Michael Goodfellow's chapbook, Arrows, was recently released by Laurus Press in Halifax. He graduated from University of King's College in May 2006 and is currently a postgraduate student at the Humber School for Writers. His poetry and criticism has otherwise appeared, or is forthcoming in, Kiss Machine, Softblow, Persuasions: The Jane Austen Journal, and The Dalhousie Review, where he worked from 2005 to 2006.
Stare into Speaking
The dawn is coming - it's only
A warm sun that comes with comfort
And least reality. The cold Sun cannot be focused on now -
You are unable to maintain
Focus through the cool air. The dawn
Breaks night clouds, and becomes fog, and
When the fog clears the clouds float high.
Who but the light can speak all ways,
Know so many ways to describe
The world - the voice to describe and
To change, to cut through the cold.
Who but the dawn can speak to all
Creatures and speak everything at
Once and have already said it.
When the dawn breaks through your window
I am the sun in your room and
All around you, glistening in your
Hair, all around us. Night came. The
Windows in your bedroom were large
And clear. Through the skylight I saw
Every constellation, only
Dots of light. When you ran your hands
Over my fingers, my joints were
Every star point in the sky. When
All you can see are my hands, and
When we're both there under the sky
But only you can see - it's when
Your starburst mouth shines, when I stare
Into speaking, and when you take
My hand and show me, now show me.
The Woods, the Words
I lie all night in pines. The name
Of this forest rhymes with your name.
The forest hums with the sound of
The unseen highway. The highway's
Name is a word I know you have
Known, passed, slipped through. Your name shares none
Of its letters. To find you I
Will study in greater detail,
Through these great trees like green castles,
Or beyond. -It's morning and I
Catch glimpses of you through the light-
Gleamed branches in the distance. Now
I'm running through the woods - the words
I try to turn you around are
The names of trees, the kinds of clouds,
The clothes you wear - but I can't see
Your skin, say your name - you're only
One kind, and I can't turn around.
How the Forest Fire is the Sky
How the sky's distance - the distance
Between us - can be told from fires
Burning, from the sound of flames and
The wind that surrounds them, from a
Bird overhead silent for a
Minute before the wind dies down
And the smoke stops blowing. It won't
Stop burning. In the fire I have
Stared and seen faces and people
I knew. In the clouds I look and
See objects or sheep, and people
Lost in the explosions of air
Crashes. And how it can be all
Of the oxygen can fly sound
Less from tree to fire, from tree
Limb to limb. Or how I'm searching
Everywhere. Not just looking, how
I listen each night for the wind
When the waves come in, and for you,
For the storm that will drown this all.
In 2004, a year before he died, Richard Outram gave a manuscript of 115 unpublished poems to Anne Corkett and Rosemary Kilbourn. According to their introduction to the book which resulted, South of North -- Images of Canada, the collection was "written in three months in response to a request from the Arts and Letters Club of Toronto to provide a text for a song cycle commissioned from the composer Srul Irving Glick, in celebration of the Club's ninetieth anniversary in 1998. Of the 54 poems...continue reading
You were born in Toronto, but raised in Ireland. As a writer, do you feel conscious of having a foot in each world? Do you see yourself as having a unique perspective, and do you see strong distinctions between Canadian writing and Irish work?
I do have a foot in both Canada and Ireland, but in that I am hardly unique: millions of dual-citizen Canadians daily experience what James Joyce called "having two thinks at a time", and are the better for it. I am well schooled in the literatures of both countries, so maybe I do enjoy something of a unique perspective on Canadian literature, but while some sharp distinctions exist between Canadian and Irish work, there are also...continue reading