Thursday, 21 December 2006

Winter Solstice

The longest night, the shortest day: a good day to open the door on something new.
Welcome.



Mother Time/poems new & selected
Ronsdale Press
Spring 2007

“[Arnott's] poems, her collection, leave a lasting impression of pure joy.
She invokes the wisdom of the elders . . .
she asserts the power of experience with the power of her words, stitching a path to follow out of the dark woods into the future”
Prairie Fire
 

Cover art by Marie-Micheline Hamelin


 “In these taut, vivid poems, Métis writer Joanne Arnott takes us inside the experience of mothering. Pushed to what she calls ‘the limits of my form,’ she begins with the rounded body and transformations of pregnancy. Arnott then works us through the struggle to be born, the pain and the teachings of inter-generational relationships, and the vulnerabilities of lettering go, bringing us back, always, to the sacred essence of life. This book is a homecoming, with words so intimate, so grounded, and so nakedly honest that you will feel it, deep in the recesses of your own body.”
— Kim Anderson, author of A Recognition of Being: Reconstructing Native Womanhood, and co-editor of Strong Woman Stories

The Energy of Reading Body and Mind, Robert Budde 
Canadian Literature

“Like babies, these poems spring from the womb. Arnott draws us into the healing circle of her words, with urgent beauty, in tune with the temper of our times.”
— Susan Musgrave