Review
With his new book, it's time to forgo the qualifiers and just call [Ken Babstock] what he is: the best Canadian poet of his generation. (Nick Mount
Walrus Magazine 20110603)
. . . affecting and deft . . . [a] lasting contribution to Canadian poetry . . . (Shane Neilson
Quill and Quire 20110529)
Methodist Hatchet is as precise as it is expansive, as complex as it is companionable . . . [Ken] Babstock is one of the most exciting lyric poets writing today. (Sinya Queras
Globe and Mail 20110603)
. . . a dazzling display by a talented writer . . . (Barbara Carey
Toronto Star 20110515)
[Ken Babstock] is something like a baffled scientist investigating the limits of our comprehension . . . this book's poetic voice [. . .] represents our greatest opportunity to make sense of a seemingly schizophrenic world. (E. Martin Nolan
Puritan 20111216)
Methodist Hatchet will be a bellwether for contemporary Canadian poetry . . . [Ken Babstock's poems] invite us to listen more closely, to bring the discernment of reading poems into our habits of reading the world. (Abby Paige
Rover Arts )
The beauty here lies in its simplicity ... the effect of the book is kaleidoscopic. (Jennifer Moore
Another Chicago Magazine )
Product Description
The exhilarating new collection from one of our most important and talented poets, a finalist for the 2007 Griffin Poetry Prize and the 2006 Governor General’s Literary Award and winner of the Trillium Book Award for Poetry. Marooned in the shiftless, unnamed space between a map of the world and a world of false maps, these poems cling to what’s necessary from each, while attempting to sing their own bewilderment. The resultant chords of resignation, exhaltation, and despair are bracing. Carolinian forest echoes back as construction cranes in an urban skyline. Second Life returns as wildlife, as childhood. Even the poem itself — the idea of a poem — as a unit of understanding is shadowed by a great unknowing. Fearless in its language, its trajectories and frames of reference, Methodist Hatchet gazes upon the objects of its attention until they rattle and exude their auras of strangeness. It is this strangeness, this mysterious stillness, that is the big heart of Ken Babstock’s playful, fierce, intelligent book.