Erin Wunker
Erin Wunker is Chair of the Board of the national non-profit organization Canadian Women in the Literary Arts (www.cwila.com) and co-founder, writer, and managing editor of the feminist academic blog Hook & Eye: Fast Feminism, Slow Academe. She teaches courses in Canadian literature and cultural production with a special focus on cultural production by women. She lives in Halifax with her partner, their daughter, and Marley the dog. Notes from a Feminist Killjoy: Essays on Everyday Life, forthcoming from BookThug in the fall of 2016, is Wunker's first book.

Notes from a Feminist Killjoy

Notes from a Feminist Killjoy


Notes From a Feminist Killjoy

Inhabiting Memory in Canadian Literature / Habiter la mémoire dans la littérature canadienne
contributions by Albert Braz; Jennifer Bowering Delisle; Lise Gaboury-Diallo; Smaro Kamboureli; Janne Korkka; André Lamontagne; Margaret Mackey; Pamela Sing & Erin Wunker

Inhabiting Memory in Canadian Literature / Habiter la mémoire dans la littérature canadienne
contributions by Albert Braz; Jennifer Bowering Delisle; Lise Gaboury-Diallo; Smaro Kamboureli; Janne Korkka; André Lamontagne; Margaret Mackey; Pamela Sing & Erin Wunker

Not Drowning But Waving
contributions by Julie Rak; Katherine Binhammer; Patricia Clements; Cecily Devereux; Louise Forsyth; Ann Wilson; Aritha van Herk; Marjorie Stone; Aruna Srivastava; Ann B. Shteir; Tessa Jordan; Heather Murray; Donna Pennee; Christine Overall; Philomena Okeke-Ihejirika; Isobel Grundy; Elizabeth Groeneveld; Lise Gotell; Len Findlay; Amber Dean; Christine Bold & Erin Wunker

Not Drowning But Waving
contributions by Julie Rak; Katherine Binhammer; Patricia Clements; Cecily Devereux; Louise Forsyth; Ann Wilson; Aritha van Herk; Marjorie Stone; Aruna Srivastava; Ann B. Shteir; Tessa Jordan; Heather Murray; Donna Pennee; Christine Overall; Philomena Okeke-Ihejirika; Isobel Grundy; Elizabeth Groeneveld; Lise Gotell; Len Findlay; Amber Dean; Christine Bold & Erin Wunker

SOFT LINK 1
from Notebook of Roses and Civilization
tr. Robert Majzels and Erín Moure
It’s fears slow and fascinating that enter life each morning at coffee time while she wonders if tomorrow there’ll be war and brusquely as she does each morning slices bread and cheese. It’s gestures of uncontrollable avidity that proliferate in the throng and its worldly febrility, its parquet fever on the trading floor and stage. It’s hesitations, heart cries that crisscross broad avenues full of shade and dust that attract and make us think of our legs and elbows, our knees too when desire bumps and bounces words and feelings upward, it’s simple things with prefixes like cyber or bio that hold thoughts fast, float them a moment till we believe them aquatic and marvellous. It’s certainties that in tiny increments of dust and light are soon mixed with our tears. It’s inexplicable feelings made of small hurts strung over long years and vast horizons, it’s blues ideas that settle in where the happiness of existing threatens to take the breath away or to lodge itself in the throat like an instrument of fervour. It’s glimmers of intoxications impossible to look at for long, thoughts so precise that engage us beyond shade and wind, far beyond crude words, so noisy so terribly close to silence that the world all around seems suddenly engulfed in high seas and continual rustling like the music in our heads that in one stroke of the bow dislodges all that resists torment. It’s underlined passages, fragments of happiness that traverse the body and raise bridges all around because elsewhere and in the wild blue yonder they say there’s euphoria. It’s written down with bruises, abundance of life burst to fullness in a world and its niches of worn paths that lick at the shadow of bones.
Cahier de roses et de civilisation
2003, tr. 2007

ULTRASOUND
from White Piano
tr. Robert Majzels and Erín Moure
stubborn backbone
that chafes the depth of thoughts
in the plupresent of fear and ecstasy
in the simple present of our intelligent tissues
anon a landscape that rises like an ancient beast
flexible from throat to sex capable of flight and sudden
plunges of inebriate blue
the present wants the present up to the ears
then pain marks who is present; in the distance, cicadas
phrases unfurled 2ice without infinitive
at the time of the best sketches of solitude



