Nancy's Poetry Book

How do you get a copy of Nancy Ellen McLennan's book of poems?

 Email the publisher - bphpublishing@gmail.com - to request one and they will help you to organize your purchase.  They will need your mailing address.

How do you pay for the book?

$15 - hand delivered in Western Manitoba 

$17.50 - by Canada Post, within Canada 

$20 - by regular mail, world-wide CAD

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Intonation in the Poems

 Many of the  poems in Finding Strength, a collection of turn-of-the-century poems, were heard and spilled from the magical and invisible inner mind audio player onto the page or keyboard.  A tone of voice comes with intensity, or in a soothing murmur. 

This subset of poems, as listed in the afterward of the book, have a particular intonation and have been read here, in spoken word files.

Punch Out the Boys

Stripping Dignity

Depths to Depths

Deliver Me

Just a Little Bad

The Manly Thrill

 

Spoken Word for Rhythm

This subset Finding Strength - a collection of turn-of-the-century poems, represents poems that have inescapable rhythm.  Sometimes there is rhyme, but the rhythm is front and centre.

In the afterward of my book of poems, I listed seven that I felt came to me with a rhythm.  I have read them onto audio files so you can listen to them, and get a sense of how I felt the rhythm when they were written.

Away Away

 Certain Sense of Love

Deny Spell Cast

Pretense

The Possibilities

The Impossibility

Fond Farewell at Atlantic Dawn 

 

 

Turn-of-the-century Poetry - ePub file

 I have finally created a book of my poems.

A hard copy will be available within a few weeks, but in the mean time, people who enjoy e-readers can find my collection here:  Finding Strength - A collection of turn-of-the-century poems.

The link is at Open Library.  I uploaded the downloadable ePub file which works for any e-reader apps on phones, kindles, kobos, pc's etc.  Open Library automatically offers other version, all derived from the original file I uploaded.  Some of them are pretty clunky.  Use the e-pub.  Hard copy will be out before March 1.

Who I Am

Nestling and rejigging is a documented mental health tool.  My poems sit safely in the database but also there are a few big binders in hard copy.  This week I found a craft envelope with no label and spilled out a collection of 45 poems, one per page, that had been submitted to a literary critic and on the front poem was scrawled in black ink - "nancy - these are great poems  enuff to be publishable (undecipherable word), signature, exclamation point".  That was in 2009.  Today I went through the set,  one by one and agree.  I didn't get bored going through them, but then reading your own poems is like mirror gawking and reliving.  I don't spend a lot of time back there - the poems are what save me from reliving my choices over and over.  I am a forward living person.  That said, here is one that rather punctuates that thought.  It isn't the greatest of the batch - but not the oddest either.  Working title of the collection is "Finding Strength in Poetry", because after reading these 45, I feel super empowered!  Enjoy this one.  I will post a few more as I move through this .pdf to vanity press process.  I have a feeling it will be interactive multi-media, because I like that stuff too.  Today is a good day.

The Game

During the first week of isolation I realized that my main social interaction had been running errands.  So, I decided to set goals and get at some of the projects.  That's not really happening either.  I finally was hit by a poem.  I almost had a Cohen moment in my hopes that this sense of change can open up some light on the days to come.  In the mean time, time.

Found a Rogue PNG

Writing is a long unending spiral and poems pop out at me, unexpectedly, often to be set aside and usually lost.  This one arose sometime in 2011.  As I was recovering another project from a vast yet amazingly safe archive on a dusty 12 year old PC, I found another poem I had forgotten.
Thoughts disappear.  Thoughts captured can sometimes be poems.
In my ongoing theme of metaPoetry, another for that kit - writing about writing about writers - Dale and Di.

It is a bit depressing, but writers will get it.  We cannot help but spill words through our forearms to paper or keyboard, and like the frustrated water colour maker or styrofoam snowman agent, we keep spilling this so-called art until we have a hoard.

But I love finding the odd wee treasure, long forgottens, that hit home my love of word art.

~~n  (p.s.  I found it as a .png ffs!  Have no idea where the text version went. haha)