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John
O. Thompson is a master of the unexpected and the unconventional. His
poems are passionate, humane, funny, tragic, always surprising and mind-delighting.
In The Catch Club, he does not fail to amuse, delight and enlighten.
He builds observation upon observation to create poems that startle and
gratify through the freshness of his vision. Like that other wit John
Skelton, his poems move from obverse to reverse, seeing the permanence
of change, the vices of virtue, the evanescence of solidities and the
errors of truth. Thompson is best when he weds the quotidian with a sense
of life’s mysteries. In The Catch Club what you remember
most after reading Thompson’s poems is his sense of play tuned by
a fine intelligence.
J.O.
Thompson promises you “boundless / Catches of beings” —
and boy, does he deliver. The catches are made on the fly, as in “flying
high,” because that’s where you have to be to keep up with
this dizzying cavalcade of virtuoso wit: puns, wordplay, contorted syntax,
fleeting allusions (the ghost of Wilfred Watson hovers benignly over these
pages). Yet it can all come down to something as basic as a Communist
in underpants contemplating the fall of Communism. So, catch as catch
can — and J.O. certainly can.
Stephen Scobie
John O. Thompson
was born in Toronto in 1947, was immediately ‘re-settled’
to a farm south of Edmonton, and studied at the University of Alberta.
In 1969 he moved to the UK, and has lived there since then (London, Liverpool,
London). He is married to Ann Thompson, with whom he wrote Shakespeare,
Meaning and Metaphor (1987). His teaching field was film and media
studies; now, as an independent scholar, he is enjoying getting back more
to working with words. His published poetry prior to the catches assembled
here consists of Three [1/3 of] (1973), Echo and Montana
(1980), and, also with Ekstasis, The Gates of Even (2002). |
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