Alden Nowlan (25 January 1933 - 27 June 1983 / Stanley, Nova Scotia)
Biography of Alden Nowlan
Alden Nowlan was born into rural poverty in Stanley, Nova Scotia, adjacent to Mosherville, and close to the small town of Windsor, Nova Scotia, along a stretch of dirt road that he would later refer to as Desolation Creek. His father, Gordon Freeman Nowlan, worked sporadically as a manual labourer.
His mother, Grace Reese, was only 15 years of age when Nowlan was born, and she soon left the family, leaving Alden and her younger daughter Harriet, to the care of their paternal grandmother. The family discouraged education as a waste of time, and Nowlan left school after only four grades. At the age of 14, he went to work in the village sawmill. At the age of 16, Nowlan discovered the regional library. Each weekend he would walk or hitchhike eighteen miles to the library to get books, and secretly began to educate himself. "I wrote (as I read) in secret." Nowlan remembered. "My father would as soon have seen me wear lipstick."
Career and later Life
At 19, Nowlan's artfully embroidered résumé landed him a job with Observer, a newspaper in Hartland, New Brunswick. While working at the Observer, Nowlan began writing books of poetry, the first of which was published by Fredericton's Fiddlehead Poetry Books.
Nowlan eventually settled permanently in New Brunswick. In 1963, he married Claudine Orser, a typesetter on his former paper, and moved to Saint John with her and her son, John, whom he adopted. He became the night editor for the Saint John Telegraph Journal and continued to write poetry. In 1967, he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship, and his collection Bread, Wine and Salt was awarded the Governor General's Award for Poetry.
In 1966, Nowlan was diagnosed with throat cancer. His health forced him to give up his job, but at the same time the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton offered him the position of Writer-in-Residence. He remained in the position until his death on June 27, 1983.
Awards and recognition
Nowlan's most notable literary achievements include the Governor General's Award for Bread, Wine and Salt (1967) and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He took over the job Writer-in-Residence at the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton from close friend Warren Kinthompson in 1968 and kept it until his death in 1983. He has a provincial poetry award named in his honour.
Nowlan is one of Canada's most popular 20th-century poets, and his appearance in the anthology Staying Alive (2002) has helped to spread his popularity beyond Canada.
In the 1970s, Nowlan met and became close friends with theatre director Walter Learning. The two collaborated on a number of plays, including Frankenstein, The Dollar Woman, and The Incredible Murder of Cardinal Tosca.
The home of the Graduate Student Association at the University of New Brunswick is called the Alden Nowlan House.
Nowlan is buried in the Poets' Corner of the Forest Hill cemetery in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
Alden Nowlan's Works:
Darkness in the Earth (1958)
The Rose and the Puritan (1958)
Wind in A Rocky Country (1960)
Under the Ice (1961)
Five New Brunswick Poets(1962 with Elizabeth Brewster, Fred Cogswell, Robert Gibbs and Kay Smith)
The Things Which Are (1962)
Bread, Wine and Salt (1967)
A Black Plastic Button and a Yellow Yoyo (1968)
The Mysterious Naked Man (1969)
Playing the Jesus Game: Selected Poems (1970)
Between Tears and Laughter (1971)
I’m a Stranger Here Myself (1974)
Shaped by This Land (1974)
Smoked Glass. Toronto: Clarke, Irwin, 1977.
I Might Not Tell Everybody This (1982)
Early Poems (1983)
An Exchange of Gifts: Poems New and Selected (1985)
What Happened When He Went to the Store for Bread (1993)
The Best of Alden Nowlan (1993)
Alden Nowlan: Selected Poems (1996)
Between Tears and Laughter (2004)
The Execution, Sunburst, Scarborough, Ontario, (1982)
The Bull Moose
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A Poem About Miracles
Why don't the records go blank
the instant the singer dies?
Oh, I know there are explanations
but they don't convince me
I'm still surprised
When I hear the dead singing
As for orchestra's
I expect the Instruments
To fall silent one by one