From TISH 4 (December 1961), copyright the estate of Al Purdy.
Might say my own approach to poetry deals with the specific (almost always) in order to reach the general. And with me, generally the specific means people. That’s why I prefer in this presumably first ish [Frank] Davey’s stuff. But there were other bits and pieces I liked, but not as whole poems. [Lionel] Kearns SUDDEN INTIMATIONS is a bit prosy, but he ends it well. Bowering’s Sunday Poem is pretty damn good. (I’ll retract that no “whole poems” opinion.) That’s a good poem. “I swear/ there are/ pieces of pollen/ in the air you breathe into my lungs/ And your/ hair/ I am mystified by the forehead dance of air—” I think that’s really pretty good. Also like the first part of [Fred] Wah’s Landscale—the word “through” seems to me awkward where it was placed.
I hope you keep it up, and since you seem to have enough labor listed on first page, continuity seems promising.