{"product_id":"lookout-isbn-9780771082672","title":"Lookout","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe first collection of new poems in more than a decade from one of Canada’s most respected poets\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe poems in John Steffler’s new collection are enlivened by the same muscular acts of attention that characterize his earlier books. As always, his poems inhabit experience fully, senses on high alert, transmitting the abundance and turbulence of physical existence; they are charged with the raw Eros of being. Nowhere is there a more complete nature poet: attuned, robust, honest, fully informal, and emotionally candid, brimming with energy and animal spirits. Many of the poems in \u003cb\u003eLookout\u003c\/b\u003e explore and evoke specific landscapes: the limestone barrens of Newfoundland; the Blomidon and Lewis Hills; the Greek Islands. Others dwell on personal relationships: lover, pregnant daughter, and a touching, finely tuned sequence on a family coping with a mother’s Alzheimer’s. There is also a wonderful set of meditations on photographs from the archives in Newfoundland. Canadian literature is blessed – and animated – by John Steffler’s contributions to it.LIMESTONE BARRENS\u003cbr\u003eThe Role of Calcium in Evolution\u003cbr\u003eBook Rock \u003cbr\u003eCape Norman \u003cbr\u003ePark Office \u003cbr\u003eBarrens Willow \u003cbr\u003eWind Shadow, L’Anse aux Meadows \u003cbr\u003eRevelations \u003cbr\u003eNotes on Burnt Cape \u003cbr\u003eLocation \u003cbr\u003eWarm Shallow Sea \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOUTSIDE\u003cbr\u003eDividing Island \u003cbr\u003eMarine Drive \u003cbr\u003eBody and Soul \u003cbr\u003eUnder Blomidon Face \u003cbr\u003eTree near York Harbour \u003cbr\u003eSwoop \u003cbr\u003eInside the Boiler of the ss \u003ci\u003eEthie \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeyond Names and Laws \u003cbr\u003eWissembourg, Alsace \u003cbr\u003eAmorgos \u003cbr\u003eSunburnt on Naxos \u003cbr\u003eThere Is No One to Blame \u003cbr\u003eBloodroot \u003cbr\u003eMail from My Pregnant Daughter \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eONCE \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOUTSIDE\u003cbr\u003eRemovals \u003cbr\u003eIt \u003ci\u003eIs \u003c\/i\u003ea Blue Dome \u003cbr\u003eCollecting, Bay of Islands\u003cbr\u003eUplands \u003cbr\u003eSkink’s Tail \u003cbr\u003eLean-to \u003cbr\u003eBeating the Bounds \u003cbr\u003eUnder Mad Dog Lake \u003cbr\u003eBattle at Halfway Point \u003cbr\u003eMelancholy Facts \u003cbr\u003eBear Brains \u003cbr\u003eSmudging the Map \u003cbr\u003eBlomidon Head \u003cbr\u003eIn the Winter \u003cbr\u003eAfter Ten Days Together \u003cbr\u003eWithout Maps \u003cbr\u003eKiparissia \u003cbr\u003eTomb of Clytemnestra \u003cbr\u003eMystra \u003cbr\u003eMycenae \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCOLONIAL BUILDING ARCHIVES\u003cbr\u003eVA13 Humber Mouth \u003cbr\u003eA10-142 Settlement at Mount Moriah \u003cbr\u003eA10-150 Holloway: John’s Beach \u003cbr\u003eA20-86 Postcard: Cement Plant, 1955\u003cbr\u003eA30-160 Building the Paper Mill \u003cbr\u003eVA28 Postcard: Paper Machine \u003cbr\u003eA30-158 Wood Supply \u003cbr\u003eA30-161 Mill Manager’s House, Corner Brook \u003cbr\u003eB10-38 Lee Wulff Fishing the Upper Humber \u003cbr\u003eB10-39 Lee Wulff Fishing the Upper Humber \u003cbr\u003eB10-40 Exploits River \u003cbr\u003eB10-43 Self-portrait, Serpentine Valley \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAcknowledgements\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for John Steffler:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"In a profound way, John Steffler's poetry is concerned with cultural identity and memory, and provides a touchstone for Canadians seeking a way to move forward as a nation…. What makes John Steffler's poetry so valuable is that his consideration of the philosophical problems of memory, history and identity speaks directly to key preoccupations in Canadian culture today.\"\u003cbr\u003e— from Letter of Nomination for the Parliamentary Poet Laureate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"John Steffler is Canada's most sensuously passionate writer. Reading him, we are put in touch with the pure erotic draw which the world exercises upon him. The acuity of his perception, and the size of his heart, make his poems an essential part of our literature.\"\u003cbr\u003e— Don McKay, Griffin Poetry Prize winner for \u003cb\u003eStrike\/Slip\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Steffler paints the wilderness in a language that often 'knocks and hisses and crackles,' but nothing of the poetry here sounds contrived or artificial. [Steffler's work] subtly nudges the reader along, never falling prey to the usual grab-bag of bells and whistles. It is a work that teems with images that are celebratory of life, ones that quietly ring with the music of the land.\"\u003cbr\u003e— Montreal \u003ci\u003eGazette\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"John Steffler is one of our finest lyric poets in mid-career.\"\u003cbr\u003e— Ken Babstock, \u003ci\u003eGlobe and Mail\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"[John Steffler's poems] reveal an unexpected side to the exotic and hidden dimensions of the familiar…. Part keen-eyed naturalist, part exuberant philosopher, Steffler memorializes the terrain of his beloved Newfoundland, in particular, with disarming whimsy and grace. His descriptions are vivid and metaphysically resonant, too.\"\u003cbr\u003e— Barbara Carey, \u003ci\u003eToronto Star\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJohn Steffler\u003c\/b\u003e was the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada from 2006 to 2008. His previous books of poetry include \u003cb\u003eThe Grey Islands\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003cb\u003eThat Night We Were Ravenous\u003c\/b\u003e, winner of the Atlantic Poetry Prize, and \u003cb\u003eHelix: New and Selected Poems\u003c\/b\u003e, winner of the Newfoundland and Labrador Poetry Prize. Steffler is also the author of the award-winning novel \u003cb\u003eThe Afterlife of George Cartwright\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cb\u003eThe Role of Calcium in Evolution\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eSweet calcium we found we could live with,\u003cbr\u003estir into our cells’ hubbub, tinker into\u003cbr\u003ea trellis to carry our fi erce red vine – its\u003cbr\u003eeyeball blossoms, cunt orchids, cock orchids –\u003cbr\u003ewe could whittle it into bone stilts and paddles,\u003cbr\u003ehooks, tongs, helmets, mallets, cleavers, awls,\u003cbr\u003efl utes, rasps, rattles, corsets, folding spokes,\u003cbr\u003ebut then, oh god the weight of all these\u003cbr\u003econtraptions! Just throw them out and be\u003cbr\u003elight! While the old hardware clatters\u003cbr\u003edown like Victorian claw-foot settees\u003cbr\u003esettling in scrap heaps – the ear trumpets,\u003cbr\u003ethe spurs compressed in archaeological\u003cbr\u003efi les – we fl oat careless as fruit fl ies\u003cbr\u003ein an armoury, all the weight lifted,\u003cbr\u003etra-la! But the dark rock candy of history\u003cbr\u003edissolves in the rain, leaking the diatom’s binary\u003cbr\u003ecode, the lobster’s molecular gospel into\u003cbr\u003ethe water we drink. Sleepless we pore over\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThings You Can Make with Calcium \u003c\/i\u003ein cellular\u003cbr\u003eBraille. As soon as you throw something away\u003cbr\u003eyou need the damn thing! Hinged pincers\u003cbr\u003edown here somewhere under the catapults and\u003cbr\u003egreaves. 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