A Week with Michael Ondaatje

Reflecting on a Week with Michael Ondaatje

I had the privilege of attending a week-long poetry workshop with Michael Ondaatje in the early 1970s, shortly after the publication of *The Collected Works of Billy the Kid*. This was during my high school years, and being selected for such an opportunity was thrilling, not least because it meant stepping out of the usual school environment for a week. But it turned out to be far more meaningful than just a reprieve from classes; it was a formative experience that left a lasting impression on me.

Michael conducted readings from *Billy the Kid* during the workshop, illustrating the intricacies of crafting and interpreting poetry. His readings were mesmerizing, and his presence commanded both respect and curiosity. At the time, I may not have fully grasped how fortunate I was to learn from such a gifted writer, but looking back, it’s clear how much that week shaped my appreciation for poetry and storytelling. Michael’s insights into the art of writing were both profound and practical, delivered with a natural ease that made them accessible even to an enthusiastic high schooler like me.

I was an avid reader—mostly of science fiction then—and had a strong appreciation for poetry, thanks in part to my late uncle, Peter Trower, a published poet with a legitimate voice in Canadian literature. Growing up immersed in his work gave me a lens through which to distinguish truly remarkable poetry from mere doggerel. Michael’s workshop further reinforced my understanding of what it meant to write with authenticity and purpose.

The educational system at the time was far from perfect. Like many others, my siblings and children found it stifling and uninspiring, often at odds with their innate love of learning. Yet, my own experience was unique, largely because of accommodations that allowed me to thrive despite (or perhaps because of) my ADHD. Teachers often bent the rules for me, turning potential punishments into creative opportunities. Whether it was being allowed to play at my desk, becoming the school’s morning DJ, or attending Michael’s workshop, these interventions kept me engaged and fostered a love of learning that traditional methods often failed to ignite.

That week with Michael Ondaatje was one of those pivotal moments—a confluence of circumstance and talent that left an indelible mark. I’ve often wondered how Michael himself perceived those workshops. Did he find joy in sharing his craft with eager young minds, or was it just another obligation in his journey as a writer and teacher? I’d like to think that the enthusiasm of students like me made it worthwhile.

Michael, if you ever see this, I want to thank you for that week. Your generosity in sharing your time and talent profoundly influenced me. Congratulations on your incredible success over the years—from the acclaim for *The English Patient* to the many other accolades you’ve garnered. Your work continues to inspire countless readers and writers, and I count myself fortunate to have had even a brief moment to learn from you.

With gratitude and admiration,

Bob
Trower