
I learned to hate poetry in school. I remember spending what seemed like weeks on a few lines by William Carlos Williams and wondered what the fuss was all about: why should I CARE about that stupid red wheelbarrow in the rain? Years later, a friend showed me some poems that took my breath away.
That can't be poetry, I said,
I hate poetry. But I was hooked.
I first grew curious about bpNichol when I discovered that the street behind Coach House Press in the Annex is called "bpNichol Lane." The street features one of his eight-line poems and according to
this Wikipedia entry, an employee at Coach House regularly waters the word "LAKE".
A member of a sound-poetry performance group and winner of the Governor General's Award for Poetry, bpNichol also wrote for
Fraggle Rock. He died in 1988.
Coach House Books recently released
The Alphabet Game: A bpNichol Reader. One of the co-editors, Lori Emerson, agreed to answer a few of my questions about the project.
Read sample bpNichol poems and find out more about
The Alphabet Game beyond the jump.