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Métis Ukrainian writer Conor Kerr's sharp and incisive poems move restlessly across landscapes and time.Conor Kerr's poetry is in constant motion. 4Runners streak through the night, racing with coyotes and roving across the land. Buses travel from town to town, from one memory to another, from past to present. Friends and lovers search for each other on Instagram and find nothing. And always the natural world travels alongside: the watching magpies, woodpeckers and cedar waxwings, the coyotes and porcupines. Family is the crisp wings of mallard ducks flying at dawn, just as it is a game of crib, a Mario Kart race, a dance party.
Old Gods defies colonialism on the Prairies. Kerr situates his reader in the Métis mindset: the old gods of the land are alive within the rivers, the birds, the hills and the prairies that surround us, and they'll always be here.
About the author
Conor Kerr is a Métis Ukrainian writer. A member of the Métis Nation of Alberta, he is a descendant of the Lac Ste. Anne Métis and the Papaschase Cree Nation. His Ukrainian family are settlers in Treaty Four and Six territories in Saskatchewan. In 2020 he received the
Fiddlehead's Ralph Gustafson Poetry Prize and in 2021 was awarded the
Malahat Review's Long Poem Prize. His work has been anthologized in
Best Canadian Poetry 2020 and
Best Canadian Stories 2020 and published in literary magazines across Canada. He is the author of the poetry collection
An Explosion of Feathers (Bookland Press, 2021) and the novel
Avenue of Champions (2021), which was shortlisted for the Amazon First Novel Award, won a 2022 ReLit Award, and is a finalist for the 2022 Scotiabank Giller Prize.
Summary
Métis Ukrainian writer Conor Kerr’s sharp and incisive poems move restlessly across landscapes and time.
Conor Kerr’s poetry is in constant motion. 4Runners streak through the night, racing with coyotes and roving across the land. Buses travel from town to town, from one memory to another, from past to present. Friends and lovers search for each other on Instagram and find nothing. And always the natural world travels alongside: the watching magpies, woodpeckers and cedar waxwings, the coyotes and porcupines. Family is the crisp wings of mallard ducks flying at dawn, just as it is a game of crib, a Mario Kart race, a dance party.
Old Gods defies colonialism on the Prairies. Kerr situates his reader in the Métis mindset: the old gods of the land are alive within the rivers, the birds, the hills and the prairies that surround us, and they’ll always be here.
