Human Bodies
Human Bodies collects the poems of the latter half of award-winning
poet and novelist Marilyn Bowering’s illustrious career. On
the heels of her Governor General nominated Beach Holme title Autobiography,
this collection also includes her earlier works Love
As It Is, Calling All the World,
Anyone Can See I Love You, Grandfather
Was A Soldier and forty-five previously unpublished new poems.
The first in our Canadian Classics Series, this is the perfect compendium
for students of the next wave of Canadian verse.
From Anyone Can See I Love You, a gloss
on the glamorous yet tragic life of Marilyn Monroe, to the launch
of the Soviet satellite Sputnik II in Calling All
the World and the battles of the Somme and Passchendaele Ridge
in Grandfather Was A Soldier, this collection
is an astonishing tribute to Bowering’s boundless range. Equal
parts cerebral and sensual, Human Bodies
is a retrospective not to be missed and a must-have for every Canadian
literature curriculum.
Autobiography
1997 Governor General’s Award nomination for poetry.
1997 Pat Lowther Award.
"Bowering’s free-falling imagination spins through the
cosmos... Every line is quotable."
— The Georgia Strait
"Bowering writes of love with an understanding that it is the
driving force interconnecting all humans, and that the empathy we
need to understand each other can open a door to that love."
— Jay Ruzesky (Event Magazine)
"Marilyn Bowering’s new collection, Autobiography, reaches
both the intellect and the emotions with earthy, sensuous poems that
illuminate the spirit... To read Bowering is to fall into the mystical
hands of her words; she never betrays our trust."
— Susan Musgrave (The Vancouver Sun)
"This [Autobiography] is one of the best books of poetry in our
time... Read it again and again."
— Harold Rhenisch, The Milestones Review
Love As It Is
"Bowering’s writing is enough to renew one’s faith
in the simple strength and beauty of well-crafted poems, or even that
such writing still exists... she writes with the subtle, fluid grace
of a true poet, exploring the complexities, frailties and beauty of
love and passion."
— Rob McLennan (Ottawa X Press)
"...a brilliantly kaleidoscopic work of art."
— Allan Brown (Quarry Magazine)
"...finely wrought and... a powerful argument for love itself."
— Sandra Nicholls (Books In Canada)
Anyone Can See I Love You
"Taken inside Monroe’s sensibility, the reader watches
transfixed as Norma Jean, in creating the Monroe legend, also creates
transcendent moments of beauty in which love shines out, as if from
Eden... Anyone Can See I Love You is a powerful, edgy book which moves
continually between white and dark, art and life."
— Ronald Hatch, Vancouver Sun
"As always, Miss Bowering’s writing is simple, spare, precise...
she capture(s) Monroe’s intriguing combination of sinfulness
and purity, narcissism and expansiveness."
— Terry Johnson, Alberta Report
"Bowering remarkably manages to speak with the voice of Marilyn
Monroe... Like their subject, these are deceptively simple, evocative
poems."
— Mark Lowey, Calgary Herald
Grandfather Was A Soldier
Bowering’s poetic elegy... recalls the old experiences through
the memorials and the relics and the modern landscape that now refashion
the world of battles seventy years ago. In her portrayal... are blended
the living and the dead in a world steeped in the supernatural, so
that whoever exists there in bodily form and whoever is already changed
utterly are scarcely distinguishable... Bowering(’s) meditation...
is asking what humanity’s destiny is and what we are fit for."
— Michael Mason, Canadian Literature
"This year’s sadly shattered ritual of Remembrance gave
us... Canadian writer Marilyn Bowering’s tremendous monologue,
Grandfather Was A Soldier—a contemporary woman’s Flanders
Field mediation on death, sex, the internal and external holocausts
that blight lives—whose surging symphonic structure is dictated
and inspired by the quality of the writing."
— Joyce McMillan, Glasgow Herald
Calling All the World
The dream of space, of traveling in space, has fascinated human beings
for hundreds, probably thousands, of years. In the late 1950’s,
with the launching of the first man-made satellite, the dream suddenly
drew within reach. Sputnik I was launched into orbit around the earth
on October 4, 1957. This even, in the midst of the cold war between
the Soviet Union and its allies, and the Americans and theirs, inspired
not just admiration, but terror. If the Soviets had this level of
powerful rocketry (enough to launch the satellite) the reasoning went,
then surely their ability to attack Western targets with propelled
and guided long-range ballistic missiles had been seriously underestimated.
I remember standing outside late at night with my parents to watch
the satellite cross the sky, with just this mixture of fearful wonder.
The world’s second artificial satellite, Sputnik II, was launched
on November 3rd, 1957. This time there was a living creature—a
dog—Laika—on board; and this time the world watched with
different feelings. Laika was an emissary, Laika carried humanity’s
complex dream of discovery and adventure, of hope for something better
and freedom from the burden of destructive human civilization with
her. At the very least, we wanted Laika to make her journey into the
unknown, and return.
We know that a number of the early space voyagers, animal and human,
died—the whole story has yet to be told. Perhaps it wasn’t
the right way to pursue the dream—certainly the fear of being
left behind in the arms race subverted the more innocent passion for
discovery and knowledge. But when Laika traveled in space the passion
and innocence were there in full force; and so was the dream. It was
this part of the dream—the courage and desire to link what is
‘out there’ with who and what we are—that I wanted
to recall.
Calling all the world,
at eight o’clock today,
we were so far away,
and falling.
Riding through the stars,
the universe is ours,
locked in a metal world,
and falling.
Calling all the world,
to tell you where we’ve gone,
we’re on our way beyond
your imagining.
Calling all the world,
we’ve gone so far away,
much further than we’d planned
we’re traveling.
Calling all the world,
calling far form home,
we’re out here all alone
and falling.
Sailing on a sea,
invisible but free,
in cold, in dark,
in beauty.
Calling all the world,
at eight o’clock today,
we were so far away,
and falling.
Calling. Calling
S.O.S. The Whole World.
— Marilyn Bowering

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Beach
Holme Publishing From the
Reviews
"Bowering’s extraordinary ability
balances throughout Human Bodies the demands of both immanence
and transcendence, knowledge and mystery, whence and whither—the
demands of both what we perhaps may comprehend here but
only imagine somewhere just beyond."
— David Jarraway, Arc |
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