On the Threshold: Writing Toward the Year 2000
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In 1993, a group of five Kingston women–T. Anne Archer, Mary Cavanagh, Elizabeth Greene, Tara Kainer, Janice Kirk–began to compile ananthology about Canada at the point where one millennium becomes another. As the newly-formed Foxglove Collective, they solicited manuscripts that reflected origins (how the past shapes the present), life at the end of this century, and projections past the year 2000. They envisioned a book that wove together established, emerging, and previously unpublished voices from the Yukon to the Maritimes: that book is On the Threshold: Writing Toward the Year 2000.
No millennium library would be complete without a copy of this timely and unique collection of literary musings by some of the nation’s best. A wonderful weave of poetry and prose, this anthology reflects on moments both private and public, personal and political, which have formed the crucible for life in the twenty-first century as we know it. Tasked with commenting both on the century that lay behind and the century that beckons, each author fashioned a piece exemplary of the crises, successes and transformations inherent in an arc spanning more than a hundred years of nation-building and social upheaval. Whether unabashedly optimistic or unapologetically critical, these writers make their peace with the past while invoking the future.
Foxglove Collective
The Foxglove Collective T. Anne Archer is a former Associate of Quarry and has published in Canadian Literature, Brick, Dalhousie Review, and Keeping Your Faculties While You Mentor, Teach and Serve. She teaches flute and creative writing. Mary Cavanagh is the Manager of Collection Development at the Ottawa Public Library Elizabeth Greene edited We Who Can Fly, The Window of Dreams and has been an Associate Editor of Quarry. Her fiction appeared in Descant, Room of One's Own, Quarry, and Vital Signs. Tara Kainer is a former Associate Editor of Quarry, a journalist, a bookseller and an anti-poverty activist. Janice Kirk is a member of the board of Theatre Kingston and a social justice activist.
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INTRODUCTION
May, 1993—We are sitting in Janice Kirk’s kitchen, warmed not just by the coffee, but also by the glow of the hardwood floors she refinished with her father, and by the slightly stronger May sun and the first promise of Janice’s garden beyond the large window.
We have met as a writing group since the winter and are thinking about where we wanted to go from here. We are all mothers; we are all literary. Anne and Elizabeth teach English at Queen’s University; Mary, a librarian, is new to Kingston (she and Tara went to university together in Regina). Tara, a former journalist, currently works in a bookstore part time and supervises the playground at a neighbourhood school. Janice, who has graduated from university with a degree in Drama, is working as a house painter. We are lazy with good food, sunlight and the ease of being together. Then Elizabeth says, Why don’t we do an anthology? On the end of the millennium, say, writing toward the year 2000. We could apply for an Explorations grant; we could send calls for submissions all over Canada; we could ask people we know to send us things.
In the spring warmth and sunlight, in the quiet of Janice’s kitchen, this seems like a good idea. Somehow, making it come true turns out to be much harder than just saying it. We look in our backyards for a name, and find one in a deep pink foxglove, growing among violets. As the newly-formed Foxglove Collective we meet during the summer over potluck lunches and try to put together our application for the Explorations grant. We don’t get it, but are invited to resubmit. Over the winter, we sharpen our application. When we send it off the second time, we feel that we have answered the assessor’s objections and that we see much more clearly where we’re going. We’re jubilant when we get the grant and celebrate with a party at Anne’s country home.
Later that summer (1994) we send out hundreds of calls for submissions from the Northwest Territories to Newfoundland. We invite writers we know, from Kingston and elsewhere, to send us their work. At Christmas we invite friends and writers to help launch our project with a reading at Kim Ondaatje’s Blue Roof Farm, candlelit for this occasion, and follow this with two more readings the next spring at Elizabeth’s and at Anne’s.
Spring 1995. We have more than 300 manuscripts from all over Canada. We are suddenly much busier. Anne has left Queen’s and is beginning a new career as a musician; Mary has a new baby, Thomas; Tara is working nearly fulltime at the bookstore; Janice has become house manager at a local repertory cinema. We pass manuscripts around in shopping bags, but finding an hour a week—or a month—when we can all meet seems like Utopia. At the outset, we decide on our process: each of us will read each submission independently before we discuss it. Somehow, the manuscript gets selected and put in order. We send it off in the fall of 1997 and are delighted when Beach Holme accepts it.
February, 1999. Updating the introduction is the last thing we have to do before publication. The beginning of this book seems very far away, in a distinctly different world. As we complete our part of readying the manuscript for publication, we feel in the middle of a fifty-ring circus.
Anne is now performing frequently on the flute or other instruments, as well as teaching both music and writing. Mary has moved to Ottawa. Elizabeth has retired from Queen’s, has become an alternate healer, and is working on a collection of short fiction. Janice is astonished to find herself in the civil service. Tara is becoming known as a Kingston writer.
It is one of those ironic gaps between art and life that a collage of our five lives gives a different picture of the age from the one presented in these pages. For the five of us, life at the end of the millennium is juggling work, meetings, partners, motherhood and writing. Increasingly our juggling includes politics. We all live fragmented lives bound together by webs of love and necessity. We all feel that some of the things we cherish have been eroded: schools, health care, social assistance, the environment, the arts. When we consider public policy, especially, we appreciate the force of Louise O’Donnel’s lines:
Am I a cantankerous old woman
or did I fall asleep
and wake up in the wrong millennium?
II
Peter Matthiessen writes in The Snow Leopard that when he began his journey to the Crystal Monastery in Tibet his spiritual advisor, the Eido Roshi, suggested he expect nothing.
We may have thought we were following this Zen advice when we sent out calls for submissions, but when the manuscripts came in, we were still somewhat surprised that so few of them were political or predictive. It is true that the social climate of Canada has changed radically in the relatively short time since our deadline for manuscripts; it is also true that some of the pieces in this book are sharply critical of these millennial years: Louise O’Donnell’s Cantankerous
, Louise Karch’s Uniforms
, Stephanie Marshall’s Is That So Much?
, Jocko Benoit’s Bosch’s Beasts
, Gabrielle Santyr’s Circular Arguments
, Kate Barker’s The Applicant
and Shannon Campbell’s Myrtle
are among the poems and stories that engage with the callousness and grittiness of the nineties in a way that we might have expected.
But other writers like Louise Simon in Competence
, John B. Lee in And It Was Hard Times
and Alfred Edwards in Uncle Peter
look back to hard times that either their ancestors or they, as children, survived. In looking back to the past, they define the present. Terry Watada tells both his own and his father’s story in Message in a Bottle
. Other writers find the present in the past through art: Patience Wheatley in Frances is Pregnant
and Eric Folsom in The Jack Pine
recover Canadian painters Frances Hopkins and Tom Thomson. Steven Heighton, translating Emile Nelligan’s Ship of Gold
, also gives a renewed voice to one of our poetic ancestors. Liliane Welch catches the agelessness of stories in her poem Winter Evenings
and suggests an imaginative continuity through periods of historical or political change. Michael Crummey and George Piggford comment on the age through elegies for Bronwen Wallace, an unmet mentor, and Simon, a friend.
As might be expected, some of our writers define our place in time through space and landscape, as do Kenneth Sherman in his poem Landscape
, Mary Cameron in Fields
and Margaret Smart in Kate on Bloor
.
The notion of family is changing as we approach the millennium. While Luranah Polson’s poem, Revolution,
speaks to this metamorphosis, it is not overtly apparent in most of the writing here. Peggy Fletcher’s Sherry of the Nineties
shows a daughter tough enough to stand her ground in a male world. Carrie Anne Snyder’s Pilgrimage
is a homage to Alice Munro and an affirmation of a middle-aged mother’s right to change, but most of the other families depicted here are traditional. The family may not be perfect, but most of the writers haven’t found a substitute. Irene, in Mary Borsky’s story The Short-Wave Radio,
lives in her brother’s shadow and goes to humourous extremes to find her place in the sun. Ann Copeland’s Lace Collar
is an elegy for the narrator’s mother and a vanished way of life. Rachel Wyatt’s The Colonel’s Wife
suggests the sort of twists and turns in marriage and family so common in the mid and late century and contains some of the most beautiful dahlias we have ever seen.
Bronwen Wallace says in Keep That Candle Burning Bright that everyone has a driving story. We have four such journeys: Christopher Wiseman’s Crossing the Salt Flats
, Rosemary Blake’s Driving Home in a Snowstorm
, Catherine Greenwood’s Reaching the Frontier
and Joan Givner’s Stage Directions
.
Many poems and stories in this anthology remind us that in spite of cuts and deficits and crises, moments of peace can still be found. Marilyn Gear Filling’s Heading for the Millennium: Seven Easter Stories
, Patricia Nolan’s It Has A Place For Rabbits
and Stan Dragland’s Devil Rock
recreate the sort of everyday moments which, end of millennium or not, still make up much of our lives. Cheryl Sutherland’s D-Day
reminds us of the long shadow WWII casts, even fifty years later, as well as the problems many people face at the end of the century when they live in a new culture, in a new language.
Some pieces, like Anna Mioduchowska’s The New Human Being
and D. G. Jones’ Fin de jour, fin d’année, fin de siecle
measure what we’ve lost and suggest that our age is darkened by a sense of endings. Michael Gelfand’s Millennium
depicts a century ending in violence. Joanne Page in The Edge is Always Arbitrary
shows how old expectations fall away and new beginnings are possible. This is the location of reversals…where…it only makes sense to move toward the light
.
When a gap opens between old and new, as it does at the threshold of the millennium, culture enters a twilight state of ambiguity and openness. Here we may step outside the norm, abandon our usual roles, and enter into an entirely new relationship with ourselves and our community. Sharron Chatterton’s The Millennia
shows a global movement toward unity and connectedness. Kent Nussey’s essay, This Is the Muzak Apocalypse,
reminds us that in the mid and late twentieth century, music is inseparable from personal and larger histories as well as a thread into the maze of the next age. Paddy McCallum’s Dominion Code
suggests through ice (what else?) a connection between past and future.
Some writers enter a timeless or mythic space: David Groulx in The Sky is Bleak and Harmony
, Malca Litovitz in Red Riding Hood
, Beryl Baigent in Tellurian
and Meira Cook in Rumours of Bear
. These myth poems, as much as anything else, seem to lead us past the fin de siecle darkness, the divisiveness and the violence, toward a more hopeful age.
WINTER EVENINGS
by Liliane Welch
Where are the old books
images that glittered in childhood
each winter evening during the war
when everyone waited to be free
the end of cold days
composed then with a story
between shadows on the strawberry wallpaper
gathering the tick of a grandfather clock
my mother on the button leather sofa
unwinding skeins of wool
from my wrists into bright balls
or where is the history of distant stars
resurrected by the night or those legends
that blow open the entrance to another world and
unknown words coursing within the room
its old fashioned sewing machine
the repetitive lives of women blissfully adrift
amidst drowsy cats on sideboards
the garden steaming outside
or what tales dispense now the voice of wonder
that asks to depart
FRANCES IS PREGNANT
by Patience Wheatley
London galleries
want romantic, descriptive art,
history of people in action
voyageurs, travellers, traders, priests,
you know that kind of thing.
I’ve sent it before
even sold pictures
although I am a woman.
Now, I send you this drawing Mother,
you, who understand me, may see
beauty as it strikes
this bud flaring wide
releasing silken leaves
like a fountain’s arcs
palest of sunset green
orange bud scales
curled back, stretched wide open
this shagbark hickory
a new tree from a new country
bearing sweet nuts in autumn.
I am happy, Mother.
I send you this drawing.
from Space Mirror
, a long poem for Frances Hopkins:
Canadian Painter 1838—1919
THE JACK PINE
by Eric Folsom
everything had a shape
each shape had a place and a texture
strokes of green, apricot, indigo
the realness of paint going
up against rock, cold water
as in Spring Ice
and In The Northland
Thomson used the brush like an axe
to shape the trees, recast the land
precision
colour, composition and light
then his waterlogged body
dragged from Canoe Lake
anonymously, quietly, nature morte
the later Jack Pines were painted and pruned
Varley’s feathery charmer, Lismer’s
sculpted sentinel four-square in the rocks
the style was set, outlines positioned
colours chosen and textures applied
show me the photograph of Tom fishing
anybody’s lost brother or cousin
show me the shack behind the old Severn Street
Studio Building in Toronto
the rough shed where Tom lived and worked
perpetually short of cash
we might see him still, feeding broken sticks
rejected sketches, bits of the future
into the flame of an old Quebec heater
FIELDS
by Mary Cameron
In daylight we appear out of nowhere,
walk into orchards, fields of dying trees.
The cooling lake is a mirror
reflecting sky to itself, the fallen
lie towards the earth, red and shattered
fruit: light breaks through outer
skins where birds pulled flesh
through torn openings, drew apple
from the shape in a flurry of wings
taken up in the air. The birds
leave us on earth with seeds,
imaginings. We can only listen
for the lake’s insistent murmurs,
the torn fruit lit from within
with their own ruin.
AND IT WAS HARD TIMES
by John B. Lee
Stumping the field
when the loam was deep
deeper yet than a man could see
into a well with the light of the sun on his shoulder
but the soil would sink
with the weight of the working
and the garden would die with use
and grow nothing
while the ghosts of horses were plodding
beneath an apple crop
so heavy the branches drooped
in the pull
but back to the trees
where you measure the worth of the land
in oak
or shore your hands in willow weeds
and thorn stands
that hang with lightless hives
of paper wasps
humming summer vespers from a book of chants
or poplar slender grieving sisters
of the shallow stream
we cleared them all
and seeded the earth
between their cut tracts
where the geld-bulls grazed their horns
and shat to drag the tall logs off the work.
And it was hard times
when the colleens brought home
bear cubs
to play in the cleared yard
and the sow cracked the wilds
to take them back
or the poor sick widow
rose to give the Shawnee
the brave side of a broom
or the gran came with his black-thorn cane
to rock away the moon
like a field stone lit by fire on one side
while the brush wolves lapped lamb’s blood
and howled away the wind-cast shadows
like mad artists
blacks and greys on their brushes.
Now the woman hoes pale asters
in a fear of bees
the peach crop
fails with peach sap
like glass chips hard in the fruit
and