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I've found that a useful thing for a poet to do is pay attention. (To, as we all know, whatever your senses provide and what's inside in the way of memory, story, fear, ache, cry.) Pay attention and let your mind wander. Everything flows from that.
And for me, that flows from the first ten years of my life, which were spent right here, in Herbert, Sask.
Cut to the scene next to a cornfield at St. Peter's Abbey, me paying attention. To tractors.
That's where this book comes from.