Still Point
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Still Point examines North America as unified whole and disrupted centre
The poems in Still Point contrast the calm and tumult of Hurricane Katrina, the deconstruction of Detroit, the financial crisis of 2008, and the BP Gulf oil spill, weaving lyrical sequences and individual pieces into a coherent whole focused on humanity’s relationship to itself and to nature. Still Point tells a story of beauty and horror, and how normalcy stubbornly persists amid history’s arc.
E Martin Nolan works at The Puritan and teaches at The University of Toronto. Born and raised in Detroit, he attended Loyola University New Orleans and U of T. His writing has appeared in Arc, CNQ, and CV2, among others. He lives in Toronto.
“E Martin Nolan’s Still Point is [a] debut of remarkable talent.”—Canadian Literature
“This is in large part a book about city planning and demographics, which the poet makes interesting by giving it narrative force, by having genuine insights… This book illustrates two old saws: ‘when it rains it pours,’ and ‘you can’t go home again.’ It is a muted, stern indictment of planning to fail, to fail certain people.”—University of Toronto Quarterly
“Can we still hope in an arc from one city to another, from one person to another? Can we feel the ‘sub-molecular effects’ that link us in song and empathy? Looking, listening, and entering into the lives of New Orleans, Detroit, and Toronto during years of stunning destruction and disconnection, Ted Nolan illuminates our consanguinity. His direct human attentiveness to second-line musicians, streetcar riders, and ball players has inspired remarkably well-anchored, vivid poems. Here they are, the ‘living hands’ of living places—I hold them out to you.” — Michael Lauchlan, Trumbull Ave
“When a book is this good, what to say? Without rhetoric, in intimate detail, Nolan nails it. Behind our sealed windows, converging by accident, at odds, moved only by the metaphysics of money, we hang on a hinge. ‘Between what’s what and what’s coming.’ Will we make it? Fat chance. And yet the poems end on a sliver of hope. ‘Thank you for having us,’ Nolan tells the birds. It may be hello or goodbye.” — Rosemary Sullivan, Stalin’s Daughter
| Weight | N/A |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 17.78 × 12.07 cm |
| Author | E Martin Nolan |
| Publication Date | 15 October 2017 |
| Pages | 112 |
Leaving the Rouge Park Inn in Dearborn,
and my friend’s gone back for his phone.
So I wait alone before we part. It’s quiet.
I face north towards Detroit, city of my birth.
Traffic’s light. Each car is singular. The collective
chirp of the crickets is loud across the border.
They live in the column of dense woods
growing half-wild along the Rouge River.
Their invisible mass is called an orchestra
and forms a cinematic unison in the night.
I’ll go that way, on the road that shadows
the Rouge through the big empty park.
A deserted shed by the road, buckling
under its roof, kneels into the tall grass.
The woods beyond it hide the river.
Across the empty plain, the other way,
a row of porch lights. People didn’t flee
that block. Distant evidence of human knots
amid the vast open spaces.
I turn back to the half-wild woods. These trees
speak to each other, are wild enough for that.
They live together, holding the riverbanks in place.
The branches of the Rouge begin in the exurbs,
then merge their green silt, sliding thickly
below this canopy towards the blue Detroit.
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