Killdeer: essay-poems
By Phil Hall
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WINNER OF THE 25th TRILLIUM BOOK PRIZE
WINNER OF AN ALCUIN AWARD FOR DESIGN
SHORTLISTED FOR THE GRIFFIN POETRY PRIZE
These are poems of critical thought that have been influenced by old fiddle tunes. These are essays that are not out to persuade so much as ruminate, invite, accrue.
Hall is a surruralist (rural & surreal), and a terroir-ist (township-specific regionalist). He offers memories of, and homages to -- Margaret Laurence, Bronwen Wallace, Libby Scheier, and Daniel Jones, among others. He writes of the embarrassing process of becoming a poet, and of his push-pull relationship with the whole concept of home. His notorious 2004 chapbook essay The Bad Sequence is also included here, for a wider readership, at last. It has been revised. (It's teeth have been sharpened.)
In this book, the line is the unit of composition; the reading is wide; the perspective personal: each take a give, and logic a drawback.
Language is not a smart-aleck; it's a sacred tinkerer.
Readers are invited to watch awe become a we.
In Fred Wah's phrase, what is offered here is "the music at the heart of thinking."
Phil Hall
Phil Hall has published many books and chapbooks of poetry. In 2011/12 he won the Governor General’s Literary Award for Poetry in English, and Ontario’s Trillium Book Award. He has been twice nominated for the Griffin Poetry Prize. Guthrie Clothing: The Poetry of Phil Hall appeared in 2015 from Wilfrid Laurier University Press. Most recently, Beautiful Outlaw Press has published Toward A Blacker Ardour (2021) andThe Ash Bell. He lives in Perth, Ontario.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I understand now why Phil Hall refers to these as essay poems: part memoir, part musings, part poems, with commentary on poetics threaded throughout. Killdeer stretches. A fascinating read, and deserving of its Governor General's Award. Recommended!
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Killdeer - Phil Hall
Epigraph
Don’t repent. Don’t manage. Essay.
– Hélène Cixous
Adios Polka
Whenever I get lost
Ontario does not wound me
the mewl & skitter of the half-eyes at the registries
have defined distance as health – & nostalgia
as a gossamer sac writhing with tent-worms
(flutter-smeared & eaten green the wild grapes)
these slips booklet-stipends collectible-spills curios
I balance a fortress of/if I must be home/be hame
are apolitical except in their endurance
it has rained 3 days & these pioneer logs are sponges
maps out-of-date unhinged on the pine floor
(wide first-growth planed buttery/laned uttery)
there is nowhere to go off
but wordward
Bess & Lloyd
When my wife’s Aunt Bess moved herself into Bridlewood (& hung the huge Karsh print of her dead husband – Ross – on the wall beside her bed)
She re-met another good man there from her school days – Lloyd – a widower dapper going blind – they had danced once long ago
Although he had been assigned to a different table in the dining room – at each meal he held her chair out for her – then went back to his own
And boy did the tongues around that place ever wag
They both hated it there – it was costing them a fortune – two fortunes – so they moved out & bought a high-rise condo downtown Brockville overlooking the St Lawrence
They could see the tankers going up & down river – & across the way – Amurrica
They even renovated – had a service window installed between the little kitchen & the dining table – to save steps
*
Now they are on their balcony – staring down at their shaky blue pool – it comes with the condo & is right beside the dark Seaway
The river’s whitecaps hiss in a foreign wind that yanks the hair on their heads back mercilessly
A deer is in the pool – has jumped the wooden fence & torn its hind-leg – blood swirling around it as it swims
Leaning out from the railing they take turns using Lloyd’s big binoculars – each time they pass the glasses between them they are careful to put the strap again over their heads
The circles merge to show the deer’s tail – a flag – up-close soggy faintly blue heavy – a swab lolling in chlorine
*
Later – Bess phones us – when we call back – Lloyd answers – Joe’s Pool Hall
How in God’s name did it ever get down to the water through all that city – why jump that fence – did no one notice it till now – wasn’t it scared – or scared enough
Oh – yeah – really – Bess says – excitedly confused – then nervously bursts out laughing like a schoolteacher at a skating party – then puts a hand to her throat to interrupt the laugh – coy
*
You know Bess has moved back into Bridlewood – how her husband Ross’s Karsh photo is back up beside her bed – how daily she takes the Wheel-Trans to visit Lloyd who is pretty-well bed-ridden – he’s in a nursing home not too far away
What you don’t know is that for now Bess is keeping the condo as is – for her daughter Judith – who lives in Fort McMurray – to stay in when she visits – & that the empty rooms – looking out over the choppy Seaway – are hung with stunning Canadian paintings & prints by William Kurelek – David Blackwood – Mary Pratt – Allen Sapp
What you don’t know is that Bess has a younger brother – Howard – who is getting up there too – this summer he is selling his farm & having an auction sale that we won’t miss – then he is moving into Bridlewood also – he is going to share a double suite with his sister
Howard’s a great pie-maker – & where he’s going to make pies now is the question we are all asking ourselves
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Becoming A Poet
A
On a Sunday morning in July 1973 – it seems it was – I hitchhiked from Bobcaygeon to Lakefield to meet Margaret Laurence
When a ride let me off in Buckhorn I had breakfast at a counter on stools among fishermen – my eggs were scrambled & served by a one-armed man
I got to Lakefield about 10:00 – most people up that early were in church – I had a clipping from The Globe and Mail – a photograph of Laurence’s house
The Diviners had just been published – I had a copy with me – the first new hardback I ever bought
With the photo to help me I meant to find Laurence’s house & just knock
The previous winter I had finished my first year at the University of Windsor – where my English professor – Dr Huong – had