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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Alden Nowlan Poems
The Bull Moose
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps, came the bull moose
The Masks Of Love
I come in from a walk With you And they ask me If it is raining.
The Anatomy Of Angels
Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-ended Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
A Mysterious Naked Man
A mysterious naked man has been reported on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens. Almost everyone is outdoors and strangers are conversing
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 used to broadcast at night alone in a radio station but I was never good at it
A Certain Kind Of Holy Men
Not every wino is a Holy Man. Oh, but some of them are. I love those who've learned to sit comfortably
I used to broadcast at night
alone in a radio station
but I was never good at it
partly because my voice wasn't right
but mostly because my peculiar
made it impossible
for me to keep believing
their was somebody listening