Heartsick, reverent, irreverent, and quietly political, Trinity Street is the much-anticipated fifth collection from poet Jen Currin, winner of the Audre Lorde Award and a Lambda finalist.
While Trinity Street is in fact an actual street in Vancouver, it is also the site of an imaginary garden and imperfect utopia in the title poem of this new collection. Currin’s poems weave together the meditative and the disruptive, the queer and quotidian, and the worlds of the dead and the living. Connections are made through prayer and protest; friendships are forged on a planet challenged by climate crisis, collective grief, and the perils of late capitalism.
These poems vibrate with unexpected shifts and precise, startling imagery, the touchstones of a poet whose work critics have described as “thrilling,” “emotionally evocative,” and “revelatory.”
9 - Gingko Tree 13 - Where Buildings Pose As Mountains 19 - The Convention Is Not Over 23 - Night Train 25 - Periphery 26 - Beggar’s Ocean 28 - Procure 38 - Burnt Fortune Cookie 39 - Come Together 41 - Dear Community 46 - Brackets 47 - In The Cold 48 - Clockwork 55 - In Orange 56 - Mixed Tulip Bouquet 67 - Ascension Academy 68 - Makers of Silver & Gold 70 - Near The Orchard 74 - Twins 75 - The Woods
Favourite Quotes:
i want to walk in the air where nothing is thinking.
everything has a language. if only you’d stop talking long enough to listen.
i am made a little holier with this view to water, this dress of dust turned suit of armour.
bliss has escaped me.
in the afterlife, there is only yesterday.
someone was over and we made coffee & mistakes. we made a lot of mistakes.
green has started talking on trees bare just last week.
for years i lived in that corner with the tender spider until my young nephew taught me how to send a blessing: “it’s easy. you just think of someone. then you think of them smiling.”
i never tell anyone where i worship, why or how.
why do you need death to feel empathy?
i’ve learned there are a few things i can’t live without: coffee, books, my body. and friendship, it turns out.
believe the leaves. they’re coming back.
her memory is incredibly bad— that’s how she survives.
A very lyrical and metaphor rich collection of poetry. Some may get bogged down in the abundant use of imagery, poetry regulars will be enchanted by Currins' skill with metaphor and meter.
My favorite poems are: "Ear, Nose, and Throat", "Come Together", and "In The Cold."