All day, matter drifts
G. and I in the piazza under the bright
of an afternoon,
under the stuttering light of an oak tree.
A kineograph that becomes a
lowering a bucket down four storeys
to her sister on the street below.
That delicate hand-over-hand
whole minutes winnowed into meanwhile,
the bucket’s sway, its litter of fine white eggs,
bright pinions of during.
Whole days spend searching for a point of
a letter-hedged now,
the corded seam of a book, the clasp
that holds the
the middle note in last night’s concerto,
and that note’s own dark quaver,
the brown of an unremarkable door.
David McLeod’s interview with Doug Nepinak makes for extremely satisfying reading. Nepinak is smart, frank, and clear-headed: “…we live in a racist society. How else could you possibly talk about a “racist society, except in racist terms?” His insights about the writing of First Nations people and the story of his own development as a writer make this one of the strongest features of the issue. Finally, I also loved the excerpts of Michael Trussler’s “Remember the Twentieth Century.” We’ve only got a part of the century here. I am eager to read the rest. [CV2, 207-100 Arthur Street, Winnipeg, Manitoba, R3B 1H3, Canada. Single issue: $7. www.contemporaryverse2.ca] —Sima Rabinowitz