the correct fury of your why is a mountain
By Kevin Heslop
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Poet-critic Jim Johnstone has described Kevin Heslop's the correct fury of your why is a mountain as among “the most promising poetic projects to come out of Canada in recent years.” This debut collection communicates Heslop’s sense of balance as a visual artist, curator, and poet who weights the page with visual harmony. By turns experiment, lyric, and incantation, the book nods to its author’s training as an actor, combining a command of language, form, character, and polyphony to make something performatively unique.
Kevin Heslop
Kevin Andrew Heslop (b. 1992) is a multidisciplinary artist from London Township Treaty territory. In addition to two chapbooks—con/tig/u/us (Blasted Tree 2018) and there is no minor violence just as there is no negligible cough during an aria (Frog Hollow Press 2019)—his work as a poet, journalist, filmmaker, curator, and playwright has recently appeared or is forthcoming with The Fiddlehead and Anstruther Press (2020), The Devil’s Artisan (2021), Museum London (2021), McIntosh Gallery (2022), and TAP Centre for Creativity (2022).
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the correct fury of your why is a mountain - Kevin Heslop
one whole third of your life is spent getting used to gravity
i cavalloni
the italian word for high waves doubles as the word for horses
something in the coastal imagination blent the curve of manes
with the force of the wind i suppose so floating south from salerno
to viro valentina in the sleeper i see skeins of white-faced ponies
ceremonial in bells gallop across the silent bluegreen tyrrhenian sea
children ample in music dreaming on the beaches no final revelation
when my son was a boy his theatre teacher a woman who’d spent
sixteen months tending stables in her twenties told his mother and me
actors are like teenagers are like horses
capable of bucking the very sky
but with the nervous system of a hummingbird
she must have sensed we didn’t know what to make of him
the turbulence of his septembers
i think of him how in the bakery in naples last week a woman
her hand clutching a crucifix of brackish olive wood on a thin chain
told me that god could call him back no trace of discomfort in her eyes
and is the man singing in the next car conscious of the crack of lightning
over the bay on dim summer nights when nothing sings
except the residue of misspent afternoons
and god could call him back call it pain is bread call it
the universe is a rainstreaked bakery call it when he was in hospital
it wasn’t me who asked for the semi-private room his neighbour sang
every night to shepherd his dreaming he was a studio musician
trained in decades of french horn a young man still they were
unable to prevent the subdivision of his cancer cells 64th notes
had been his nemesis professionally he joked it was the way my son
would comfort us at 4am he would comfort us on a tuesday up nightsick
lift an intubated hand smiling around a nasal cannula give thumbs up
the way any patient recited their diagnosis the latin a colosseum falling
i see why dostoyevsky flung raskolnikov at the flaying that broke