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The Trust Spiral

Restoring faith in the media

Dear Prudence

A life of exuberance and eccentricity

Who’s Afraid of Alice Munro?

A long-awaited biography gives the facts, but not the mystery, behind this writer’s genius

I Am A Rock / What I Am

 

Neighbours never guessed that we lived in a lapsed

circus, tattered canvas disguised as a rowhouse.

Where there should have been marvels,

a circular emptiness.

 

I used to barricade my room. I made tapes

from radio, dial chasing the space before songs —

in the leap to record, a vestige of trapeze,

static resembling applause.

 

Imagine there has long been no audience,

and the ringmaster has evicted the clowns, uncaged

the animals, and lurks under the bleachers,

a sword in his teeth.

 

Maybe they knew. Possibly every home is a drywall

tent, rank with bewildered elephants, floors strewn

with popcorn and paper trumpets. The ring

of the doorbell the signal to sweep.

 

When Paul Simon and Edie Brickell married, I thought

that everything would be okay, because my mix tapes

were, between surges of static, skilled enough

to sway whoever orchestrated love.

Sadiqa de Meijer’s poetry has appeared in various literary journals as well as in The Best Canadian Poetry 2008. Her work was shortlisted in the CBC Literary Awards in 2009 and previously won This Magazine’s Great Canadian Literary Hunt.

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