My Dinosaur

My Dinosaur by François Turcot, translated by Erín Moure

My Dinosaur

With luminous and lucid writing, Turcot excavates the fossil gaze of his father in an elated elegy composed of poems both tensed and open, minimalist and talkative, serious and droll, alternating the voice and writings of the father with the fictions and assemblies of the son-reminding us that a man's story can only be told by assembling the shreds and bits that have been accumulated over the course of our lives.

As a prolonged metaphor for the endurance of memory, Turcot's meticulous assembly in My Dinosaur is a tribute to all our Dads. (From the publisher)


Excerpt:

Cutaway. A hole in the ice. Hot mark of a tread that compresses the ground.


Yes, you might call it the negative outline of a man, perforated.


From My Dinosaur by François Turcot, translated by Erín Moure ©2016. Published by BookThug.