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❝In both narratives of empire, the powerful centre attempts to neutralize the plot-line of revolution by turning the moment of revolution into a sacred moment, a moment of birth that, by that metaphor of birth, should happen only once, should ignore—forget—the ritual implications, the ritual of repetition implied in the making sacred.❞
— The Lovely Treachery of Words: Essays Selected and New, Robert Kroetsch, 1989
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Robert Kroetsch, from Seed Catalogue
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The Studhorse Man by Robert Kroetsch
... from Vintage Canada ...
The Studhorse Man is a classic Canadian odyssey--a story told by a madman who works naked in a bathtub. It is the tale of Hazard Lepage, last of the studhorse men, and owner of a superb blue stallion named Poseidon...the sole survivor of its breed. Hazard's maniacal search to find the perfect mare for this magnificent horse is opposed by his fiancée of thirteen years, Martha Proudfoot, so much so she refuses him both herself and her Arab mares. This is a compelling saga that will move all readers.
Originally published in 1969.
Rita Kleinhart was an admirer of snow. Snow, she remarks, is the caress of impossible meanings. Snow is closure without ending. Snow is the veil that lets us see the shape of the dream.
Robert Kroetsch, The Hornbooks of Rita K. (University of Alberta Press, 2001) [one of my fav Kroetsch poetry books - AE]
I am not myself, and cannot ever be again. I am my own emptiness, trying to fill my emptiness with words.
Robert Kroetsch
