Note by Colin Smith
And the guy that writes such beautiful biographies for Speaking Crow authors has only this to say about himself, “Colin Smith’s latest book of poems is 8 x 8 x 7 (KRUPSKAYA Books, 2008).” So let me try to write a Colin Smith bio a la Colin Smith -
The coolest poet working in Winnipeg today, Smith spurns normality and subverts the poetic status quo. His rebellious raptures are hilariously haunting, as his verses echo endlessly, the full extent of their genius only shamelessly revealed somewhere in the burnished afterglow.
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ok, just enjoy the poem…
oh yeah, Colin wanted me to mention that this poem is “cv2′s, it made the long list for the 2008 2-day poem-writing thing-dinger”
Proof you’re alive is this line
in the sand infused with tpyos
insolent with soldiers. Raw
sienna moon. A breakfast orange
toast coffee paper. Another article
tries to spin a burnt rattle
to ideological advantage. Memory
that underfed filament
now beginning to stretch and gap.
What the where the. Why
be this insular. Wrench yourself
into new paradigm, walk its seams.
Mother yourself into thoughfulness.
Be comfortable with wrath.
Be not the vessel but
the sabotage. No resignation no
signature. Buckle erotically
at some party. Raw
sundog. Your heart
is in your thorax, stick insect
nervous to be anywhere. It’s
time to fly, only yesterday.