Biography of Erin Mouré
Erin Mouré is a Canadian poet and translator of poetry from languages which include, French, Galician, Portuguese and Spanish to English.
Her mother Mary Irene was born 1924 in Galicia, Western Ukraine (then Poland) and emigrated to Canada in 1929.(ref) Erin’s father is William Moure born in Ottawa Canada in 1925. Erin is the oldest of 3, having two younger brothers, Ken and Bill. In 1975 Erin moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, where she took her second year classes at University of British Columbia in philosophy. After only taking one year of classes Erin left University of British Columbia and got a job at Via Rail Canada where she continued to write poetry and is where she learnt French, Erin still lives in Montreal Canada
Writing and Style
According to an interview conducted in the early 1990s, Erin has four major influences which led her to become a writer, other than the work of other writers or poets: “Landscape of cars, her mother going to work, her mother teaching her to read, and in a small way losing her sense of touch” Of her more recent work, Melissa Jacques has written: "Erin Mouré's poetry is fragmented, meta-critical and explicitly deconstructive. Folding everyday events and ordinary people into complex and often irresolvable philosophical dilemmas, Mouré challenges the standards of accessibility and common sense. Not surprisingly, her work has met with a mixed response. Critics are often troubled by the difficult and therefore alienating nature of the writing; even amongst Mouré's advocates, the issues of accessibility and political efficacy are recurrent themes."(on Moure's EPC page, external link below).
Erin has been nominated and won many writing awards for both her writing and her translation. Some of these awards are the Pat Lowther Memorial Award, Governor General's Award for poetry, A.M.Klein Prize for Poetry.
Erin Mouré's Works:
Works of Poetry
Empire, York Street - 1979 (nominated for a Governor General's Award)
Wanted Alive - 1983
Domestic Fuel - 1985 (winner of the Pat Lowther Award)
Furious - 1988 (winner of the 1988 Governor General's Award for poetry)
WSW - 1989 (winner of the A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry
Sheepish Beauty, Civilian Love - 1992
The Green Word: Selected Poems: 1973-1992 - 1994
Search Procedures - 1996 (nominated for a Governor General's Award)
A Frame of the Book - 1999
Pillage Laud - 1999, reissued 2011
O Cidadán - 2002 (nominated for a Governor General's Award)
Little theatres - 2005 (winner of the A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry, nominated for a Governor General's Award, nominated for the Pat Lowther Award, shortlisted for the 2006 Canadian Griffin Poetry Prize)
O Cadoiro - 2007
Expeditions of a Chimæra(collaboration with Oana Avasilichioaei) - 2009 (shortlisted for the 2011 A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry)
O Resplandor - 2010 (shortlisted for the 2011 A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry)
The Unmemntioable - 2012
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Erin Mouré Poems
There was a cold In which A line of water across the chest risen
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way
An Endnote And Love Song:
1. And if you were to leave me for my faults 2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt 3. and from my trust I would elide your
A Real Motorcycle
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face
Theatre of the Green Leira (Mandúa)
Is bad weather coming how would we know Is bad weather coming call everyone
[I m going to walk to the mountain]
I m going to walk to the mountain. As if we could meet there! First I must dream the mountain
[I m not pleading any thread of love]
I m not pleading any thread of love until I see you. I m not plaiting my hair above until the sea brings you.
[It was at the fountain where I washed m...
It was at the fountain where I washed my curls, Mother, and where I did loosen them and me oh lucent
[My eyes, not seeing you]
My eyes, not seeing you, to all else go blind. Is it you, from far off, blinding me?
[I can t sleep for grief]
I can t sleep for grief. I can t sleep for longing. I can t sleep for wanting happiness! Mother, how will I live.
[Lisbon is sleeping]
Lisbon is sleeping; the spaces under the staircase breathe like a lung.
[I ll never master the art of poetry]
I ll never master the art of poetry. I have these words: sadness and tears!
Dignified is a heartsong here Harsh traverse of the unknown "Better to go down dignified"
An endnote and love song:
SAUNA 89 (sweated by В. Шекспір) 1. And if you were to leave me for my faults 2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt
Dignified is a heartsong here
Harsh traverse of the unknown
"Better to go down dignified"
What gives in us, or won't give
(her smile seen once in the Red Café)