Cannery Row Magazine
A Literary Journal . . . with Benefits
Next Issue Fall 2023
Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. Cannery Row is the gathered and scattered tin and iron and rust and splintered wood, chipped pavement and weedy lots and junk heaps, sardine canneries of corrugated iron, honky tonks, restaurants and whore houses, and little crowded groceries, and laboratories and flophouses.
Its inhabitants are, as the man once said, "whores, pimps, gamblers, and sons of bitches," by which he meant Everybody. Had the man looked through another peephole he might have said, "Saints and angels and martyrs and holy men," and he would have meant the same thing.
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
Born in Kingston - Made in Canada
A Canadian Biopsy
"You live like gypsies," my mother complains frequently over the phone, "are you ever going to settle down?"
There may well be a remnant of the Old World gypsy left in us to blame for our nomadic ways, yet moving around while scraping by on the creative fringe has filled our lives with intriguing people and places, an abundance of stories and few regrets.
From the weed-infused grunge culture of Vancouver in the 90's and Montreal's delightfully seedy East Side, to Guysborough, Nova Scotia, where maritime hospitality clashed with a de facto segregation reminiscent of the Southern States.
Back to our home province of Ontario. Muskoka to catch up with family, then Guelph to raise our sons while John wrote and published his first books with ECW Press.
A decade later northwards to Capreol, a CN rail hub at the edge of the wilderness teeming with characters to stock John's next book "Savage Gerry" (Spring 2021), followed by North Bay where drug dealers, addicts, the mentally ill and the homeless have taken center stage in its downtown streets to the score of sirens heralding a new age. (To be revisited in "Mason's Jar")
Fed up with slumlords and northern winters, a retreat back south to Kingston amidst a global pandemic, potential socio-economic collapse and a world on fire; an apocalyptic cocktail served up with a slice of willful ignorance by our country's mainstream Media.
The Canada we've lived in over the past few decades has stood in stark contrast to the publicly endorsed myth of Canada the Good. Its biased agenda not only trades off basic human rights (water, air, shelter, food etc.) in favour of short term profits, sentencing Canadians that are deemed economically insignificant or disposable to a life that fosters despair, disabilities, drug addiction, homelessness and, increasingly, suicide. It also conspires to whitewash Canada's past and present social traumas by suppressing dissenting voices to the point where renowned advocates, authors and journalists act as brand managers, censuring themselves in fear of reprisals and professional oblivion.
We are launching this magazine to provide an inclusive space for the marginalized stories in our communities. For all those tired of the stigma and abuse suffered by an escalating number of Canadians trapped within a system of poverty and racial discrimination. A system that harms the very people and land it has pledged to 'serve and protect'.
A system that rewards little we ever learned in Kindergarten.
Please share your voice so others will know they are not alone.
Kindness has no dollar sign attached to it; it is of no worth to the wealthy, yet flourishes like weeds in the streets of the poor.
'My people will sleep for one hundred years, but when they awake it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.
-Louis Riel, 1885
Cannery Row Magazine wants you to raise your voice.
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The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself. -Albert Camus
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The more things change...
And everywhere people asked him why he was walking through the country. Because he loved true things, he tried to explain. He said he was nervous and besides he wanted to see the country, smell the ground and look at grass and birds and trees, to savor the country, and there was no other way to do it save on foot. And people didn't like him for telling the truth. They scowled, or shook and tapped their heads, they laughed as though they knew it was a lie and they appreciated a liar. And some, afraid for their daughters or pigs, told him to move on, to get going, just not to stop near their place if he knew what was good for him.
And so he stopped telling the truth. He said he was doing it on a bet - that he stood to win a hundred dollars. Everyone liked him then and believed him.
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
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