Winston T. Gylles
Biography of Winston T. Gylles
Born in the late forties, in then small town Ottawa, Ontario Gylles recalls competing for gold stars in the poetry memorization contest set up by a grade eight teacher called Sister Barbara Ann. He obtained gold stars for the recitation of The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert William Service and The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. When he actually wrote his first poem remains enshrouded in a past far to distant to permit easy retrieval. They were most likely in the genre 'Roses are greenish, Violets morose...'
After completing an Honours degree in Psychology, he enrolled in a Journalism program and frequently wrote for the Charlatan, a varsity rag. A few news articles later, Gylles realized that journalism was not his bag and dropped out.
In 1970 he worked as the poetry editor of one of Ottawa's first literary magazines, the short lived Pod. There he published his first poems. During the '80's he wrote a few small bilingual volumes of verse, now encased in ISBN vaults. He also published some short stories in small literary magazines circulated mainly in Québec.
Through the '90's and '10's family concerns required he concentrate on an exciting and rewarding career as a computer programmer. During this time he wrote some epic algorithms and scintillating functions in C,4D, Lingo, Perl and even odd strains of BASIC, for a battalion of high powered 'chines. Though he still wrote verse occasionally, he seemed lost to the literary world.
Since retiring in 2009 he has happily returned to his first love, versification. In May 2011 he published a uni-lingual book of verse in french. Subsequent to this publication Gylles set off on an extended journey through south east Asia, concentrating on countries like India and Thailand with short forays into Malaysia, Cambodia, Laos, Myanmar, Singapore and Indonesia.
The poems submitted here represent his return to the English language after a lengthy interlude. Though he is traveling, the subject of his poetry is not always or necessarily in accordance with any physical locality. Sometimes it appears as though Gylles is moving through an interior landscape, both strange and confusing, projected onto an external support.
Winston T. Gylles's Works:
Trip Verbal,1983, Éditions Neigeuses
Impliqué,1985, Édition de l'oreille percée
Cœur Bleu,1987, Édition de l'oreille percée
Entêté,1989, Édition de l'oreille percée
Au-delà de l'épave,2011, Édition de l'oreille percée
Winston T. Gylles Poems
A flush of diadems the wink of heralds bats askew upon the worm tower links unchained yet mired
Venerable old man shaken by some frisky wind please excuse for I too
Bud 'N Betty
Bud 'n Betty both hate to swear not on a Bibly book not an oath - egad! or on anyone's head
Look Back From Me
Hugely great cogs have meshed squared teeth and turned those many gears and wheels of existence space, time, fame, fortune
In Honour Of You
In honour of you I'll live my life To the very best of my ability I'll recall and apply every wise counsel you ever offered Savour every word you said trying to raise whatever
There lie the idle boats unattended underbellies exposed in burning sand paint chips boiling under an unwatered sun
And Then The Voice Came Out
Some heard the sibilant siffling of Cerces' hordes Some heard the oration of a great states person To others the sounds resembled the squabbling of high flying geese Or a yard full of primary school children
The post mentioned her telepathic link being offline Yet I received the call quite clearly. She seemed unaware of having established a connection Or did she feign?
Image Is Everything - André Aga
The image lacks elegance It is neither nice nor refined Certainly not politically correctified I don't even know if it's physically possible
Lycia cupped the Dionysian hexagram in her buccal alter While Ophelia danced doggie on the bad finger And Lycia sang sweetly: 'Arr'r Grra Arrg! ' Which some understood to mean: 'I'm so free! '
She sends me and verily, I had not looked for it I'm not extremely fond of being sent the surrender of a moment
I'M Not Looking My Someday Best
I'm not looking my Someday best The heart's smoked out abusively And busted on the porn romance syndrome And what with capricious bad verve
Positive Point Of View
We sat together for a while Watching petals pass On the warm sidewalk
Renewable resource Season of the witch THC trough pusher dip Stay with me on this
The Art Of Now-Now-Now
Haven't seen you for a while, she
He, we look differently
Where you been?
Down, down to the razor's edge
The current runs quickly there, murmured
The pulse beats quicker