About the book
- Mary Scorer Award for Best Book by a Manitoba Publisher, Finalist
About the author
Carolyn Marie Souaid is a Montreal-based writer, editor and painter. She is the author of nine poetry collections and the novel, Yasmeen Haddad Loves Joanasi Maqaittik, winner of the Silver Medal for Best Regional Fiction at the NYC Independent Publisher Book Awards. She has performed at literary festivals and events in Canada, Europe and the U.S., her work garnering a top prize at the Zebra Poetry Film Festival in Berlin and appearing on shortlists for the Pat Lowther Memorial Award and the A.M. Klein Prize for Poetry. Throughout her career, she has worked extensively to build bridges between linguistic and cultural communities in Quebec, including a decades-long involvement with the Inuit. Souaid's work has appeared in print and online journals, nationally and internationally, and has been featured on CBC-Radio. Her literary papers (1967-2022) are housed at Rare Books and Special Collections of the McLennan Library of McGill University.
Excerpt
The Wind, Not Nothing
It’s not in the steady pull of light toward you, but in
the first instant, the flash, when suddenly you recognize
the capacity for ugliness and beauty
under one roof. Whitefish. Rusty cigarette foil
floating backwards in the sea. What it all means
for the silvered brain. To harbour interconnectedness:
a man dies and the rest of the world goes on thrashing
someplace else. To see deception in all its prisms: snowflakes
and their glass houses. A loved one, cutting you.
To stare into someone’s downcast eyes and still see
summer’s compassionate hours: the delicate
browns of flowering mushrooms. Scruff returning
to the fold. Arctic heather. A gull, say, and his wan shadow,
traipsing after the wind.
The wind, I said — not
nothing.
Augury, I
The world is calling out for the world.
In the throat, an endless mountain,
words rising, the shapes unnatural,
a bluish bit of hush at the centre.
See the circling hawk: there is longing here.
And So, the Wind
I awoke to handfuls of light,
the cool wind pressing through a window.
Undulating curtains.
My blood sugar spiked, energy pumped
through my body’s meridians.
I was as open
as new life blinking into the sun
for the first time,
a blank slate, ignorant
of our long, dark, collective history:
sooty traces of the Industrial Revolution
coating our lungs. Unaware
of the naysayers and conspiracy theorists,
fascists and colonizers
fighting like wolves for the scraggy earth,
however fucked up;
I marked an X on the great,
white, marble museums
rigged with dynamite and set for extinction,
erudite civilizations
detonating into the atmosphere.
And so, the wind.
It came to me, in a shallow breath, that nothing mattered,
nothing at all,
it addressed me by name, this flush wind,
it rippled through me,
it rose and fell like a tribe of women, dancing.
Reviews
“The one thing that stands out when you read Carolyn Marie Souaid’s This Side of Light: Selected Poems (1995-2020) is that she has been resonating for 25 years. Poems from her first collection, Swimming into the Light (1995), have as much power as those…” >>
— Carolyne Van Der Meer Montreal Review of Books
Video
This Side of Light - Hybrid Launch
An evening with acclaimed author Carolyn Marie Souaid reading from and discussing her new book This Side of Light: Selected Poems (1995-2020).