| Author: | Gregory Scofield | ISBN: | 9780889711181 |
| Publisher: | Harbour Publishing Co. Ltd. | Publication: | October 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Nightwood Editions | Language: | English |
| Author: | Gregory Scofield |
| ISBN: | 9780889711181 |
| Publisher: | Harbour Publishing Co. Ltd. |
| Publication: | October 1, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Nightwood Editions |
| Language: | English |
Witness, I Am is divided into three gripping sections of new poetry from one of Canada’s most recognized poets. The first part of the book, Dangerous Sound,” contains contemporary themed poems about identity and belonging, undone and rendered into modern sound poetry. Muskrat Woman,” the middle part of the book, is a breathtaking epic poem that considers the issue of missing and murdered indigenous women through the reimagining and retelling of a sacred Cree creation story. The final section of the book, Ghost Dance,” raids the autobiographical so often found in Scofield’s poetry, weaving the personal and universal into a tapestry of sharp poetic luminosity. From Killer,” Scofield eerily slices the dreadful in with the exquisite: I could, this day of proficient blooms, / take your fingers, / tie them down one by one. This one for the runaway, / this one for the joker, / this one for the sass-talker, / this one for the judge, / this one for the jury. / Oh, I could kill you.”
Witness, I Am is divided into three gripping sections of new poetry from one of Canada’s most recognized poets. The first part of the book, Dangerous Sound,” contains contemporary themed poems about identity and belonging, undone and rendered into modern sound poetry. Muskrat Woman,” the middle part of the book, is a breathtaking epic poem that considers the issue of missing and murdered indigenous women through the reimagining and retelling of a sacred Cree creation story. The final section of the book, Ghost Dance,” raids the autobiographical so often found in Scofield’s poetry, weaving the personal and universal into a tapestry of sharp poetic luminosity. From Killer,” Scofield eerily slices the dreadful in with the exquisite: I could, this day of proficient blooms, / take your fingers, / tie them down one by one. This one for the runaway, / this one for the joker, / this one for the sass-talker, / this one for the judge, / this one for the jury. / Oh, I could kill you.”
