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Happinesswise: Poems
Happinesswise: Poems
Happinesswise: Poems
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Bennetts artistry lies in his ability to create poems that shatter complacency with bricks of loaded language. emQuill Quire/em on emCivil and Civic/em/p pHow are you doing, happinesswise? This is the unifying thread, the casual-sounding but slant and penetrating question posed by these poems as they interrogate what we tell ourselves about happiness, about its opposite, and about ourselves in the process./p pemHappinesswise/em is both cacophony and chorus: its the voices of palliative patients and physicians, and the place where the dream state of a young pregnant woman clashes with the online reality of daily life. Its personal too: a suite explores a five-year period of Bennetts autistic sons childhood, charting a journey of love and misunderstandings, of anxiety and celebration as the wonders of neurodiversity unfold./p pThere are elegies too. And confessional poems, like On the Occasion of Her Swearing In, where Bennett witnesses up close his friends remarkable transition from Afghan refugee and grassroots activist to member of parliament and cabinet minister. Other poems demarcate the gaps (literal and less so) found every day in rural Ontario, or consider personal, political, and cultural history within a series of loops and twists./p

LanguageEnglish
PublisherECW Press
Release dateApr 10, 2018
ISBN9781773052007
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    Happinesswise - Jonathan Bennett

    Happinesswise

    Poems

    Jonathan Bennett

    for Haley

    Contents

    Palliative Care Reflective Portfolio

    Patient No. 1

    Patient No. 2

    Patient No. 3

    Concession Lines Signs

    Unassumed Road

    Vegetarians Use the Back Door

    Traffic Calming Ahead

    Fresh Cut Fries

    Free Metal Drop Off

    Third Concession Line

    Neurotypical Sketches

    Now We Are Six and Sure

    They Will Take My Island

    His Charge

    Sunrise with Sea Monsters

    In Relief

    On Occasion

    Notes After Fort Worth

    Notes After Glasgow

    On the Occasion of Her Swearing In

    Audley Elegy

    Let Me Speak Softly of Two Days

    Analogue Analogies

    Loggerheads

    Manual

    Reasonable Assurance

    Comply or Explain

    Swallow the Toad of Disgust

    After St. Ignatius

    Lorenzetti’s Allegory of Bad Government

    Happinesswise

    Notes and Acknowledgments

    About the Author

    Copyright

    Palliative Care Reflective Portfolio

    Patient No. 1

    Do I? Admit to the neighbour I need help?

    She’ll offer impatience, weak Earl Grey.

    So instead I admit myself, impatiently,

    thrown into that time-worn, off-grey ward

    whose Hospitalists chart my chest rattle.

    I suffer no fear. I am the recipient

    of patient-centred, evidence-based care.

    This promise made to me all alone,

    on a wipe-able poster that’s reinforced

    by a tenderly chosen stock photo paired

    with a font inspired by Cézanne’s cursive.

    I curse the machine drone, the urine sting,

    the sour C. diff smell, the pump throb,

    the infection control, latex-free signage.

    Only last March, the lake icy, gin and tonics,

    tinkling wind chimes, your still-beautiful clavicle.

    I presented to the ER with severe pain

    in my lower—well, does it really matter

    where this began? Things have evolved.

    Let’s keep up, I say. But he taps my gut.

    Read the chart, I bark. He does, mumbles

    left flank. I am deemed incapacitated.

    Last summer I was myself. That recently,

    really, independent, with plans in place.

    I golfed. Was a snow bird. I hear this,

    my diminished life as a chart note,

    a biography no one considered worthy—

    is it ever too late for morbid thoughts?

    You dear, are elsewhere, gone in that

    peculiar way—off the wall, in a facility

    with advanced dementia. At the lake

    last summer your dress removed one

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