Bookmark #7 Mississauga, Ontario

“Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public School,” by Jeff Latosik


The field that stretched beyond
goalposts. The field that redrew
lines in us.

— from Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public Schoolfrom Tiny, Frantic, Stronger by Jeff Latosik, published by Insomniac Press. Bookmarked at Mississauga Valley Public School on September 30th, 2011.


 

About Jeff Latosik and “Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public School”

“Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public School” is from Jeff Latosik’s first collection of poetry, Tiny, Frantic, Stronger, which was published in 2010 and for which he received the Trillium Book Award for Poetry. Before the publication of this first book, Latosik had already won the P.K. Page Founders’ Award from The Malahat Review, placed first in THIS Magazine’s Great Canadian Literary Hunt and been a finalist for the RBC Bronwen Wallace Award, which honours promising young writers.

Tiny, Frantic, Stronger is concerned with durability, and asks what aspects of our lives will last, beyond the here and now. “Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public School” explores how memories widen and alter, eventually meshing with other recollections to become something new.

Jeff Latosik was born in Mississauga and grew up in the Bloor and Cawthra area, where he attended Valleys Senior Public School. At university, he studied English and received a BA from Wilfred Laurier University and an MA from the University of Western Ontario. Jeff Latosik lives in Toronto and teaches English and writing at Humber College.

Tiny, Frantic, Stronger is published by Insomniac Press. This poem is used with the kind permission of the poet.

Photo credit: Elyse Friedman

Photo credit: Elyse Friedman


The Poem

Song for the Field Behind Mississauga Valley Public School
The field that stretched beyond
goalposts. The field that redrew
lines in us.
Like the field in a glove save.
A high-five. The field in a radio hit,
its raised seating.
Or, the field in waiting. The field in hunger.
The field in a fifth beer, a wrong turn,
the field in the little scar
on your neighbour's forehead.
The field in every abandoned thing
we found in that field. In every bent putter.
Torn jacket. Set of keys.
The field in forgetting. In debt.