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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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Friday, 6 December 2024

ten pine trees (haibun)

 This haibun was buried in a much earlier post. I decided to retrieve it and add a pic of pine trees. The best pic I could find was from my visit to Egan Chutes Provincial Park last spring.


I'm so pleased with the success of the inaugural Al Purdy Literary
Festival, especially the the involvement of so many poets who were
willing to bare their souls  at the reading on the Marmora dam. The
highlight for me, though, was our picnic with Al Purdy at his
gravesite in Ameliasburgh. 

I've been involved with Buddhism for over forty years, especially
with haiku and haibun poetry, but you never know how seriously
you are taken by more experienced practitioners. I took two of our
visitors to the Purdy Festival to meet Thay, the Buddhist monk who
oversees the Zen Forest Buddhist retreat in Actinolite north of
Tweed.

I showed Thay some photos of my neo-Buddhist retreat, ZenRiver
Gardens, with some trepidation. Thay is an extremely venerated
Buddhist monk, the descendant of generations of Zen masters, and
I was concerned he might consider my efforts silly. Thay smiled
while looking at the photos, commented that ZenRiver needed more
trees, and offered to give ten pines from the Zen Forest to the
ZenRiver!


     ten pine trees
march through the night
Zen Forest to ZenRiver  


Last weekend I visited Toronto to care for an old friend recovering
from a breast cancer operation. On Saturday I visited the Snow Lion
Buddhist Shop by the Pape subway station. The steward of Snow
Lion is Theodore, and again I was concerned that the neo-Buddhist/
shaman conversation I had previously shared with him might have
seemed silly. Theodore hugged me when I arrived, showed me their
new Zen garden, and told me that  holding a picnic with the dead is
very much in the Buddhist tradition. He then gave me an incredibly
valuable bronze Buddha statue for ZenRiver Gardens.

So the dharma road is wide open and ZenRiver Gardens has
apparently been accepted as a valid retreat among fellow Buddhist
practitioners. The positive follow-ups to PurdyFest have manifested
themselves in so many unexpected ways, for so many people, we'll
definitely have to do it again next year.

more rare than the cougar
snow lion comes to water
         at ZenRiver    



from ZenRiver: Poems & Haibun
Hidden Brook Press, 2008


that's spray and mist, not an out of focus lens

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

 

 

Sunday, 12 April 2015

spring black earth ritual


first real spring day
I feel like hanging
prayer flag
s


This is the ninth spring that I've been the owner/steward of ZenRiver Gardens. It's become an annual  rite of spring to buy 25 kg bags of black earth to encourage the stunted apple trees. Initially I thought the trees were crabapples, their fruit was so small. But nine years of fertilizing and pruning, as well as wrapping them in chicken wire vests to protect them from beaver assaults, has encouraged crops of full sized apples.

The rocky grounds of ZRG also receive attention. Over the nine years rock extrusions of varying sizes have gradually been softened by the bags of soil to make mowing and even walking easier. The transformation has been gentle and gradual, and the tops of several old rocky adversaries still boast lawnmower scars.


lawn's rough edges
disappearing
spring black earth ritual



It was over a quarter century ago, on April 12th, that I retreated to the edge of the Canadian Shield:


26 years ago
I retreated here:
no regrets



A gorgeous female rock dragon perches over the river at the bottom of the shaman shack's sloped yard:


rock dragon
drinks once a year

from the spring freshet 





photo of ZenRiver Gardens dragon by Warren Fraser  (April 13/15)


Chase clambered onto a narrow rock beside the dragon for a drink. So far as I can determine, he is 18 years old, or around 120 'human years'.


Chase on a ledge
drinking with the dragon:
his last spring?



On our visit a few days ago large ice floes were riding the spring flood. Today:


no ice chunks
in the freshet
just ripples and foam



Mesmerized by the swirling foam and ripples, and perhaps my Rickard's Red beer, I spied a dark animal in the middle of the stream:


old eyes can't tell
small beaver, large muskrat?
riding the freshet



 
Chris Faiers/cricket


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On 2015-04-12, at 7:38 PM, Ed Baker wrote:

really nice piece, Chris.

Friend, Jeremy Seligson, a poet who lives
in Seoul now for like 40 years
has been working of a run … a book…
of dragon poems … he sees dragons e v e r y w h e r e…
and takes their picture
when he was here last summer… he saw 4 in my house..
took their picture

I just sent him link to your today’s post.

hope all is well, Ed


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thanks, Ed!
yeah, dragon power! - kundalini! you'd get a hard-on over my dragon at ZRG!  She loves old zen poetry dudes (well, that's my fantasy)

Thanks for sending the piece to your bud Jeremy.

I'm pretty sure I have an even more powerful dragon living under the sacred rock face at ZRG - her mate?   They both tolerate me, & I suspect they enjoy my annual refurbishing of their scales  ;  )  Hope I'm getting their colour schemes right.

all well, the ZRG dragons are energizing both Chase & me, along with - finally - real spring weather - 18 C today with full sun ...



Chris ... & Chase Wrffffffffffffffffffffffffff! (man, if I'd slipped, bingo bango for this non-surfing doggie!)


Here's a pic of the west (feminine) side of the sacred rock face. The male dragon resides on the eastern side (where else) of this large rock outcropping.




sacred rock face photo by Warren Fraser


The sacred rock face's blue Buddha was recently immortalized in a pic in an Umbrella (Quinte Arts Council) article about me as their poetry editor - in that pic, just the Buddha's head is visible above the snow. In the bottom left cleft one of Jim Christy's creations now stands watch.


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Jeremy Seligson has left a new comment on your post "spring black earth ritual":

Hello Chris,

Ed baker led me here - to my delight. The dragon portion of your poem plus the fountain photo would do marvelously in my book under the heading, Dragons of the Fountain. It flows perfectly in and allows for special relief from the pattern of dragon stories before and after. Would it be alright with you if I included it in my book, which is nearly finished, including your name and citation of Cricket? If so perhaps you could secure it with Cricket for me, too, if necessary. I admire the lifestyle you have depicted and am grateful to Ed for leading me here.

Stay well in the fresh air and water.

Jeremy Seligson



Posted by Jeremy Seligson to Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens at 12 April 2015 at 20:25