond
 
ZenRiver Gardens
summer plump
with mushroom tents
 
much summer rain
the river's voices
louder this year
 
from poem to poem
guests wander the sumac maze
 
oldest camper
alone enjoys
millpond currents
 
while poets compose
river voices refuse
to slow down
 
courtly renku
even Basho's rules 
slowly relax
 
below the flet*
green dragonflies flit
above lily pads
 
*an elven tree stand platform
 
beautiful guests
iridescently robed
serve drinks
 
fresh peaches
fine hairs invite
the bite
 
the hermit's beard
can't hide the smile
for his new girlfriend
 
2 crows caw thru:
another dam poetry reading
 
mushroom tents packed
into beetling cars
our guests depart
 
party over
drunken haijin wane
sober full moon
 

zenr09 019.jpg

I think this pic is by Pearl Pirie



Many thanks to all who made The Purdy Country Literary Festival 2009 so much fun! Special thanks to Terry Ann & Claudia, our renku masters.    & everyone who brought food for the potluck : )
 
POETRY POWER!
peace,
Chris/cricket & Chase (woof! woof!)
 
p.s. Hidden Brook Press's Purdy antho. AND LEFT A PLACE TO STAND ON  is destined to become a classic in the emerging canon of Canadian People's Poetry. Congratulations to all the editors and contributors.

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Old Orchard - James Deahl






Old Orchard



         Purdy Country Literary Festival





The water mill’s been gone

three generations, perhaps longer,

but the Moira contains its music.

Frogs have taken over the old pond;

Joe-Pye-weed lines the river’s banks.

The reading over, the poets disperse —

some to the forest, others walk upstream

in search of the beaver dam.



A few apples ripen on the boughs

of an abandoned orchard

despite the late spring, the cool summer.

Mahler could have understood

such isolation while nurturing

his bittersweet 9th Symphony,

a work he would never live to hear,

his health failing, his wife unfaithful.



Mahler finally died never knowing

the great acclaim that was to come.

No one will pick these apples.

They will remain long into November.

If the Moira holds the mill’s song,

truly the silent branches of these

enduring trees embody all the grace

of the extended adagio that closes his 9th.






       James Deahl


         Set in ZenRiver Gardens (Moira River)




Tuesday, 11 September 2012

People's Poetry and the shamanic/3 'wise guys'/Larwill's wild vision garden/

(recent Larwill/Faiers email blather)

Hi Jim/RK,
I've been busier than usual, esp as I like to take an extended break after PurdyFests. But Tai & I've been putting the finishing touches on the re-issue of my hippie memoir/haibun, now to be titled EEL PIE ISLAND DHARMA. With luck, it should be out this fall, & Chase &  have enjoyed the trips down to the hamlet of Wicklow on Highway #2, the old Kingston Road, to work with Tai.

Energy, time and $pondulak$ allowing, Chase & I may finally make it up to the Wolf Den sooner than later ...

Canuck People's Poetry
 


There are all kinds of poets writing all kinds of poetry labelled people's poetry. I think the whole People's Poetry label, at least as referring to Milt,  started as more of a friendly in-joke & a convenient tag to honour him with, rather than a true attempt to define People's Poetry (or Milt ...). But it is a convenient label, & James Deahl says that currently most poets writing in Canada consider themselves People's Poets.

The first PurdyFest was a continuation of the "Controversies" James Deahl and Terry Barker had been holding on Milt's legacy and the current state of Canuck People's Poetry. At the start of the first PurdyFest, I believe Terry was even predicting the death of the tradition in Canadian poetry. But the very success and ongoing energy produced by six PurdyFests so far proves that People's Poetry, however we may perceive it, is still very much alive & kicking - and evolving by, as you put it, 'moving to the future by looking farther into the past'! 

The shamanic* and Canuck People's Poetry
Much People's Poetry documents the day-to-day lives and struggles of Canucks. Milt and Big Al did this of course, & it's part of the charm & strength of their poetry that it became so widely read. Most of us do this with varying degrees of success (or annoyance to our readers & audiences). But I believe one of the major qualities of People's Poetry is that it also attempts to lead the writers and readers to a higher life - be that a higher existence in social/cultural/economic terms, or even (especially) in spiritual terms. And this is where I understand People's Poetry leads to the shamanic.

If all poets just write about themselves, and their immediate circles of friends and activities, well, this would be one big circle jerk (hmmmm, sounds like a university English department). I've heard Terry pose the question a few times of 'the problem of modernity'. The beings on this planet have put ourselves and the existence of our ecosystem into a seeming death spiral. So how do we get ourselves out of this trajectory?

Only new ways of thinking and being will save us and our planet. It was ever thus. The tribal shaman examined auguries - signs - which weren't apparent to the rest of the tribe. and then he/she led them across the mountains, or over a land bridge, or discovered fire, or the double helix!

There are many ways to tap into the shamanic consciousness. My preferred methods are meditating, reminiscing, and daydreaming - combined with reading & writing healthy doses of good poetry. Rituals help (like drinking beer on the shaman shack deck - or holding our annual PurdyFests, which are really excuses to gather and share these experiences and any possible wisdom or knowledge gained which may benefit our much larger modern tribe - the entire population of planet earth.)

So at its highest level People's Poetry grows into the shamanic, and this is very much the direction we've been heading with the PurdyFests. For the past couple of fests you have been the prime exemplar of the shamanic, with your howls and chants and songs at fest #5, and this year with your inspired reading of Milt's "I Shout Love". And of course who/what could be more shamanic than your crazed familiar from another time & dimension, Wilber Walnut!  :  )

enuff blather for one nite, gotta try & call Terry again about next Acorn launch & poopify Chase at mdnite ...

peace & poetry power!
Chris/cricket ... and Chase ... Wroooooooooooooooooooooooof!


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On 2012-08-28, at 3:05 PM, Jim Larwill wrote:

Hey Chris getting back to another note...

It would be great to see you here in October, it is a beautiful time of year... Just an idea.

I will put together a little notice for Wolf Fest... and get it too you soon.

I am still very interested in McGee etc... and I still think the 3 wise guys (ironic with the recent tempest) should meet and explore some ideas.  But it looks like we have three years to do it now....  ;)

You are a better man than I when it comes to this democracy thing... My position is it is all Pearl's fault.

I also think Katherine might be right on the money when it comes to Riel.  His poetry maybe not his strongest writings... but his diary visions waiting for the gallows...  prophetic in many different ways.

For what it is worth I am beginning to think more and more about Omnigothic Neofuturist writers than "People's Poets".... far as I can tell "People's Poetry" cannot really be linked to Shamanistic writing*... yet the true core of Canadian poetry of the land may be Shamanistic... certainly something to talk about by the fire late into the night...

... and for what it is worth I was actually going to suggest that since you have a book coming out next year that the symposium be on your work.... but at this point that might mean a sex change... well we are all moving towards a weird wrinkled androgyny of some kind...  How are things with Canadian Poetry moving to the future???   Maybe the first step is to keep looking farther into the past.....

keep marching comrade

RK


----- Original Message -----
From: Chris Faiers:  Today's Vision/3 wise guys of PurdyFest

Hi Jim,
Beautiful description of a natural 'secret garden'  :  )

AcornFest was another success for People's Poetry (& neogothnic omnipresent miasmic whateverness!)

Yeah, I finally managed to drag Terry away from his house for a PurdyFest overnighter - in fact, he stayed at the Belle Vista Motel for 3 nights! And he loved it and had a great visit. So I'm sure it won't be a problem to convince him to do this again next year.

Terry mentioned several times on our trek to A-burgh on Monday how much he enjoyed sharing a long chat with you on the shaman shack deck. Wish I'd had the energy to have stayed on to participate. Most definitely the 3 of us should share an extended yak fest, sooner than later.

I'm planning to head into TO this Sunday for my annual visit to the CNE. Maybe I'll hook up with Terry at some point (mis-typed 'pint' - maybe more accurate!).

Don't know if I can lure Terry back out to Marmora before next year's fest, doubt I can lure him all the way up to your place in Quebec for a visit (hard enough to drag myself & Chase up there). But maybe we CAN convince him to come for another visit to Marmora before next year's fest. Are you OK to drive back down here if we can get him out here?

Getting together in TO is no prob. for Terry & me, but don't know if you have a place to crash there, & if the extra couple of hours drive is just too far & too expensive for you to consider?  If we can drag you to TO, then the 3+ of us could tour the Necropolis ...

gotta go poopify a patient Chase,
peace & poetry power!
Chris ... and Chase ... Wrfffffffffffffffffffffff! (yeah, get me outta here ...)

p.s. thanks for being a great Kamp Kommandant once again! - you got a nice mention in the EMC newspaper article I sent you a few days ago - can't find it online yet to post on my blog

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On 2012-08-15, at 10:42 AM, Jim Larwill wrote:

Hey Chris

Today’s vision…

A clump of cedars were down in the swamp on the edge of the hydro slash.  They have pulled up a clump of earth making a mound that was taller than I was; behind this tipping is a large black pool of muddy muck.  It is as if someone had turned on a light in the swamp. New growth in the open area is almost immediate.

The main part of the fallen clump was made up by two massive cedars about 2 ½ to 3 feet diameter at the base: Their roots interwoven.  They had been growing towards the open light ever since the hydro lines had been put in; great curved stumps moving out to become straighter trunks, shafts sprouting with emerald crowns that had hung with majesty at a diagonal of 45 degrees to the earth.

Now on the ground they are a massive protective hedge providing a cradle for new growth in the open area of bog land.  They will live for many years to come, but their days are numbered.


We didn’t have much chance to talk this year at Acornfest; however, I did finally get a chance to have a good long visit and discussion with Terry.


I think the three of us (Chris Fairs, Jim Larwill, Terry Barker) should get together for a few days of informal chats.


The Raven King

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Thursday, 30 August 2012

Dorothy Livesay feature for PurdyFest #7 - Pauline Johnson for PurdyFest #8!


Dorothy Livesay (oops)



There's been a lot of discussion in the couple of days since the initial proposal from Terry & me for having D'Arcy McGee & Jose Marti as the theme for PurdyFest #7 (the "two Ms" Terry now calls them).

Poet Pearl Pirie of Ottawa sent me a brief email commenting on the lack of women features at the fests. She's 100% right, and I 'challenged' the women who attend the fests to take action - which they did immediately! Joyce Wayne offered to help organize next year's fest with a featured female poet & to present a paper. Anna Yin also immediately volunteered to do a video presentation as well. So the die was quickly cast!

Even Jim Larwill's 'familiar', that drunken reprobate Wilber Walnut, chimed in on the discussion & proposals. Many emails further confirmed the building consensus that it's past time for PurdyFests to honour our Canadian women People's Poets.

I had been holding fire for a few days to get further input and to let the consensus jell before I publicly confirmed the joint decision for next year's fest. But the overwhelming and continuing support has conclusively decided that the poetry, politiks & legacy of Dorothy Livesay will next year's fest (LivesayFest!), and then the work of Pauline Johnson will be featured the following year (PaulineFest!)

Featuring these two key women poets will help restore balance to the fests, and will also continue with the 'reverse chronological' documenting of People's Poetry in Canada. We have (unintentionally) been working our way back thru PP history with the fests:  Purdy/Plantos/Acorn/ - next back to Livesay & then Johnson. Wasn't planned this way, but the historical, poetical & politikal logic makes great sense  :  )    

Featuring Livesay and Johnson will also open the doors to many key issues in Canadian poetry and culture: more Marxism (Acorn was a devotee of Livesay)/feminism/racism/First Nations culture/internal colonialism/performance poetry/traditional poetry/moderism's beginnings  ... the list goes on and on.

I hope many of you make plans to attend again next summer, and perhaps you'll feel inspired to perform pieces by Livesay and Johnson (not so subtle a hint to Honey Novick - what a treat to have you perform some of Pauline's performance pieces - Wilber Walnut would be entranced into tranquility for once!!!)



p.s. Terry & I haven't forgotten "the 2 Ms", just going to relegate them to PurdyFest #12 or something  :  )



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Congratulations, Chris, on this excellent strategy and the approach that led up to it.

I remember suggesting Dorothy Livesay a couple of years ago, and I really like the sequence of having her follow Acorn.

My commitments re: the very ambitions Fall season for Quattro Books prevented my attending AcornFest, but I hope to make it to LivesayFest next year. 

All the best,
Allan


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Great stuff! Great discussion! I'll start right now preparing my schedule for them.... hugs for you, pats for Chase, Katharine
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Dear friends,

I've been reading the volley of emails with great interest.  From where
I sit, the Acorn festival (and the Toronto book launch) were a great
success and a revelation of sorts for me. It was all about the magic of
place and connecting with people that I haven't  seen much of since CLM
days. Sometimes we forget what a huge influence Milt exerted on all our
lives and honouring him in the way we are doing, is definitely the right
thing to do.

As for next year...I must admit to having some reservations about D'Arcy
McGee and Jose Marti, although I'm more sympathetic to Marti than to our
own Canadian.

Could we agree that it's time to tackle a woman people's poet and see
where she fits into the picture of people's poetry?  Jim Deahl's papers
are a great place for us to start because Jim defines people's poetry
and puts some meat on its bones by talking about who counts and what the
tradition is about. I'd be content with either Pauline Johnson or
Dorothy Livesay.  Milton and Al both respected Dorothy and she certainly
fits the bill, but then there is something remarkable and intrinsic to
the landscape about Pauline Johnson.  We would be breaking new ground if
we decided that Pauline Johnson's life and work could be seriously
explored next year.

I'm more than happy to help, both in terms of organizing and delivering
a paper on Johnson.  There is also a recent documentary on her life, I
believe, that we might screen at the library or at night in the Marmora
Park.

Let's continue this discussion and see where we end up.

In peace,
Joyce

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Dear Chris:
What a lovely message.  thank you.
Yes, I will definitely look into Livesay's poetry and it's musical quality.  What a great thing to do.  Hope to see you soon.  Be very well until then.
we'll be in touch
Honey



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On 2012-08-26, at 8:05 PM, Jim Larwill wrote:

Hi Again Chris,

DON'T ENCOURAGE WILBER!  You don't have to deal with him.  You would think two cases of Quebec buck-a-beer beer would keep him busy for more than 15 or 20 minutes... he is already half way through the first 24.   Sheeh....  And I thought he was distracted while I was checking my email...

Wiber's passing comments....

"Now you tell yr little friend Chris that I have in principle nothing against keeping women in a ghetto or a harem, and believe me, me and my one eye have seen our share of both...  "   (The train of his thought has been broken and he has shot off rambling on with some quite frankly disturbing antidote about a three way he once had with Emily Carr and her pet monkey....   I'll never look at those paintings in quite the same way.  ...  Especially in the ones with a totem pole only showing one eye to the viewer...  God help me where is that case of beer...)


Okay after a break and fortifying myself I think Wilber is about to make a salient point of some kind and I will transcribe it as best I can.


"In my experience the only problem with a harem is they inevitably sneak in a very sharp knife and I thank my one remaining eye that at least that time their aim was way too high.  So tell your little friend Chris it might be better to pick one woman at a time.  Six years of men being a separate features at Purdyfest, each male in their own right, and then maybe after next year there will be a "woman's peoples poetry" symposium?  Okay I realize woman in Canada weren't legally people until the Person's case in 1929 when our British over lords in the Privy Council overturned the Supreme Court of Canada's unanimous decision that woman were not persons in Canada, but despite the contradictions of colonialism, what about the next three years being dedicated to Pauline Johnston, Dorothy Livesay, and Jane Jordan; each in their own right, as they more than deserve to be."


He has finished and he has gone out for a pee, so he will be a while.  I swear his hundred year old bladder is in much better shape than mine which is half the age of his.  So anyway I really don't know what to think about Wilber Walnut's one-eyed semi-feminist spouting other than some how or other at age 100 he is still just trying to get laid.


God help me "Wolf-fest at the Raven's Nest" is coming up the labour day long weekend and I already have a hang over....

Hopefully Wilber will just wonder off distracted by a chipmunk or a random wild flower or something and I will get time to send you a notice for yr blog


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On 2012-08-26, at 12:10 PM, Jim Larwill wrote:


Hi Chris,

Pearl makes an interesting point.  As it happens Wilber Walnut has been visiting and was looking over my shoulder as I was reading the recent posts.  Now, the one-eyed Wilber is never to be trusted, but apparently this year at Acornfest he was skulking around in the bushes watching us at Zen River  (which might account for where some of those beers disappeared to and explain the unpleasant odor in that heavy clump of belching Sumac).  The elder Walnut (he is over 100) seems to have formed a less than appreciative opinion of our poetic endeavors and after reading Pearl’s comment he has been sent off on a bit of a rant.

Pauline Johnson!  Pauline Johnson!  Pauline Johnson!  He keeps proclaiming.

Now I don’t know much about Pauline Johnson, but my mother Rejeanne, who claimed to be of very mixed heritage, years ago after hearing of my interest in poetry and my trying to tell her about Milton Acorn she scolded me with a simple… “Jimmy!  If you want good poetry go read Pauline Johnson!!”  At the time I dismissed her advice assuming her taste in poetry had been informed by residential school nuns,  only now after looking at some of Pauline Johnson’s poetry all I can say is I wish I hadn’t waited this long and I want to go read more.  It seems to me Pauline Johnson it the quintessential Native Canadian Poet.  World famous best-seller in her own time.  Forgotten and ridiculed upon her death by traitor academics who do not root poetry “in the land” but judge with imaginary elsewhere theory – at best upon our deaths any Canadian success is a lesser example of the firmament of high-blown “excellence” elsewhere, a footnote pushed off the page of history.  Most Great Canadian Writers upon there deaths don’t even get to stay on the margins.  Twenty years after Margaret Atwood dies it will be…. Peggy Who???

Coming back to Pauline Johnson it seems to me I remember Acorn claiming to be descended from a first-nation princess, and while he may have been referring to a genetic connection to the past, I strongly believe he was drawing his poetic line directly back to the poetry of Pauline Johnson.

Now the one-eyed criticism of Wilber Walnut is never mild.  And after going out into the woods he has come back with some sort of single barreled blunderbuss, a muzzle-loading flint-lock shot-gun of some kind, (to be honest it looks like a small hand held cannon) and he has now pulled the balance weights off of my van’s tires and is melting them down pouring the lead into some ancient casting mold for over-sized musket balls.

So if you hear the bushes rustling at Zen River … BE CAREFUL!!!

I will go buy beer to try and distract him and hopefully the now rough ride of my van will shake the bottles up to the point of exploding in his face when he opens them; however, he has written a poem and I guess I should attach it here.  As far as I can tell it is a rip-off of a Frank Scott poem (Wilber is hardly ever original and yes he also claims to have known F.R. Scott).   It seems in Wilber’s opinion, today’s People’s Poets are not much better than the “Canadian Authors” of Westmount back in the 30’s.



The People’s Poets Meet

Beneath a sketch of Milton Acorn
poets before and since they scorn;
they grieve loss of the Canadian muse
now that tea has been replaced by booze.

The mulberry bush is now transformation
at last, at last THEY alone define a nation,
Carman, Lampaman, Roberts, Cambell, Scott,
can passing be mentioned, but best are forgot.

By the river the famous People’s elite
are stumbling to and fro on their feet,
psychedelic sixties - their pearly time;
other ages, merely grunting of swine.

Perverts past sixty who once lusted with passion,
I hate to say it, for now it seems a limp lashing,
forever not a lick next to a Double Wampum maid,
her Victorian doggerel makes them seem staid.

Academics and their what-ta-bes from other states
teach trendy progressive forms, and what to hate:
For here grand sails always arrive claiming to travel,
rolling them up, we stick to our songs of the paddle.



Well Wilber’s view of things tends to be myopic… what can I say?


The Raven King…. aka   Jim Larwill….. notes from the Raven’s Nest with a one-eyed mad-man in tow… a hundred year old past who refuses to remain buried!

 

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Hi Chris,
   I am really looking forward to receiving  your latest package of
Unfinished Monument Press booklets.  They will be important additions
to my collection at the U. of C.  It is great that your publications
will be preserved in western Canada, for future generations.
   I continue to get copies of your exciting e-mails.   Chi-miigwetch!!!
   I thnk it is wonderful that future PurdyFests will feature both
Dorothy Livesay and Pauline Johnson.Dorothy is the mother of modern
Canadian poetry. She deserves the attention you will give her.
Pauline Johnson has been neglected by the non-Aboriginal community
because she was not part of the modernist movement.  Her style is very
traditional.  My collection in Calgary includes her very rare first
book of verse published in 1895.   I acquired it many years ago at an
antiquarian book fair.   I have always enjoyed listening to the song
her paddle sings.
    It was with delight  that I read  there will be a Layton
happening at the Univ.of Ottawa. No doubt Seymour Mayne is behind it.
    I must go now. As soon as your parcel arrives, I will let you know.
    I shout love!!
    Marvin, in Montreal West.


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September 3, 2012

Dear Chris,
            Glad to see the news about LivesayFest! A much-deserved tribute to a very fine poet.
 

Poetry Power!
            . . . James

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Hi James,

Thanks for sending these important talks on to Joyce. She has offered to both present a paper and to emcee next year's symposium on Dorothy Livesay. And I'm pretty sure I've posted both these pieces on my blog recently.

PurdyFest #7, "LivesayFest", is shaping up to be another keynote examination and amplification of People's Poetry. I hope you have the time to present a paper on Livesay, or on any parallel aspect of People's Poetry next summer.

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  HearOurWords has left a new comment on your post "Dorothy Livesay feature for PurdyFest #7 - Pauline...":

Perhaps Chris could post some examples and we could check in and comment.



Posted by HearOurWords to Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens at 6 September 2012 16:05


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Chris, YES. This is a great decision to dedicate PurdyFest #7 to Dorothy. I would dare suggest not because she is a woman but because she is a great poet
whose time has come to be "officially" celebrated.
I was suggesting to Terry that we do something for James but it does not have to be at PurdyFest.

In any case, if you agree, I would be prepared to provide an analytical perspective on her work. I have some of her books but I do not believe I have all.
I will talk to Terry. But if you have any of her works let me know.
 

Paulos Ioannou
Sept. 19/12

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