ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: I don't shed tears often

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I don't shed tears often

...or easily, but this morning they were flowing. First a lovely, generous and unexpected phone call. The kind of call that sticks in your heart. I was still thinking about it some time later as I mindlessly clicked on my rss feed. It was then that I saw the title of Lemon Hound's new post: Shawna Lemay reads Brenda Schmidt. I couldn't believe my eyes. What a wonderful surprise! Lovely, generous and unexpected. I am grateful to Lemon Hound and I am grateful to Shawna Lemay for the close, sensitive reading of my work.

3 comments:

Tracy Hamon said...: Lovely indeed. (I'm looking for my kayak, in case you keep shedding.); 16/9/08 4:04 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: It is lovely! I just got back from the Orange Toad where I celebrated with an apple cinnamon scone. I was going to have cake, but all they had left was matrimonial cake and that just didn't seem right. Who wants to get dates stuck in their teeth on such a wonderful day?; 16/9/08 4:09 PM
Brenda Schmidt said...: Thanks, Evie!

H bought some chocolate for the occasion, so I just had that too. :); 16/9/08 5:50 PM

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"This is a skilled poet having good fun, and inviting us all to join the party." - Shelley A. Leedahl, SaskBooks Reviews. Read more.

"Employing a variety of forms and the culvert stories — who knew? — of numerous people, she digs beneath the obvious roads to find out what keeps the water — the subconscious, the unconscious — flowing smoothly, discovering a variety of things about herself, notably the everyday masks we wear and the aging process we won’t always admit to." - Bill Robertson, The Star Phoenix. Read more.

"For Schmidt is indeed a poet. Readers can expect to encounter many visual and acoustic delights along the way, from internal rhymes to arresting images." - Trevor Cook, The Antigonish Review #196.

"In Grid..., Creighton's Brenda Schmidt turns a colder eye to the landscape than most other Canadian poets." - Jonathan Ball, Winnipeg Free Press. Read more.

"You can just feel the stones rattling off your undercarriage on this Grid." - Bill Robertson, The Star Phoenix. Read more.

"Like the Prairies, this is not a collection that gives itself away: the true beauty of this book lies in subtleties that may not be obvious at first glance." - Emily McGiffin, The Malahat Review. Read more.

"In Grid, moments are approached in their apparent stability only to be swept away in song rife with interruption and fresh stimuli, lending a new perspective. It is as though the familiar ground is an eye glancing back and the reflection only a nodal-point, open to opportunity and play." - Justin Dittrick, SPG Book Reviews. Read more.

"There is grit in these poems, so much that it seems unfair to think of them as nature poems; like the best nature writing, they undo our expectations of nature rather than uphold them." - Tanis MacDonald, Arc Poetry Magazine. Read more.

"In her fourth collection Grid, Schmidt’s wry humour transcends what we have watched heap up in Canada for more than a century—nature poems—balancing in canola fields between the beautiful lure of nature and our curious urge to separate ourselves from disappearing allotments of our own solace. We have wandered “off the grid” but fortunately Schmidt is an entertaining and insightful guide who can still find Li Po in a Dark-eyed Junco, if she has to." - Garry Thomas Morse, Jacket 2. Read more.

"These supple, witty, and incisive poems delineate our relationship to grids and systems both visible and invisible, natural and political." - Judges' citation, Saskatchewan Book Award for Poetry nomination. Jurors: Shawna Lemay, Barbara Nickel, Sharon Thesen.