Biography of Patrick White
Former poet laureate of Ottawa. Eight books of poetry: Poems (Soft Press) , God in the Rafters, (Borealis) , Stations (Commoner’s Books) , Homage to Victor Jara, (Steel Rail Press) , Seventeen Odes, (Fiddlehead Books) , Orpheus on Highbeam, (Anthos Books) , Habitable Planets, New and Selected Poems, (Cormorant Books) , and The Benjamin Chee Chee Elegies, (General Store Publishing) . His work has been translated into five languages and appears in hundreds of national and international periodicals and anthologies, including the likes of Poetry (Chicago) , Dalhouse Review, Texas Quarterly, the Fiddlehead, and Georgia Review, etc. Winner of the Archibald Lampman Award, Canadian Literature Award, Benny Nicholas Award for Creative Writing, he was also a runner-up for the Milton Acorn People’s Poet Award. Founding editor and publisher of Anthos, a Journal of the Arts, Anthos Books, and producer-host of Radio Anthos, a popular literary radio show. George Woodcock wrote of his Selected Poems in the Ottawa Citizen: He promises to be one our best and best respected poets. Sharon Drache, in the Kingston Whig Standard: He might well win the Nobel Prize one day in his own inimitable way. And Orbis, (London, England) , has said of his work: His images are strong, lyrical, moving. He dares and achieves.
Patrick White's Works:
Poems (Soft Press)
God in the Rafters (Borealis Books)
Stations (Commoner's Books)
Seventeen Odes (Fiddlehead Books)
Homage to Victor Jara (Steel Rail Publishing)
Orpheus on Highbeam (Anthos Books)
Habitable Planets, New and Selected Poems (Cormorant Books)
The Benjamin Chee Chee Elegies (General Store Publishing)
- The Widening Compass Of Pain
- A Day Of Writing
- My Death Was A Quiet Event
- You Were The Intimacy
- Rain At Five In The Morning. Can't Sleep
- Yes, There Are Pale Gardens
- You Are Crazy
- Alcohol, Sex, And This Cold Spring Night...
- And Should It Come Time To Speak Of The ...
- One Earth, One Third Eye, One Wild Iris ...
- Bright Morning
- Taking An Upbeat Flambuoyant Approach To...
- Counting Orphic Skulls On The Abacus Of ...
- What's Beyond The Truth Always Makes A L...
Aubade with Ambiguities
Everywhere I go
I am buckled by sorrows
weeping like executioners
in hooded doorways
for the harvest of doves
with their smiles,
for the ruined roses
that stain the hospital gowns