Showing posts with label audio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audio. Show all posts

Thursday, June 18, 2015

audio of William Hawkins on today's All in a Day, CBC Radio Ottawa

William Hawkins (photo by Alan Neal/CBC) was on CBC Radio's All in a Day today discussing his brand-new Chaudiere title, The Collected Poems of William Hawkins, edited by Cameron Anstee, with radio host Alan Neal. Thanks, Alan! You can hear the entire interview, here

And don't forget about tonight's launch! Unfortunately, Bill isn't feeling well enough to attend, but Cameron Anstee will be reading in his stead, alongside N.W. Lea launching his Understander, and an acoustic set by poet/musician Jesse Patrick Ferguson.

And of course, you can order Bill's new title directly, here.

Friday, November 07, 2014

Monty Reid on Literary Landscapes, CKCU (podcast,

In case you missed it, Monty Reid [photo by Pearl Pirie] was on Pearl Pirie's Literary Landscapes last night on CKCU, talking about his new poetry book, Garden. Fortunately, the episode lives online as a podcast! You can listen to such here.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Pearl Pirie on Roland Prevost;

Ottawa poet, blogger and Chaudiere author Pearl Pirie recently wrote on Roland Prevost's Singular Plurals as part of her expansive and ongoing "95 books" project [see her original post here]. Might we see you for the launch on October 27?





91. Singular Plurals by Roland Prevost (Chaudiere, 2014)
There’s a bias at work here since we workshopped together and I blurbed his book. It launches Oct 27th at the Writers Festival and he’s one of my guests today on CKCU Literary Landscape at 6:30pm [listen to the podcast of such here]. The book covers the best of his chapbooks and in 6 sections ranges from purer language to (I won’t say easily but differently) accessible anecdotes like p. 49

    Red Anchors

    Your operation’s later today.

    A white lab coat
    plays doctor well, soon
    to sew you up.

    Ragdoll you. Patch you up.

    We’re all under the coin,
    tossed, flipped, now or later.

    Everything hums in my room whispers
    hums unknown hymns.

There are little sonic beauties of sound and sense thru like “silk of raindrops/sound umbrellas” where the expected noun verbs and makes it remind how the echo bounces and tells us the shape of the whole environment in the rain. Language also takes time to play such as in one of my favourites “His Coloured Concrete Pieces” “Black&White tv comedies/demi-century artefacts/pretending to sleep. Possum ously.”

A fun read even the third time thru in part because of the good-naturedness informing the poems. Not a bitter witty screed but looking to what is possible in world and people. Heartening.