Too Bad

Too Bad

Sketches Toward A Self-portrait

Book - 2010 | First edition.
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A prodigious body of innovative writing behind him, Robert Kroetsch turns to a starker lyrical mode in Too Bad: Sketches Toward a Self-Portrait. Oscillating between the many moods of a human heart that has lived through so much-from whimsy and scorn through desire, longing, lust, love, and serenity-these sketches mark a candid walk through the tortuous corridors of the poet's remembering, and exemplify the rehearsed dictum of an old teacher: "Every enduring poem was written today." Simply put, "This book is not an autobiography. It is a gesture toward a self-portrait, which I take to be quite a different kettle of fish." -- Robert Kroetsch, from the Introduction
Publisher: Edmonton : University of Alberta Press, 2010.
Edition: First edition.
ISBN: 9780888645371
Branch Call Number: 819.1154 KRO
Characteristics: 96 pages ;,23 cm.

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Dec 30, 2011

We are the animals who talk the fables / in which the animals talk. We are talking / animals, claiming that animals don't talk.

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andreareads
Dec 30, 2011

It must be October. I was watching a hockey game, / a baseball game and a football game at the same time, / drinking a beer and munching mixed nuts.

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andreareads
Dec 30, 2011

I asked the dog, What exactly is time? / He misunderstood the question. He wagged / his tail. It was time for me to feed him.

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Dec 30, 2011

In your miserable way, you are happy.

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Dec 30, 2011

I can't keep track of what's been played. / My sisters can talk and play and drink and count, / all at the same time. Jane says, Pay attention. / / We laugh together. Pay up, they tell me, / You lost. Again. We laugh together. / I'm the luckiest player. I'm paying attention.

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andreareads
Dec 30, 2011

Canadian cold, this weather, / and I didn't plug in my car last night, / and ice formed and snow fell till morning; / / so why in hell can't someone invent / a windshield scraper that will scrape / on its own, the weather be damned; / / but no, a brush at one end, a blade at the other, / something the Cro-Magnon crowd might have / made overnight, if they'd had Hondas;

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andreareads
Dec 30, 2011

The meadowlarks sing / haiku on prairie fence posts: / barbed wire notations.

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Dec 30, 2011

Your old leather coat will outlast you, / / hanging safe, as it does, on a closet hanger. / Salami will come to give you heartburn. / Celebrate today's pizza as a work of art.

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Dec 30, 2011

Coarse Language: I suspect people who read poetry aren't easily shocked by language, but for what it's worth, there are some swear words in here.

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