His body, like yours, would lie mute as a plum until a vigilant limb came to a decision. As you might have guessed I’ve come to one myself.
Moving from the absurdity of the First World War to the chaos of today’s cities, where men share beds, bottles of ouzo and shade from willow trees, these poems ask questions: If your lover speaks in his sleep, how do you know ‘you’ is you? What good is it to decorate a headstone? What if you think of the perfect comeback to a six-year-old argument? Otter fails, with style, to find answers.
‘Formally impeccable and richly imagined, Ben Ladouceur’s poems track the awe of a mind as it engages with epiphanal moments, both private and historical. His language is filtered through an intelligence that’s queer and graceful, always in search of the singular phrase and a music that startles with its precision. As each poem unfurls, keen insight gives way to the wonder of words. Otter is a magnificent debut.’ — Eduardo C. Corral, author of Slow Lightning, winner of the Yale Younger Poets Prize
‘Ladouceur writes with an awareness of queer history, documenting it faithfully, but with his own twist … This is poetry motivated by an honest wit.’ — John Barton, Arc Poetry Magazine
Ben Ladouceur is a writer originally from Ottawa, now based in Toronto. His work has been featured in Arc, The Malahat Review, PRISM international and The Walrus, and in the Best Canadian Poetry anthology. He was awarded the Earle Birney Poetry Prize in 2013.
stay tuned for the Small Machine Talks Episode 44: Interview with Ben Ladouceur at the end of May. We will discuss his latest poetry book, Mad Long Emotion, Otter and a variety of his chapbooks. Sign up to the AngelHousePress mailing list to get notices about the upcoming episode, subsequent episodes, publication info and calls. http://angelhousepress.com/ or check out the podcast on SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-301339427
Gay hipster rot. The first two poems are the worst in the book. I’m confused about that and about some passages I laughed out loud at; not sure if they were intended to be funny or not.