David Halliday - Libros y biografía

A series of poems investigating the other and how we reach it. The self is a prison. Out there may be a phantasm. Outside the hive are nightmares. And darkness. We are the round stones on the shore who...

The Trans-Canada Highway was approved by the Trans-Canada Highway Act of 1949. Construction was begun in 1950 and finished in 1971. Upon completion it was the longest highway in the world. It runs from...

A bunch of poets got together in 1971 and agreed upon nothing. I declared at the time that I had planted my flag in Church Street and from that moment on my poems would take root there. Ted Plantos took...

The magic of film is recreated, taken apart, examined and lovingly satirized in an unusual work of fiction. David Halliday imagines a BBC documentary about 'the well known Canadian film maker Samuel Bremmer'....

They began their careers in small clubs. And cat houses. In choirs. And minstrel shows. They were applauded. Made famous. At times they were loved. They made a lot of money and spent it. On booze. On...

Scientists now believe that the virus was present decades earlier, in the 1950s. in the flight to suburbia and the mass introduction of television. Tittering had slipped into the modern consciousness....

I was born in Reykjavik. When I was four, we emigrated to Manitoba. We moved to a farm near Gimli Manitoba. Home of the three Viking graves. No one is sure how they got there but I'm confident they didn't...

Death comes in the quiet of our thoughts. When we were looking the wrong way. At the moon being smothered by a cloud. It begins in panic. Thrashing out. We want to live. Something standing over us. Waiting...

The sixties rose out of the fifties with so much hope. Eisenhouer was gone. Kennedy was now. Wrestling was real. The Leafs were winning Stanley Cups. Television was a series of comedies about white kids...

Anger and humor. Burning like a furnace in my head. The year my mother died. Poems from my tumor.

"Leaving T.O. Train shivering between the rails. Wheels and rails grinding their teeth. IMPSTONE. A book of poems keeps tapping on my eyelids. Like rain on a tin roof. A commercial from Eden in Morse...

Thoughts on a life well attended. I may have been tardy but I was awake.'I wish I was handsomer. I wish I was taller. I wish my bank account would grow. I wish I didn'tsmoke. I wish I didn't forget so...

It's a good place to think. A BENCH. To mull over ideas. That's my madness. Everywhere I look I seepatterns. Patterns are someone's idea, someone's creation. Order is recklessly rearranging the furniturearound...

"I can hear her coming. A powerful roar from a great distance. , Her craggy pot-marked face smoking, the long tail of fog trailing behind. She will come tumbling toward us like a snowball of fire hurled...

Someone you saw on the bus everyday. A colleague at work. The choir master. A girl in a brown coat waiting in line at the supermarket. A girl you went out with. Once. All these persons do not make up...

A young boy is disillusioned by Christmas. All the gifts have been unwrapped and everyone has gone about the business of cleaning up. And yet he feels sad. He and his best friend, Ludwig Van (the invisible...

Charlie laughed. "I was institutionalized a few times.""Insane asylum.""A hospital. They say that I was wired wrong. They put me on different drugs trying to set me right. Sometimes they worked. For a...

The moon slept in its garden. Clouds as thin as lace were tangled in the treetops. Bats flickered in and out of the high branches. Down below in the long grass the crickets were too loud. Two teeth shone...

Sometimes I can't remember what mom looks like. Sometimes all I can remember is her smile. Mom has only been dead a year and her face is already beginning to fade. I have to look at the pictures dad keeps...

"Charlie. I can hardly believe it's you. How long has it been?""I can't remember that far back. Not since the shock treatments. As you can see, I got over my phobias about telephones. If I'm going to...

Greg and Bower were such jerks. Twice they'd been questioned about break-ins at the school. Turning over desks, drawing obscene pictures on the blackboards, spilling the contents of the teacher's desks...

2017 was a year in the wrong century. The seventeenth century. My head was on a pike outside Newgate Castle. Or someone who looked like me. Laughing at the Prince. People are starting to fear what they...

I wanted to believe in something. I prayed. But all I could hear was the echoed clang of a clapper against a bell. The bell ringer was dead. The universe was empty… I was the miserable beggar on the street,...

"Trust me, Father, God hates me. He tried to kill me when I was born. My head was too big and my mother almost died. They had to use clamps on my head but the clamps broke so they cut into my mother's...

I have these awful thoughts. In the middle of the night. When I can't get to sleep. Like a slide show. The planet. Devastated. Hardly a sign of life except for the odd building on the landscape. And the...

A finalist in the 2003 Eppie Best Poetry Collection, Church Street Is Burning, in illustrations, short stories, and poems, tells the story of the poet as a young man. Lost. Abandoned by the woman he loved....

A man is dying in his backyard of a heart attack. He begins to recall his life. Except that it is not his life. It is the life of a fictional character from a popular television situation comedy. And...

Jack is a world inside a world. A dream inside a dream. Einstein inside Newton. Hemingway inside Aristophanes. A noun inside a verb. An idea inside an acorn. It is the knot that we call consciousness....

The Black Bird concerns itself not with the baring of a soul but with the stripping down of a life. It begins with the most remote extension of the human soul, one's public image. It begins with the mythic...

It is the landscape of Eliot and Pound. Uppers and blue pills. Snow drifts and psychiatric hospitals. Streetcars and shock treatments. A delusional young woman boards an airplane hoping to escape the...