Christ the City by Grant Guy

Christ the City

all the ailments of the city can be solved by annihilation

hut I cannot stop dancing to the asphalt drum beat of the city
it gives me poetry it gives me my saunter
it gives me stories it gives me heartbreaks
without the city i have no running soul

it’s drum beat of open fire hydrants on an hot arid august afternoon
screeching brakes burglar alarms
& squad car radio dispatches
the lure of the woman by the tracks hey big boy

the sweet joy of children laughing & lovers embracing

the city is my alarm clock
it awakes me every day to the Republic of Living

christ the city

My origins in art derive from theatre. Theatre is a story telling medium of the human condition. It may be hyper realism or absurd but it is of stories of the human experience. As my career moved from playwriting to prose and poetry I remain committed to the human experience.From the front jacket of the collection of short stores The Naked City by Sterling Silliphant – where a crime of violence and an act of infinite tenderness can occur seconds apart . . . In many respects that is what I am attempting to do with my poems and stories. I am interested in our individual humanity in a harsh and sometimes comical environ. I believe, if there is a god, god is a prankster. How else do we explain genitalia and Donald Trump. Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India and England. He has three books published. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.

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