Stuart Ross is a writer, editor, writing teacher, and small press activist living in Cobourg, Ontario. He is the award-winning author of 20 books of poetry, fiction, and essays, most recently Pockets (ECW Press, 2017), A Sparrow Came Down Resplendent (Wolsak and Wynn, 2016), and A Hamburger in a Gallery (DC Books, 2015). Stuart has taught workshops in elementary and high schools across the country, and was the 2010 Writer-in-Residence at Queen’s University. Visiting schools and working with students of all ages is his favourite part of his writing practice. Stuart is at work writing nearly a dozen different poetry, non-fiction, and fiction manuscripts. It's a race against time!
Yes, I read a ton of poetry in high school. I started reading poetry when I was probably seven or eight. I was really inspired by an untitled E. E. Cummings poem that began “i sing of Olaf glad and big / whose warmest heart recoiled at war.” I related to the strong anti-war sentiments in it, but also to its incredible experimentation with form and syntax. Emily Dickinson’s “I heard a Fly buzz – when I died” also excited me. But one of my greatest discoveries as a teenager was the works of Canadian poet David McFadden, who wrote very funny poems about very serious topics, and in a really conversational style. That was transformative for me.
I probably wrote my first poems when I was eight or nine years old. Here’s one I wrote when I was eleven; it was the first one I ever submitted for potential publication; it was rejected: “If you double a bubble / you’ll have two bubbles / but this information isn't worth / a pile of rubble.” I thought of myself as a poet from a very young age, but it wasn't until I was in my thirties that I would actually answer, “I am a poet,” if someone asked me what I did.
A poet’s “job” is to create poems, for whatever reason the poet chooses. Some simply want to play with words, some want to express themselves, some want to do something lofty, some want to protest, some want to create a thing of beauty or a thing of ugliness. These are all viable jobs.
I wrote “I Have Something to Tell You” a long time ago. I had to reread it to see if I could discover its genesis, but also to remind myself which poem it is! I’m really glad you chose that one for the anthology. My poems usually just spring from a first line that pops into my head, and I rarely know where it’s going to go until I start writing. A lot of my early poems mention shaving (also hamburgers and penguins). I was always fascinated by my dad’s shaving ritual: the hot water, the shaving cream, the slow and scratchy drag of the razor. And then, afterwards: the tiny pieces of toilet paper that he adhered to the shaving cuts, and the red dot of blood that would soak through. When I wrote that poem, I probably thought it was funny to begin with the pompous declaration of “I have come to talk to you about…” and then finish it with someone as trivial as “shaving cuts.” From that point, my unconscious probably took over, and I followed the poem where it took me.
I am really terrible at memorization. I would likely search for the shortest poem I could find. And then I probably would get it wrong.