The next logical choice for George Elliott Clarke’s poetry collections associated with colour (there was Blue, Black, then Red), was Gold. The book brims with the musical and learned force we’ve come to expect while managing to feel like a sunset, casting a glow and shadow over his seminal works. The gold sleeve covering the cover, and covered with the chemical symbol, “Au,” is a physical manifestation of his belief, and opening quote, that, “Beauty…is the sole business of poetry.”
With his conversational style, David McFadden brings something familiar, each poem a memory framed into the Instagram shape of a sonnet, each page a flip through a photo album annotated with the wild, delightful, and unpredictable thoughts of a unique mind.
Tell commands the reader to stare at the 1997-headlining murder of Reena Virk, the BC teenager swarmed by a gang of high schoolers then killed in a BC ravine. Stare, fixate on, and absorb the reality of the scene, texture of her skin, and inner life cut off.
“Trials” sets the stage, pleading with the universe not for criminal justice, but a balance where the involuntary silence of the victim’s jacket is not tragically mirrored by the voluntary silence of her murderer: