George Whipple is a British Columbia poet, a blue collar philosopher, who challenges us with questions that on the surface seem simple and straightforward, but are far more complex when you push on into the poems. In the background to his philosophical soul searching are the ordinary people and places that inhabit his poetry.
Whipple’s poetry is more traditional, often based on what he terms “metaphysical conceits” controlled by uniform stanzas and off-rhyme. He writes that his poetry is “a balance of contrary forces: ardor/order, rhetoric/slang, enlightenment/delight, pictures painted on sounds. Mixing every kind of meter, line length, pace and pitch, helping them find their voice, I try to create that variety in unity which changes boring excitement into the passionate calm of art.”