Biography of Brian Purdy
Resident: Halifax, N.S. Canada
At any given hour: reader, writer, husband, sketch-artist and water-color painter, cyclist, pool-player, coffee-drinker, smoker...
Brian Purdy's Works:
Books: To Feed the Sun
Chapbook primer on poet-craft
Magazine publications during 1970s & 80s. New work to appear soon.
Brian Purdy Poems
A Poem Is
A poem is admission Of confusion And being what it is Excites derision;
The New Romance
Fewer creeks blacker starlings fewer home-made killing-jars
Forty years I trudged And had no answers; A mind that was at sea And heart unanchored.
On tin-can creek
On tin-can creek where I stayed long the woodsy mist made up for wrongs
Song at Sixty
Bring fire-flies to the wedding feast Cast your spell on the rough-coat beast In the quiet where the crickets sing One word changes everything.
I Tell You, Gus...
I tell you, Gus, there's just one way to skin a monkey, snake or frog and don't let the buggers tell you any different. You take your knife
Puzzled, I am By the tepid response Of those on whom I depended. Must I walk alone this moonlit path
Trying to Turn Us to Angels in My Blood ...
As a boy, alone, with a crayon you wrote On the walls of your room. Now, you wail Silently, so that others don't hear; Bellow and moan on the page of your mind
While Waiting for Documents Needed to Ad...
You slugs, you sloths, you worse Than insensible things, Who will not do as is so Urgently needed - how
Orillia, Ontario, May,2001: Half-Pint Pe...
Half-pint perch in sunlit water Chase their shadows above the rocks. A fisherman chews a cigarillo Light brown in a darkly-golden face.
The Learners, E.S.L.
Probably, they think they have something to say. How else explain their willingness to display This welter of misspelled words, Phrases misapprehended,
Christmas Cabin Fever
Wear a brown hat like a snow-man Sleep with the dogs in the snow While the Northern Lights are turning And the moon tells all she knows.
Why Is What We Want To Know
'Why? ' is what we want to know, 'do all the stars in heaven glow? ' 'Who? ' & 'where? ' & 'what? ' & 'when? ' we ask ourselves - but we are men
we two are old pleated by cares but still can mount proud passion's stair
All Are Welcome
All of these and more are here:
the mad and sad, the badly nurtured
those with a past, some without futures
all of these and more are here.
A health card gets you in at the door
wait two weeks, come back for more
apples potatoes sardines, tea
turnips squash and margarine.