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George Murray: Beautiful Chaos

  Following the publication of George Murray’s Glimpse in late 2010, Rob Winger began a conversation with Murray to hammer out some truths—about constraints of form and space, distillation, and whether it matters if anyone gets it. With Murray’s new collection, Whiteout, just released, Winger revisited the conversation to see if those truths still stand. […]

Clarity from complexity: Rob Winger's The Chimney Stone

Rob Winger is a talented poet, a steely imagist with social conscience, political irony and acute intercultural awareness. In The Chimney Stone, he may also be a poet too easily seduced by the resonating lines of others. Attempting to wring clarity from complexity—personal, public and artistic, Winger incorporates song lyrics and memorable phrases from Adrienne […]

David McGimpsey: How to earn instant U.S. citizenship, and other stories

  Arc’s current Poet-in-Residence Rob Winger spoke to poet, journalist, professor and Groucho-Marxist David McGimpsey. McGimpsey is the author of four acclaimed collections of poetry, including most recently Li’l Bastard, published in 2011 by Coach House.   Rob Winger: Like many Canadian writers, you seem to wear a lot of hats: writer, musician, professor, Yankees-fan-by-default. […]

Not the fossils

After a reading in Ottawa a year or two back, George Bowering said something worth remembering: your poetic influences can’t be charted with categories because we all make our _own_ traditions, big messy ancestries that leap from period to period, form to form, nation to nation. Charting these jumps autobiographically would mean a naming of Keats’ Odes, Ginsberg’s Howl, Wordsworth’s Prelude, Whitman’s Leaves, but it would also be like examining a fossil, even if those books might be the ones that first showed me what poems ought to be. Instead, I’ve tried to think about the books that have most often been active for me during the last few years of my writing life. Some represent a discovery of new writers; some are new books by familiar writers; and, some are die-hard standards in my poetic life, still finding their ways into empty evenings years after I first found them. Whatever the case may be, every one of the following has broadened my ideas of what a poem can do, even if one is really a collection of tiny stories, another is a translated travel anthology, and the best metaphor in another is its sketch of a double-tailed dog…