IT’S
WINTER IN OTTAWA
The
streets are full of overweight corporals,
of
sad grey computer captains, the impedimentia
of
a capital city, struggling through the snow.
There
is a cold gel on my belly, an instrument
is
stroking it incisively, the machine
in
the half-lit room is scribbling my future.
It
is not illegal to be unhappy.
A
shadowy technician says alternately,
Breathe,
and, You may stop now.
It
is not illegal to be unhappy.
IT’S WINTER IN OTTAWAby John Newloveproduced in part as a handout during the firstArc Poetry Walk, curated and hosted by rob mclennan,walking around Centretown as part of WORLD POETRY DAY,March 21, 2018above/ground press broadside #343
Canadian
lyric poet John Newlove (1938-2003)
has been called a “powerfully influential presence” in the Canadian poetry
scene, and is respected for the scrupulous honestly of his bare-bones poetics.
And although Newlove lived in BC and Ontario for much of his life, he was
always considered a Saskatchewan poet. He lived in Ottawa for seventeen years,
longer than he lived anywhere, residing at 105 Rochester Street in Chinatown
until his death.
edited by Robert McTavish; Ottawa ON: Chaudiere Books, 2007Courtesy of Chaudiere Books
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