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Robert Hogg

Robert Hogg was born in Edmonton, Alberta, grew up in the Cariboo and Fraser Valley in British Columbia, and attended UBC during the early Sixties where he was associated with the Vancouver TISH poets and graduated with a BA in English and Creative Writing. In 1964 he hitchhiked east to Toronto, then visited Buffalo NY where Charles Olson was teaching. After spending a few months in NYC, Bob entered the graduate program at the State University of NY at Buffalo, completed a PhD and took a job teaching American and Canadian Poetry at Carleton University in Ottawa for the next 38 years. He currently resides at his farm fifty miles south of Ottawa and is working on four collections: Lamentations; The Cariboo Poems; Postcards, from America; and The Vancouver Work. His publications include: The Connexions, Berkeley: Oyez, 1966; Standing Back, Toronto: Coach House, 1972; Of Light, Toronto: Coach House, 1978; Heat Lightning, Windsor: Black Moss, 1986; There Is No Falling, Toronto: ECW, 1993; and as editor, An English Canadian Poetics, The Confederation Poets – Vol. 1, Vancouver: Talonbooks, 2009; and from Lamentations, Ottawa: above/ground, 2016. Two Cariboo poems, Ranch Days – The McIntosh from hawk/weed press in Kemptville, Ontario, and Ranch Days—for Ed Dorn from battleaxe press in Ottawa have recently been published (2019). He edited the April 2019 Canadian poetry issue of the Portland Maine Café Review.

Listening – A Letter to Wade Bell


After our mutual

reckoning


on Facebook

yesterday


about growing

progressively deaf


I spoke to God

(albeit in


a quiet

voice)


and told Him

enough


with this

hearing loss


before we both go

completely


deaf I

don’t think he


heard me

amid the clamoring


din

perhaps I


should have

spoken up


(background noise

and all that) in


any case I

haven’t


heard back

so if you


hear anything

let me know


RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-03



Memory of a Future – The Poet Receives a Letter from Wade Bell


After reading

your poem

(to me


and your account

of dinner

with Leslie


I went to bed

hungry (I

wasn’t


Woke up

hungry and now

three hours


later I’m still

hungry

(I’m not


The only cure

to suddenly

appear


at your table

take a meal with

the two of you so


be prepared

at a moment’s

notice I


cannot say

when that might

happen only


Damn you

and all

the best


RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-04;



The Poet Replies


Then damned

I am


and will be

happily so


We’ll have

that meal


may be

our first


in fifty

years


maybe

our last


when Tyrannus

Covidicus


finally

sets us free


RLH: Mtn: 2020-12-04;




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