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The Sutler

by (author) Michael Kenyon

Publisher
Brick Books
Initial publish date
Mar 2005
Category
Canadian
  • eBook

    ISBN
    9781771310697
    Publish Date
    Oct 2005
    List Price
    $11.99
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9781894078412
    Publish Date
    Mar 2005
    List Price
    $17.00

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If we do not sleep together by March then we will break apart.
Now is the first. Now the second. Now the third. Now the fourth.
If we do not lie down together, you wanting me, I you,

 

we will break apart. Now is the fifth. Now the sixth. Now
the seventh. Now the eighth. The sun shines and you're angry. I'm scared
to plan our lives, nothing left out. So we map our hunger

 

and walk to the nearest town. Now the ninth. Now
roses bloom in January:
and poppy, calendula, azalea.

 

From "New Year"

 

In language at once simple and eloquent, Michael Kenyon's The Sutler charts a falling and a rising, taking the reader through the grief of a failing relationship to the emergence of new possibility. Each poem is a gentleness deeply felt; each embued with a compassion, an honesty both stark and unflinching. Kenyon's prose has shown him to be a consummate craftsman, and these poems are proof that he is a remarkable poet.

 

"It is a delight to find a poet emerge full-grown from the head of a prose writer. In the two long poems, especially - 'Death of a Samurai'' and 'The Sutler' - the voice is original as well as mature. Let us rejoice!" - P.K. Page

 

"The Sutler is a book that aches with the glory of a trapped heart breaking free. The poems move through a cycle of transformation from the pain of separation to the renewal of self-discovery. The long poem from which the book draws its title is what Cormac McCarthy would write if he were a poet, and the poem sequence 'Death of a Samurai' is an equally stunning lyrical meditation on a lost gesture from a remembered film...The Sutler...announces a fully formed and significant voice in Canadian poetry." - Jay Ruzesky

About the author

Michael Kenyon was born in Sale, England, and has lived on the West Coast since 1967. He’s the author of eleven books of poetry and fiction. The Beautiful Children won the 2010 ReLit Award for best novel. Other work has been shortlisted for the ReLit Award, the Commonwealth Writers Prize, the SmithBooks/Books in Canada First Novel Award, the Baxter Hathaway Prize (Cornell) in fiction, The Malahat Review Novella Prize, Prism international’s fiction contest (won twice), the Journey Prize, and the National and Western Magazine Awards. He has adjudicated for the Banff Centre writing program, for the BC Arts Council, and for the Saskatchewan Arts Board. He has been employed as a seaman, a diver, and a taxi driver. Presently he works as a freelance editor and a therapist, and divides his week between Pender Island and Vancouver.

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Editorial Reviews

"It is a delight to find a poet emerge full-grown from the head of a prose writer. In the two long poems, especially - 'Death of a Samurai'' and 'The Sutler' - the voice is original as well as mature. Let us rejoice!" - P.K. Page

"The Sutler is a book that aches with the glory of a trapped heart breaking free. The poems move through a cycle of transformation from the pain of separation to the renewal of self-discovery. The long poem from which the book draws its title is what Cormac McCarthy would write if he were a poet, and the poem sequence 'Death of a Samurai' is an equally stunning lyrical meditation on a lost gesture from a remembered film...The Sutler...announces a fully formed and significant voice in Canadian poetry." - Jay Ruzesky

"The partial moon-with its 'basin of ache'-is an apt presiding spirit, for much of the collection grapples with grief, loss and longing. And it's intense...Benning communicates feelings...piercingly."
- Barbara Carey, The Toronto Star

"It's that little bit of David Cronenberg or Guy Maddin about the work that we can admire. These poems are steeped in menses, fingernails, bones, flesh, tears, skull, uteri, and prairie soil. The sensuality feels sticky, sepia-toned, as if poked through a membrane."
- Elizabeth Bachinsky, Event

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