Wonderful news! Al Purdy's A-Frame, the home he built with his wife, Eurithe, has been saved from the proverbial and literal wrecking ball. Four years ago—I can hardly believe it's been that long—I posted photos Ted took at the Roblin Lake property in 1972, and a copy of the letter I wrote supporting the push to save the house and eventually make it available for writers to work in.
|View from Al Purdy's A-Frame, across Roblin Lake, 1972 (photo Ted Crosfield)|
Meanwhile At the Manse is a blog by Katherine Sedgwick. Here is her post about the house being saved and here's an earlier one from March of this year where she talks about Al and includes (with permission, of course), The Country North of Belleville, where Roblin Lake and and A-Frame are located. If you've made it this far and you don't know anything about Al Purdy's poems, try that one on for size. His poetry is kind of one-size fits all.
Paul Vermeesch blogs about it here, the Vancouver Sun has an article here, Quill and Quire here.
When I was in Toronto a couple of weeks ago, two friends and I decided to visit the Royal Ontario Museum. It was a beautiful, blue-sky day, cold but sunny, and as the ROM was in walking distance we set off. Our route took us through Queen's Park where Al's statue is, and sure enough, after a few minutes of wandering about, we found it. Larger than life.
Sort of like Al.
|Me and Al, October 2012, Queen's Park, Toronto|
I was in Toronto for a friend's memorial service. RIP Martha. It's my birthday and it'll be the first one where we haven't spoken to each other since she moved to one side of the country and I moved to the other. This year, she'd have called singing When I'm Sixty-Four in that beautiful voice of hers and in ten days I'd call her 'cause it'd be her turn. Funny the things you miss.
Here we are, back in the day.
|Linda and Martha at Niagara Falls, summer 1980. Or '79.|
And here's her last resting place, up near Owen Sound.
|Martha K Smith, who loved everything|
I'm still taking that course through Coursera and the University of Pennsylvania. Modern and Contemporary American Poetry, or ModPo as it's become known, goes for ten weeks altogether and we're about to hit Week 8. Right now we're looking at some of the New York School poets. Right now I should be writing 500 words on Frank O'Hara. But I'm here, and it all counts.
Thanks for reading.