{"id":3640,"date":"2012-06-08T02:19:00","date_gmt":"2012-06-08T02:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=3640"},"modified":"2026-01-15T17:50:03","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T17:50:03","slug":"griffen-vs-giller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/?p=3640","title":{"rendered":"Griffen vs Giller"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My last few posts have been about a librarian&#8217;s &#8220;Found Poetry&#8221; in the lyrical names of knitting stitches. I love it when people (poets) find something so very common; write a poem about it and suddenly it isn&#8217;t common anymore. &nbsp;I always remember a poem by William Carlos Williams &#8211; <\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nThe Red Wheelbarrow<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nso much depends<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nupon<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\na red wheel<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nbarrow<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nglazed with rain<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nwater<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nbeside the white<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nchickens.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nor an urban update<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nThe Red Honda<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nso much depends<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nupon&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\na red Honda<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\ncovered in&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\ndust<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nbeside black&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\ncats.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nhmmmm looses a bit in translation; but it is simple.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nTonight, apparently, the biggest award in Canadian literary prizes will be &#8220;awarded.&#8221; It&#8217;s a total of $200,000.00 from Scott Griffen. &nbsp;The prize categories are $75,000.00 for best Canadian poet. $75,000.00 for best international poet and this may be in translation and $10,000.00 each for just making the lists.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nThe best Canadian prize for prose, the Giller &#8211; names are close but not the same &#8211; is $50,000.00. &nbsp;Where in the world would you find someone to support poetry over prose? &#8211; well maybe in Canada. &nbsp;I don&#8217;t read as much poetry as I used to; but I am drawn to poets and their work. &nbsp;I am thrilled that poets are getting this kind of recognition. Russell Smith, who has written an article on the Griffen prize in the Globe, had this to say about the world of poetry:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n&#8220;you need time and patience for contemporary poetry. But entering the refracted world of poetic language, particularly for a few hours at a time, will change the way you see the bus stop and the sunset when you emerge.&#8221;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nand may I add Ikea, Starbucks, streetcars and maybe even plastic bags, now that they have been banned from Toronto &#8211; the plastic bag, that is.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nRussell Smith goes on to say that the poems of one of the candidates were almost just lists &#8211; read &#8220;found poetry&#8221; &#8211; so much is what goes on the list and the juxtaposition of the entries. I wonder if they have added pictures?<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nSoooo maybe I should just carry on with this blog, compile it into a &#8220;listful&#8221; publication and submit it. &nbsp;It may be the first time that two extreme niche markets &#8211; knitting and poetry &#8211; were merged. It might just double the market&#8230;&#8230;.awesome.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nSomething simple; but enduring &#8211; the King St. car.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEjpTnSvHLqX-5m4pPzZI27cxvZNstRK02q5GHy2VVtJuATL903v0JLPNuLsXJbmOxekz4G8IQhVxT_7nLpXSk_1DTI7HZOmq8Eb7l_ITAr_DQQIi-ppj6tXYbR4j9Nbc8qBXTQS\/s320\/nov6+029.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"213\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEjpTnSvHLqX-5m4pPzZI27cxvZNstRK02q5GHy2VVtJuATL903v0JLPNuLsXJbmOxekz4G8IQhVxT_7nLpXSk_1DTI7HZOmq8Eb7l_ITAr_DQQIi-ppj6tXYbR4j9Nbc8qBXTQS\/s320\/nov6+029.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nThe Red Streetcar<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nSo much depends&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nupon&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\na red street&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\ncar<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nclanging by<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nbeside the newspaper&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\nboxes.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nMaybe it should have been the Queen car \ud83d\ude42<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\nHave a poetic day.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My last few posts have been about a librarian&#8217;s &#8220;Found Poetry&#8221; in the lyrical names of knitting stitches. I love it when people (poets) find something so very common; write a poem about it and suddenly it isn&#8217;t common anymore. &nbsp;I always remember a poem by William Carlos Williams &#8211; The Red Wheelbarrow so much [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3641,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3642,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3640\/revisions\/3642"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3641"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifeiswhathappens.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}