Thursday, Dec 3, I had the pleasure of attending the Writers' Collective 2009 Poetry Contest awards ceremony at the Millenium Library.
My poem, Goramedes, was selected as the first-place winner.
The event also honoured the winners of the Winnipeg Free Press/Writers' Collective 2009 Non-Fiction Contest. It was an interesting experience. Some very good writing all around. I particularly liked John Barsby's reading of his short story, Beloved Aunt.
Judges Ariel Gordon and Jennifer Still (A Creative Communications grad) had some extremely kind words for me. "Jason's delight in language's knots and strong sense of form shines with charm, wit, and an eclectic linguistic edge."
I've never had two complete strangers say something so complimentary about my writing. Taking into account that just a couple of years ago I didn't consider myself a writer at all, I'm humbled.
During my reading I channeled my best George Elliot Clarke, and brought as much energy to my words as I could muster.
The poem:
“Goramedes”
Frank Goramedes ___ graceless and ghastly
A man incongruitous ___ with goodliness and right
Once a delicate blastula ___ innocence irrevocable
froiling in the foamy-buttersauce ___ of mother’s womb
His crenelated mug ___ bespoke of never-glory
Paper-burned flat cap ___ perched on bleaken-pate head
Jowls pinched and puckered ___ in parody of golden mean
A Pear-man if you ever saw one ___ humanoid-carbuncle in a suit
Sandwiched betwixt taxi-stands ___ and dirty-show kiosks
Where palewaivens beckon ___ to dream-thirsty bentlings
Stood Firm of Hrimbolde ___ Carsephalope and Tung
Fixture of the blackentoil city ___ where Goramedes made his mark
Mister Arthur Aebelasker ___ Eldest of Ethel and Albert
Philluminist of ill repute ___ and litigator of men
Partner of Goramedes ___ his better in all aspects
Cast lingrances across his file-stand ___ plotting dire-denouement
Aebelasker had aquired ___ a liking for Lorna.
A Hellenistic honey ___ who was bride to Goramedes
Nee Torquemada ___ tangled in turbid-betrothal.
to a weevil-headed devil ___ while yearning for dove-handed squire
The twosome contrived ___ to make-mortal their foil
By cold prosciutto canapés ___ and arsenic in Cabernet Franc
Goramedes arrived after eight ___ inhaling his aperitif
Then Frank met floor ___ gingerly the glight left his eyes
The gleeful sin-smiths ___ grinning in their coarse collusion
At wake were offered ___ coffee, sprats and cruellers
In the fashion of his kindred ___ the failed-people of old
The surviving were unpresent ___ his widow a no-show
Lorna lounged in citrus-lands ___ Arthur at her side
The spades-and-shovels smoked ___ by the wayside worm-field.
The Heavenly-bag-man uttered ___ murmuring the honoured-mythology
Over our fiend interred ___ a pine-shrouded unperson
Grudgingly excepted by earth ___ earnest until eternity exhumed
I hope it lived up to the hype.
Thanks to Perry Grosshans and his wife Tanya, who canceled a prior commitment in order to attend; and Karen Press, my creative writing instructor who gave me advice when I composed the poem for her class. And a big thank you to everyone who's been supportive of my Cre Comm endeavor and my writing.
I dedicate the award to Veronica, who continues to astound me daily - usually at the exact moment that I need some astoundingness.
I hope it's the first of many dedications to come.
Cheers,
(Sara, here...) Wo, Jay. What a word smith! We had to read it about three or four times to simply beGIN to pick up on all the subtle twists and turns of this piece. How cool is that, to unravel it a bit more with each read? Sheesh... the questions I have for you!!! - Sara (Matt's bride, who has no ill against him)
ReplyDeleteHey, very nice! You want to hear something weird? Okay, I'll tell you anyway: I was at the library that night! I was there with my family taking some books out, and I heard the poetry reading going on in the background. Had I known you were there, I would have listened to the reading!
ReplyDeleteCongrats again, man!