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More Bite Than Bark Since 2005
Monthly archive August, 2005

Some thoughts after reading too much poetry

You say there should be no I in poetry, no Heart, no love, no mention of one’s great Grandmother’s apron hanging On the door. No, maudlin, no forked- Tongues, no sentiment, no overwrought Lines, empty rooms or signs of forced Entries, breaks, no earnest, no sincere, no Half, no heart, no self-indulgent diatribes, No descriptions...

Rave on

Rave on,originally uploaded by lemon hound. The Aids Memorial in Vancouver is quite moving. The large panels are set in along the hillside at Sunset Beach in–where the Pride Parade ends. Fitting. The names are cut out and depending on where you look you either see grass, or sky, behind the names. There are granite...

Mya Hee…

Mya Hee…,originally uploaded by lemon hound. I think this little gnome is listening to this. Yes, it’s incredibly silly, but you know, if you can’t hear the thin man who sings French songs with his ukelele on Granville Island, this is the next best thing.

Woolf fans of all shapes love street haunting

Woolf fans of all shapes, originally uploaded by lemon hound. “But after life. The slow pulling down of thick green stalks so that the cup of the flower, as it turns over, deluges one with purple and red light. Why, after all, should one not be born there as one is born here, helpless, speechless,...

Summer Reading

As usual, I’ve had some odd bedfellows this summer. Clarice Lispector and Carol Shields, Pessoa and Harry Potter; Don Quixote and Ian Mcewan. Although I’m a Mcewan fan, I wasn’t able to make it through Atonement. On the other hand, I wasn’t able to put Unless down until I finished it. Brilliant, I kept thinking,...

Not so rainy coast

The west coast has had its first rain fall in 30 days. Perhaps this is partly why I was unable, yes unable to find any slugs or snails for the first 3 weeks of my visit. In fact it was difficult not to feel apocalyptic as I wandered through the woods hearing the crinkling of...

The truth will out?

The NY Times contemplates the demise of interest in literary fiction and the rise of interest in literary non-fiction. In a time of chaos people want expertise the author argues. I’ve heard this before, and have been mulling over this question for some time. Certainly the desire for facts seems sane and timely, but the...

Skeena update

The Artful Cup has become my daily morning hangout, riffing on someone’s wireless and downing a few Americano with cream. After a few days of solid cloud, there’s sun in the Skeena valley, and when the sun pops out the town comes alive. Despite the cool morning temperatures people are out sipping coffee, but I’m...

Northern BC

Descended into the rain forest of northern BC yesterday. Clouds hanging in the mountains and fisherman lined up along the Skeena. This week someone landed a 45 pound salmon. The town of Terrace is a little sad, though I’m about to head over to the farmer’s market where I could find some lively exchange. Otherwise...

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