Colin Quin: I’m an emerging indigenous poet located in tropical Ottawa. A Climbing Arborist by trade, I love the captivation, the slow-motion decision making of being at extraordinary heights. My coat of arms is a quill crossed with a chainsaw. Typically, I read and write by night or a free weekend, but primarily during my long winters off. A neanderthal poet, a silly hippie kid with a coat of many colors - I’m all that and more or less. Currently working my arborist business and a series of prose poems
Q: How long have you been in Ottawa, and what first brought you here?
At 18 I moved here because it was far enough away from Toronto that I’d be forced into independence. There was also the promise of adventure, heading into my first year of university. There’s a lot of quality big small cities in Canada, but this one is mine. I like the way it looks at night, and when I was very young, I loved wandering this city. So, from 18-24 I lived here, (spent 8 months in Montreal but my heart wasn’t in it) then moved back to Scarborough until I was 27, then moved back again to Ottawa. Ask the locals, they always say this city drags you back. I have an idea about cities, some places just work for you. Its one of those notions that’s easier to feel than explain. I just feel lucky in this city. My life seems to succeed here. But to answer your questions, around 11 years.
Q: How did you first get involved in writing, and subsequently, the writing community here?
I was a pretty emotional kid. It came naturally, I didn’t have to be showed. My parents are readers. I’ve always lived under the impression of full bookshelves. Mom encouraged me to talk about my feelings, gave me a journal as well. It occurs to me that naturally emotional people think and feel in poetic terms. They naturally go about their lives poeticizing. Inevitably I was drawn to write poetry because that’s simply how the world occurs to me. My sister was very troubled, very angry. Writing probably began with my mother’s encouragement and the desire to understand my sister. Also, I just love reading books. I have not been an active participant in the writing community for a number of years. I had to walk away from it, but now I’m reengaged. My best friend Jean (who you interviewed) we’ve been each other’s writing community for years. But now I’m truly excited to begin participating in Ottawa’s writing scene. I recently met Margo LaPierre through Jake Byrne. About a decade ago Jake and I attended Sina Queyras’ 8-month poetry workshop. I hadn’t spoken to him in some time but we met after his last visit here to promote Daddy. He was kind enough to introduce me. I’m very grateful, I feel like I’m only just getting to know the community, but they’re welcoming.
Q: How did being in such a community of writers shift your thinking about writing, if at all?
I was the quasi-writer-loner for a long time. Maybe I thought I hadn’t earned enough of life to really write about it. Maybe I thought you had to live on the edge to learn how to be a writer. Between University I’d go tree-planting, hitch-hike around Canada and be the remorseless bum I always believed and artist should. So, I did without community, or I thought my community was in the bush or dive-bars. Even in Montreal, when I was in their creative writing program, I decided to be independent, maybe out of a sense of superiority, but mostly because I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. In Toronto I was getting a trade, but also going to readings. But that was a community I found very hard to break through to. I enjoy alone time, perhaps unhealthily. It took years for me to find a community of writers. I’ve really only found them now. My style and narrative content developed independent of a community, maybe Jean-Sebastian was my only community. Isolation from writers did more to inform my style. Ultimately, I think it was good that I wrote independently, it was probably good for my style, and it disciplined me to think individually and without accolades. Obversely, its very much my weakness, self-awareness is key.
Q: What do you see happening here that you don’t see anywhere else? What does Ottawa provide, or allow?
The artistic community here is small, and if you reach out, easy to touch. As a Torontonian, I can say with vindication, that it is easier to talk to a stranger in this city. They say Ottawa is the city fun forgot. I find it easy to meet people in this city, of course, you have to put in the effort. The people who want to live in this city have less pretension than a Vancouverite, they’re probably not as well paid as a Torontonian, and let’s not even compare the sex life of a Montrealer to an Ottawan. But I have always found the people of this city dedicated and determined to live here, which means committed to crafting the community here. Let’s face it, this place is Canada’s well-kept secret, and maybe we just keep the boring mask on to keep the assholes out.
Q: Have any of your projects responded directly to your engagements here? How have the city and its community, if at all, changed the way you approached your work?
At this moment I’m trying to dive into local poet’s work. I’ve read one of your books Some Breaths, read Margo LaPierre’s Washing off the Raccoon Eyes and am currently reading Amanda Earl’s Beast Body Epic. I’ve got a copy of Bardia Sinaee’s Intruder on the reading list and a while back got to have a beer with Jeff Blackman who publishes a zine called These Days, which he was kind enough to include me in. I just read a little chapbook from Cameron Anstee’s Apt 9 press by Ellen Chang Richardson called Concussion, Baby. I’ve been trying to attend the riverbed reading series when I can and generally immerse myself in this community. I’m interested in reading Conyer Clayton’s new work whenever it comes in the mail. It’s a long winter, and a long reading list. Margo was kind enough to introduce me to Amanda Earl who referred me for a reader/selection committee position at Bywords. So, I’m a part of that now and very excited to be in the team. I’m trying my best to really read the poetry written in Ottawa. Will have to see how it changes my approach to work.
I kind of answered the second question before answering the first, so here’s my attempt at answering the first question. I can trace the outlines of this city in the settings of my work. Most my imaginary landscapes originate here. In more autobiographical pieces, the poem is immediately set upon say, the canal or Elgin St. Most of the youthfully impressionistic work I’ve written takes place here in this city and I swear you can feel it when read. I think part of the pull in moving back to Ottawa was the deep impression it made on me, how I felt the most like a poet here than any other place I’ve lived. So, this city, or my idea of it, is always there doing its ghostwriting in the background of my writing. To answer your question, I think the city has changed the way I work by allowing me to believe I live in a place where art, passionate love, and wild nights happen.
Q: What are you working on now?
I’m working with my
amazing editor Margo LaPierre to finish up my first full length manuscript
called, The Ego of a Rose. Unfortunately, during the months between
April to December I’m in work mode, running my Arborist business (Climbing Bear Tree Care) and exhaustively climbing gigantic (and small - I don’t discriminate)
trees. Exhaustion leaves very little to the imagination, contemplatively spent,
attempts at focus result in white noise. I get the weekends, but I’m also
married and love spending time with my wife and friends. That leaves me a
wide-open writer’s winter. My first book of poetry, The Ego of a Rose, is
an examination of a consciousness in the pressure cooker of philosophy, love,
poeticizing and reminiscence. Its a book for those who want a magic potion that
will take them inside the mind of an artist, especially the artist as a young
person. Though I do have another project in the works called In the Words
that Burnt Blackholes in your Brain - A Metaphorical Manifesto. A collection
of prose poems consisting of three parts: 1.) The Poet / 2.) Of Style or The
Metaphorical Analytic / 3.) The Philosopher King. This book is about 35%
written and has really kicked my ass in terms of research. The bones are there,
hopefully by the end of winter it can all be there.








