Lousy Explorers
Laisha Rosnau
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Description
In this collection, husbands and wives stumble into each other at the end of days, children find the wild edges of suburbs, new mothers try to navigate through a map-less terrain, and a relentless epidemic of bugs eats away at the forest. The collection explores new territory, both physically and emotionally--relocation, the north, new marriage and motherhood--in a way that is honest, raw and insightful.In two years, I went from being a single girl living in a studio downtown Vancouver to being a married mother in the suburbs of a northern town. We arrived in the north in the middle of an epidemic of pine beetles that was literally eating away the forest around us, leaving the landscape exposed and raw. I wanted to write about people doing this in their own lives--entering into new territory, stumbling and blundering, but also opening themselves up for change and transformation, for new life.
--Laisha Rosnau
Product Details
Price
$17.95
$16.69
Publisher
Nightwood Editions
Publish Date
May 01, 2009
Pages
80
Dimensions
5.2 X 7.3 X 0.3 inches | 0.2 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780889712300
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About the Author
Laisha Rosnau is the author of the bestselling novel The Sudden Weight of Snow the Acorn-Plantos People's Poetry Prize-winning collection Notes on Leaving, and her most recent poetry colection, Lousy Explorers. Laisha Rosnau's work has been published in Canada, the US, the UK and Australia, and she was recently anthologized in White Ink: Poems on Mothers and Motherhood and Rocksalt: An Anthology of Contemporary BC Poetry. Rosnau currently lives with her husband and two young children in Coldstream, BC.
Reviews
Rosnau's poems are never content with mere fantasies of suburban prettiness. She brings a psychological depth and gravitas reminiscent of William Stafford's or James Dickey's disturbed rural precincts into the residential corridors of southern British Columbia, and that makes me very happy. [Ranked as one of Vermeersch's favourite poetry collections of 2009].
--Paul Vermeersch, author of The Reinvention of the Human Hand and Between the Walls
In language assured and eloquent, Laisha Rosnau offers an edgy, big-hearted plunge into those moments of shift that show us at our most human. And reminds us that how one accommodates oneself to change, how one embraces and lives inside it, is a mark of one's humanity.
--Marnie Parsons, The Globe and Mail
Her keen sense of observation remains undiminished, and its subsequent translation to her verse elicits a wide range of responses from the reader. She writes wryly and with confidence.
--Andrew Vaisius, Prairie Fire
As imagery goes, it is difficult to recall someone I have recently encountered as talented as Rosnau ... Every reader will feel an instant kinship with [her] presentation of the ordinary and miraculous, and it is impossible to read one poem without instantly jumping to the next. The straightforward, pure beauty of these poems will resonate with you long after your first (and second, and third) reading.
--Rhiannon Rogstad, The Goose
Rosnau steps out into the unforgiving light of a once-shaded forest and shows us the growing pains of transition through marriage, relocation, motherhood. Exposed, expanding, these are poems on the verge of eruption, as they wait in the aftermath of a pine beetle epidemic, in the lack of a forest that once was.
--Jennifer Still, Winnipeg Free Press
Rosnau has a talent for building a complete atmosphere in a few simple but sacred-sounding words.
--McGill Tribune
That's Rosnau's poetry--angry, bittersweet, brimming with sex and the need to be noticed, but not in a cheap and easy way.
--Prairie Fire
Laisha Rosnau's wonderful second collection Lousy Explorers takes as its epigraph the final stanza of Gwendolyn MacEwen's Dark Pines Under Water: But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper/ And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper/In an elementary world;/There is something down there and you want it told. Her poems are about women who are sinking, who have left one place for another, who have embarked upon new journeys and new lives in ways that are subtle or otherwise.
--Kerry Clare, Pickle Me This
--Paul Vermeersch, author of The Reinvention of the Human Hand and Between the Walls
In language assured and eloquent, Laisha Rosnau offers an edgy, big-hearted plunge into those moments of shift that show us at our most human. And reminds us that how one accommodates oneself to change, how one embraces and lives inside it, is a mark of one's humanity.
--Marnie Parsons, The Globe and Mail
Her keen sense of observation remains undiminished, and its subsequent translation to her verse elicits a wide range of responses from the reader. She writes wryly and with confidence.
--Andrew Vaisius, Prairie Fire
As imagery goes, it is difficult to recall someone I have recently encountered as talented as Rosnau ... Every reader will feel an instant kinship with [her] presentation of the ordinary and miraculous, and it is impossible to read one poem without instantly jumping to the next. The straightforward, pure beauty of these poems will resonate with you long after your first (and second, and third) reading.
--Rhiannon Rogstad, The Goose
Rosnau steps out into the unforgiving light of a once-shaded forest and shows us the growing pains of transition through marriage, relocation, motherhood. Exposed, expanding, these are poems on the verge of eruption, as they wait in the aftermath of a pine beetle epidemic, in the lack of a forest that once was.
--Jennifer Still, Winnipeg Free Press
Rosnau has a talent for building a complete atmosphere in a few simple but sacred-sounding words.
--McGill Tribune
That's Rosnau's poetry--angry, bittersweet, brimming with sex and the need to be noticed, but not in a cheap and easy way.
--Prairie Fire
Laisha Rosnau's wonderful second collection Lousy Explorers takes as its epigraph the final stanza of Gwendolyn MacEwen's Dark Pines Under Water: But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper/ And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper/In an elementary world;/There is something down there and you want it told. Her poems are about women who are sinking, who have left one place for another, who have embarked upon new journeys and new lives in ways that are subtle or otherwise.
--Kerry Clare, Pickle Me This
