Wow, Canada just keeps getting more and more conservative.
Donna Haraway apparently never made it to Canada.
We still think feminist poetics is a poetry of the body.
We think that the avant garde, visual, sound, experimental and/or conceptual poetry worlds aren't speaking about nature.
There is some core sense of looking that is unique to Canada. Squint and you can see a faint strand of it here.
Sonnet L'Abbe has a more generous take on this anthology here in the G&M.
To be fair to the editor, Nancy Holmes, it's a powerful selection. L'Abbe suggests its one flaw is it stops too soon. I would argue it doesn't read widely enough even if people such as Dennis Lee, Fred Wah, Christopher Dewdney and Erin Moure are included.
On a positive note, some surprises, delightful ones. I have never heard of Harry Thurston but "Dragging Bottom," was a pleasure to read. Eric Ormsby's "Wood Fungus," has a regal feel, and I like the turns with the image. Anne Compton's "Trees in Summer," has a wonderful directness to it, I like the voice, even if it seems--as so many of these poems do--almost naively positioned in the center of the world. Quick, random list of other pleasures, "Dennis Cooley's "how crow brings spring in," Gwendolyn MacEwen's "Dark Pines Under Water" evokes a certain moment in Canadian history, the moment when the geography of Ontario became for me, synonymous with symbolic Canadian imagery... I always love John Thompson...and I have to admit I have not finished reading. More to come.