Playing tracks by
X-legged sally, Jim Feast, Brion Gysin, Alan Kaufman, Lou Reed and more.
As long as I have been a writer and micro-publisher, I have noted a disconnection at the heart of CanLit. A disconnection between what was being written by the graduates of Canada's creative writing programs, and published and consumed culturally by Canadians, and the gritty truth of Canada's real life authentic experiences (as I knew them) and what passed for them in the majority of CanLit fiction and poetry. What I found seemed mired in various forms of deconstruction, while I constantly sought the authentic and the visceral and the transgressive in human experience in fiction and poetry which was peculiar by it's absence. Not a complete absence, mind you. Yet enough to direct a generation of writers and poets away from relating the authentic, the visceral, and the transgressive in their fiction and poetry. To choose to write along such lines meant virtual isolation. All one need do is scan Canlit's award winners to identify this disconnect. You'd think we were back in the 50s.