The Book of Were
The nature of the Deity, illuminated first through a prism of found nineteenth-century steel engravings, is subsequently reconsidered by the most famous lost Canadian poet of the 1960s.
`The superbly crafted and enthusiastically recommended poems comprising Wayne Clifford`s ``The Book Of Were`` are based on old engravings representing were-animals and were-folk, changelings at the edges of our known worlds and ordinary lives. One very nice touch is the inclusion of animal images accompanying the poems. ``How Sin Evolves``: The medieval catalogue of character defects/was meant to drag man`s dialogue up near where God expects,/until America`s analogue brought home the sin`s effects. //The sloth proves neither strifeful brute, nor sanguine, but sincere. /The problem of so slow a life is simply being here. /Since sleep can make the stay more brief, the less there needs to fear. //So blessed be sloth, the mossy beast, who`s camouflaged in grace,/that even when he`s shot beneath, his claws hold him in place;/his vision upwards thus bequeaths suspension of god`s face. `- Michael Dunford