Jan 21

Arts Court, 2 Daly Ave, Ottawa
7:00 – late

The Poetry for the End of the World party was a huge success – thanks to everyone who came out, including the winner of the poetry contest, Ian Ferrier, who came all the way from Montreal without even knowing if he would win!

There was music by Call Me Katie and Puggy Hammer, open mikes, the unveiling of our new T-shirts, and yummy food, including sandwiches from Pressed.

Chosen by audience ballot, Ian’s poem was sent to the End of the World by weather balloon (joined, at the last minute, by the other finalists as well.)

The six finalists were:

Amanda Earl – never-ending ghazal against the end of the world or just another myth about Prometheus or perhaps Nero

Ian Ferrier – Letters From the Ice Age

Terry Ann Carter – Marriage at the End of the World

Sylvia Forsyth – End of the World … Never-ending … Playlists

Ali Fatolahi – u i and the others

Carol Stephen – The Walking-Off Place in the End-Time

 

And the winning poem:

Letters From the Ice Age

Cities buried           streets forgotten
warehouses ransacked and abandoned for the south.

We love         we breathe
light footprints of our passing through the snow.

What would we say?   And how say it?
Who would we talk to?   And how could they answer?

Buildings break beneath the ice
the bridges fall and there are less of us each year.

Like arctic animals we burrow through the wreckage
of the city underground.

And high above   where once the escalators climbed into the light
the tunnels terminate in breathing walls of ice.

Here in the dark
within the stone walls of the ancient hospital
below the copper roofs
and buried by the glaciers on all sides

Here in blood and wailing
anchored in breathing and inflexible resolve
we have sent this letter to the next world.

Archangel of the frozen colony
whose sign is fire   whose feet are locked in ice

We leave you more than this             than blowing snow
or permafrost a football field below.

This is the breath of the last words spoken
bubbling up
the frozen evidence of love
like nitrogen in glass
our histories etched into the worlds
we will not live to know.

- Ian Ferrier