Thanks to one of my classmates at the University of British Columbia, I’m currently on a Ken Babstock binge, a poet who’s fast becoming my favorite. On the weekend when I was playing pool in a pub where brawls are just a whiff away, I didn’t hesitate in recommending Babstock to my six-foot something opponent. It’s rugged poetry that gives you calluses while also challenging you with big picture questions. It’s like building a log-cabin in the great outdoors with a philosopher who wants to chat Plato and Aristotle over lunch breaks. An amazing breadth of balance in confronting the world. Here’s a little clip that I found online of him reading from Air Stream Land Yacht.
