“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once, clouds begin to sob for such beauty. Clothing drops like leaves. "No one makes poetry,my Mme. Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,” I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it with our souls.” Desire illuminates the dark manuscript of our skin with beetles and butterflies. After the lightning and rain has ceased, after the lightning and rain of lovemaking has ceased, Selah will dive again into the sunflower-open river.” PoetryLiteraturePoemCanadaPocCanadianCanadian LiteratureGeorge Elliott ClarkeWhylah FallsWoc Book:Whylah Falls Source: Whylah Falls
“The way racism works in Canada, it's very subtle. You may feel you're a victim of racism or have experienced racism, but you can't necessarily prove it - unless you get a [white] friend to go check out that rental, go check out that job, whatever. Unless you're willing to really dig to prove you're a victim of racism, it might be difficult to do that. And so what you're dealing with then is feeling, it's emotion.” WayFeelsMayFeelingsMightJobsDifficultWhiteEmotionWillingProveRacismVictimChecksCanadaSubtleProve It Author:George Elliott Clarke
