Launch of The Lighkeeper's Daughters

Launch of The Lighkeeper's Daughters
by Jean Pendziwol

Elvis the Mountie Dog Steals the Show at the Book Signing

Elvis the Mountie Dog Steals the Show at the Book Signing
Elvis, Joan M. Baril, customer poet Rob Lem

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Rust is a Form of Fire


Thunder Bay native son, Joe Fiorito has written a wonder book, strange, insightful, eloquent - a complete blast.  Joe spent 18 hours over the course of three days on a downtown corner in Toronto watching, just watching.

A columnist for the Toronto Star, Joe knows the hidden city, the city within the city. Here, as the Watcher, he celebrates what most seldom notice, recording it, using a few words, a phrase, a sharp sentence, a bit of overheard dialogue,  and ends up with a complex and human portrait. He picked a corner where people stop, where the street cars pick up and drop off passengers, where small things happen.

In the introduction, Joe mentions occasionally being approached by a stranger and they talked. "Why? Because we are, all of us, human. Because we are never better, more whole, than when we are in each others' company."

A strange thing happened to this reader while reading. A parallel narrative ran in my head as many of the incidents and non-events Joe observed brought to mind similar observations of my own in different places and times. Many of his sentences lit a little sparkler, illuminating something from my past.

Joe says, "if you need to give what I have done a name, you may call it poetry, or you may call it this.
Non-narrative, non-fiction.


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