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Great Silent Ballad

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Winner, 2025 Al & Eurithe Purdy Poetry Prize “You don’t live if there’s no poetry: you don’t live at all, or if you appear to yourself to be living, you’re not. You really are living, though, e...
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  • 24 September 2024
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Winner, 2025 Al & Eurithe Purdy Poetry Prize

“You don’t live if there’s no poetry: you don’t live

at all, or if you appear to yourself to be living, you’re not.

You really are living, though, even if you’re dead,

because you do have poetry, poetry’s with you

whether or not you know it…”


Great Silent Ballad, beloved lyric poet A.F. Moritz’s twenty-second volume of poetry, in visionary terms forwards the assertion that poetry, a primordial reality, is in the current moment both the equal of, and the antidote to, the rest of present-day civilization and its suicidal nature.

The book unfolds in seven short sections that probe such topics as the crucial value of childhood; a human person’s development through maturity and age; the perennially avant-garde nature of great poetry no matter what time and place; and poetry’s inherent involvement with hope and creativity, life and feeling, freedom and love. Great Silent Ballad also reprises Moritz’s longstanding celebration of common human conversation, the apex of which (he argues convincingly) is what we call “poetry”—meaning not just the art of verse, but our total access to the goodness of natural existence.

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Price: $19.99
Pages: 144
Publisher: House of Anansi Press
Imprint: House of Anansi Press
Publication Date: 24 September 2024
Trim Size: 8.50 X 5.50 in
ISBN: 9781487012960
Format: Paperback
BISACs: POETRY / Canadian, POETRY / General, POETRY / Subjects & Themes / General
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Great Silent Ballad is a poet’s poetry book in one respect, but also quite mesmerizing in its visionary scenes … The poet’s voice engages the reader within its humanism as the speaker delves into his vulnerable childhood and a self-avowedly meagre experience outside of imaginative truth.” — The Fiddlehead