On Being Ignored

This is my first collection of critical but popular essays and editorials written between 2016-2020.

I laid me down upon a bank

                                                Where love lay sleeping

                                                I heard among the rushes dank

                                                Weeping, weeping.

                                                Then I went to the heath and the wild,

                                                To the thistles and thorns of the waste,

                                                And they told me how they were beguiled,

                                                Driven out, and compelled to be chaste. 

– William Blake

The topics within this collection speak not only to the world as it is – the solvent rather than the salve for an ‘apophatic’ consciousness, one that is in denial about the state of things – but also to the absence of the human heart’s compassionate translation of the call of conscience.

If I were Whitman, I’d write my own review of it, which might read something like this: “Finally, a Canadian critical thinker! Should be required reading in every high school. We ignore this candid collection at our collective peril.” But of course I would never do something like that.