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Elegy for Alexa Ann (Shaw) McDonough

 (1944-2022)

I

 

A Kindergarten is what a proper

Legislature is, where the Treasury

Is Sharing.  How else do humans prosper

If not by Charity beyond measure?

 

To parcel out fairly peanut butter

Cookies, sluiced down by lemonade, and teach

That Policy is Rhyme—never stuttered—

And Law is verses versus what pirates preach,

 

So the bee may hop-scotch, dipsy-doodle,

And songbird serenade (like Portia White),

And poutine mash well with apple strudel,

And finger paints mirror stained-glass delights….

 

II

 

So did you model such WisdomBeauty,

O Miss Shaw, sprightly and winsome, laughing

In your lessons, the chalked-letter duties

Lightning cross blackboards, sea chanteys puffing

 

From a record player, or flared spirituals

Hymning out of sing-song mouths and cherry

Or ebon cheeks?  Pure, Mother Goose minstrels—

Our alphabets sloppy, dictionaries

 

With crayon-crazed pages half-torn-out—

We well-versed citizens are, who do trust

That Magic is possible when we vote,

And abracadabra rhymes with must.

 

O my teacher, an essential element

Of the Superb, so you were—in plaid skirt,

Working daily such endless astonishments:

Crafts to soothe bruised egos, kiss-salves for hurts;

 

So intrinsically sensitive, or stern—

To cure misdeeds with sharp look or a hug,

As you could, so we civil rites would learn

And our human rights never would we shrug.

III

 

You always said I was a rascal boy

In that pre-school legislature of yarns,

Tall tales, short naps, where ideas were toys—

Pixie-dust dreams, such Nonsense that discerns

 

Better ways of thinking, being, doing,

While Charity ushers Euphoria.

(What’s a rainbow save all colours hewing

To-and-from gilt phantasmagoria?)

 

O my teacher, the first politico

To breathe my Poetry into Hansard,

News of your passing stirs my vertigo—

Til tear-cracked eyes and tear-wracked voice (censored

 

No more), now weep for you—liberator

Of gulag-tortured man or downpressed mom—

Opponent of each troop-backed dictator;

Sister to each feminist from-the-womb!

 

IV

 

O my teacher, to the assembly born—

The whole people’s parliamentarian—

You took my mom and me boating one morn

On waters smooth, egalitarian.

 

After, as the sun washed its beams in froth—

And you and my mom talked of schoolbook things—

I spooned clam-chowder’s buttered broth,

And chewed cookies, slurped juice, and soared on swings.

 

That was one day distinct from thousands since—

One moment of momentous radiance!

The lesson taught? O Joy is Insolence

Upsetting all vile, petty governments.

 

The House of Commons’ most uncommon Sense

Intransigent, insurgent Eloquence

O my teacher (Grammar all future-tense)—

You taught—I witnessed—deathless Magnificence.


For the Murdered & The Missing:  A Spiritual

 

 

Someone’s guilty of a million crimes!

Blood on his hands, Death on his mind!

To send my sister away, away;

To put my mama in a distant grave.

Why she gotta be murdered?

Why she gotta go missing?

This land is hers, so I heard!

All the saints are insisting!

Someone’s gotta sink in Hell and rot!

Dumped bones in bush or parking lot.

Disappeared my auntie, saw her die;

Exiled my daughter, served her Misery!

Why she gotta be missing?

Why she gotta be murdered?

Why I hear Justice hissing

Like a viper in a graveyard? 

 

Poems By YEAr:

 

“The Tragedy of Whylah Falls.” Song by Vanessa Wang (inspired by GEC’s Whylah Falls). Recorded February 2022.

Excerpt from “Achieving Disaster, Dreaming Resurrection: Witnessing the Halifax Explosion, 6 December 1917, and After.” Halifax Explosion Remembrance, 2018. With Pianist Tim Crofts.

“Storm.” Featuring Phoenix Pagliacci and George Elliott Clarke.

“Rollcall.” Commissioned by Canadian Heritage as part of Black History Month, celebrating the contributions of African/Black Canadians. Accompanied by Timothy Crofts of Fountain School of Performing Arts on piano.

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Poems written as Parliamentary Poet Laureate


From the Diary of William Andrew White, à Lajoux, Jura, France, Décembre 1917

 

A powerful rain

dins down these mountains,

rinses peak snow into hellish streams,

floods gully and pitfall.

 

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Ain’t You Scared of the Sacred?:  A Spiritual

 

Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?

Ain’t you scared of the Sacred?

Divinity spies you naked.

Tremble or your heart breaketh.

 

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Up in Smoke, or Reverie on the “Mary Jane” Legislation

 

If Parliament high-fives marijuana,

Druggists will decide that grass is manna

(Reefer potent right now—and mañana:

Good weed feeds medicinal arcana);

 

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Kaddish for Leonard Cohen

(à la manière d'Allen Ginsberg)

 

This terrible, irritable dawn—

This morning of Mourning

His obituary crowbars apart

Prophecy and Nostalgia...

 

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Letter to Canada

(pace Allen Ginsberg's "America")


Canada, when will we finally enforce a Pax Canadiana in America,

replacing all their automatic weapons with hockey sticks?

 

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An Elegy for Gord Downie—

via A Review of Coke Machine Glow)

 

Elegantly trick-riding rain—

Savvy as Grant Fuhr in the crease—

Levitates militantly, but

Still drops, freckling, speckling sidewalks

 

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On Heckling, or Oral Violations of Standing Order 16

 

To exclaim, loudly, is no boorish act -

So long as Members honour the contract

That one is silent to let others speak,

To audit discourse with thought forensic.

 

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Beat Meditations:  Beach / Mountain

 

Waves shining like woven cord and straw—

shoot forth short fronds—

linear whips—

knotting against rocks

or leafing with seaweed,

 

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i have now seen….

 

i have now seen -

nestled twixt warped ties of rusted train tracks,

snow, aged dingy, grey and black,

frosting loose, brown dirt and jumbled gravel,

 

FULL POEM


Yukon / Utopia

 

In “Spell of the Yukon,” Bobby Service suggests,

The realm’s Utopia—snock snarls of forests;

Avalanches that out-grumble politicos;

Gold that outweighs paper dollars backed by zeroes;

 

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On Political Economy; or, The Ballad of Viola

Desmond

 

It's impossible proof! The ten-dollar

Bill sporting her face demonstrates "Crime pays":

But, first, the heroine has to holler;

She has to be jailed while ass-like Law brays

 

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More Poems Online


"Address to a Politico."

For Robert Burns night, published on the League of Canadian Poets website,

January 23, 2018.


"The Gospel of Tobit."

September, 2017.

 


"Answer 3." 

A Dialogue. "Ain't you Scared of the Sacred?" (With Aaron Kent).

April 8, 2017.

 


"Elegy - Non-Partisan - for Fidel Castro."

The Halifax Examiner, December 3, 2016.

 


"The Testament of Ulysses X." 

The Malahat Review, summer 2016.

 


"Solomon 2:1-7" and "Experience 1:1-9"

The Toronto Review of Books, October 15, 2013


Translation of "Self-composed."

Chinese Translation by Anna Yin.

April 22, 2017.


"Extro: Reverie & Reveille."

YVR (Vancouver International Airport, Richmond, British Columbia)

24 Février MMXVII.

(CBC: Published Online September 30, 2017.)



“III. The Fire Sermon"

Waste Land German translation by Paul Celan [1947].  The Walrus.  April 15,

2016.


"Royal Audience"

Eyewear, the Blog, January 7, 2011


Recorded Readings


“Never,” performed with Chris White and Mary Gick at Parliament Hill, November 17, 2017.

“Position/Status/Place.” Poem for the Minister for the Status of Women. October 23, 2017.

"An Introduction to the Late Revolution in 'Haiti': by Abraham Lincoln (1834)."

“On Autism or Authoritative Art.” Performed at the Metcalfe Hotel in Ottawa, Canada for Autism Canada.

"Everything Is Free". Ron Davis' brilliant SymphRONica - the electric/acoustic jazz/pop/string group - accompany Clarke and vocalist Shelley Hamilton in a performance of the poem.

“Surveying Winnipeg.” Written by George Elliott Clarke as the Poet Laureate of Parliament, about Winnipeg.

George Elliott Clarke reads at the Art Bar Poetry Series, September 13, 2016.

“Poem on Transgender Equality, or Re: Bill C-16.” Recited into Hansard record of the House of Commons, Ottawa, Ontario, by Julie Dabrusin, MP, on November 18, 2016, at 12:57 p.m. (EST).

“Jealousy.”

“A Edgar Mittelholzer.” Performed to the music, “Magmatea,” by Triat.