The Essential Jay Macpherson by Jay MacphersonThe Essential Jay Macpherson by Jay Macpherson

The Essential Jay Macpherson

byJay MacphersonEditorMelissa Dalgleish

Paperback | February 28, 2017

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The Essential Jay Macpherson reveals an unexpected complexity in the poetry of one of the leading figures of Canada's mythopoeic modernist movement.

Jay Macpherson (1931 - 2012) was an author, publisher and educator central to the development of Canadian mythopoetry in the 1950s and 60s. She became the first Canadian to win Poetry magazine's Levinson prize in 1957. In 1958 she won the Governor General's Award for Poetry for The Boatman. In addition to her verse, Macpherson was the...
Title:The Essential Jay MacphersonFormat:PaperbackDimensions:64 pages, 9 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:February 28, 2017Publisher:Porcupine's QuillLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0889844011

ISBN - 13:9780889844018

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Non-IdentificationTurning from shadow to shadow, we findNowhere the expected revelation,Never can establish a connectionBetween eye and image, surface and hand.Contained in crying flesh and bone,Unenvying we lackWater's ignorance of pain,The old indifference of stone,Fire's easy taught and slack-And therefore shall be hurt again.The BoatmanYou might suppose it easyFor a maker not too lazyTo convert the gentle reader to an Ark:But it takes a willing pupilTo admit both gnat and camel-Quite and eyeful, all the crew that must embark. After me when comes the delugeAnd you're looking round for refugeFrom God's anger pouring down in gush and spout,Then you take the tender creature-You remember, that's the reader-And you pull him through his navel inside out. That's to get his beasts outside him,For they've got to come aboard him,As the best directions have it, two by two.When you've taken all their ticketsAnd you've marched them through his sockets,Let the tempest bust Creation: heed not you. For you're riding high and mightyIn a gale that's pushing ninetyWith a solid bottom under you-that's his.Fellow flesh affords a rampart,And you've got along for comfortAll the world there ever shall be, was, and is.

Editorial Reviews

`I was delighted by this collection and by the discovery of a clever and witty poet whose style reminds me in some ways of the arch humour of Margaret Atwood....` I enjoyed these concise, deliberate poems; wry, clever, referencing literature and the bookish past, while yet being freshly modern and told with a feminine slant. She doesn't shy away from topics like racism in the academy (``The Ballad of Dr. Coolie'') or questions of female autonomy. There is much solemn mythologizing, but also a lot of quick humour and language play. I think I could probably read these over again a few more times before beginning to get a grasp on them-it feels like there is a lot more to them to explore. - The Indextrious Reader