In Silence Is Full of Sound, poet Bianca Lakoseljac presents herself as a canvas—backdrop—to florid butterflies, to storm clouds like dark, but light-greased smudges, and to parks wherea missing soldier may haunt or a drowned artist yet inspire. But Lakoseljac is herself themusic whistling, warbling, whispering among maple leaves and flower fronds, or water clappingdown as rain or tapping tidal against a shoreline. In brief, the poet odysseys among paintings, sculptures, classical piano notes, the resistless efflorescence of nature, and the death-denying and gleeful imaginations of children. Her philosophy? Make art, not war. Make love, not laws. These sentiments make perfect sense, for poet is Greek for maker. So, make room on your bookshelf, bedside table, or at your favorite café for Lakoseljac’s words that refuse to be silent, her poems that you must sound.
—George Elliott Clarke, author of Canticles III (MMXXIII).
Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada, 2016-17.

Bianca’s collection of poetry dives into a fresh clear lake in a Canadian landscape where the
silence is louder than the bells of Sunday morning in a medieval town. Her love of art, literature and the places where they live is vivid and pure. From Carr to Thomson, Hemingway to Gould, her memory of Baka and more, we are invited to a banquet of words exposing parts of the ghost of artists and loved ones, through her eyes. She writes intense, intelligent poems in her dance with life, art, its beauty and contradictions. She stops to observe, to feel, to question, to write.
—Gianna Patriarca, author of This Way Home
Winner of the Pier Giorgio Di Cicco Poetry award, 2024.

Poetry, before it is ever spoken, makes a sound. Spirit hears and celebrates it, before the poem begins its life in the heart of the poet. Not all poets are aware of this. Bianca Lakoseljac is one so blessed to recognize it.
—Albert Dumont, Algonquin, Kitigan Zibi Anishinabeg. Author of Sitting by the Rapids
Ottawa Poet Laureate, 2021-23.

In Silence Is Full of Sound, Lakoseljac quietly and skillfully weaves a thread through history ancestry, memory and the present moment. Here she holds the world and all of its wisdom, andshows that Art, like life, is full of contradictions: “the solitude of your hand on mine”. Read thi book twice: once to quiet the chaos. Once to hear the song that rises
—Anna van Valkenburg, author of Queen and Carcass