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Monthly archive November, 2007

Weekly wrap up

The Poetry Foundation seems to be shaking off its cobwebs… This week it features a podcast with Rae Armantrout, and then it discovered Flarf–also on podcast. Lets hear it for inappropriate (as in flarf). Perhaps this is the only possible response to all that faux (not that people realize it’s faux) sincerity we endure in...

Quote of the week

Some days I think that if the art world were as conservative as the poetry world is we wouldn’t have even arrived at Picasso yet…

The year’s most exciting writing….

We become our lines, originally uploaded by lemon hound. The lists have already begun to appear…best novels of 2007, best books of 2007, favorite books, most notable, best selling books… These lists make me a little crazy. There’s rarely any context for them and they don’t usually say very much about the books themselves. The...

CRITICAL MASS: Introducing the NBCC’s Best Recommended

CRITICAL MASS: Introducing the NBCC’s Best Recommended Yet another list that reveals little (a little?) diversity…at least in terms of poetry.

Talking with software

Human: very funny.ALICE: I’m glad you find this amusing.Human: I’ll let you go then.ALICE: I am very happy for you.Human: …and several pink things descended.ALICE: How many?Human: Whatever, with beef.ALICE: You and your beef.Human: if it’s night time, you should…ALICE: I’m not sure I understand the implication of that.Human: Sleep!ALICE: Do I look like it?Human:...

Something passing

Something passing, originally uploaded by lemon hound.

Happy Days

Something passing, originally uploaded by lemon hound. From Patricia Rozema’s film version of Happy Days with Rosaleen Linehan. “Blond for preference….”A few choice lines from actors who have portrayed Beckett’s Winnie over the years… Winnie is like all these Irish women who are widows even before their husband’s death.–Aideen O’Kelly Once, when I was very...

Here’s the Vancouver no one wants to talk about….

Raven and Jason.

Sandra Alland, a few words and three poems

Sandra Alland, Blissful Times, BookThug, 2007 LH: From one Beckett fan to another, wow and where did you get the nerve to enter into Beckett’s text? SA: Thanks! Though to be honest I never thought of it as brave. I thought of it as engaging with a text and writer I connected with, yet also...

Two poems from Chris Banks

WASTE: A POETICS The line, the line, the line, the line, the line, the line. Who gives a god-damn. Not the garbageman collecting the city’s refuse. Such a waste, he thinks, and every block or so, a church, and every few driveways, a few kids riding their bicycles. And although the churches are empty because...

An Elegy from the Romanian of Nichita Stanescu, by Elisa Sampedrín

as conveyed by Erín Moure Sheepish Elegy opting for the real I carry such frenzy i’m nervous, my green limbs galvanize and won’t perish in amnesia. No more does stone own me, nor will i carry one last cutting battle to the grave of stones, but cut it repeatedly free of the machines. It is...

Zoe Strauss, limited editions

Hey all, Zoe Strauss is offering up some work for sale through her website. If you haven’t heard of her yet, you will, no doubt. Here is an interview I did with Strauss in Philly earlier this year.

More on the Paris Review

An email from The Paris Review announcing a new volume of interviews, and before I can see anything what’s apparent is the absence of women once again. Of the sixteen names included in the email, three are women: Toni Morrison, Alice Munro and Eudora Welty. But look at the archive index of interviews from 2000...

Waiting for the C-Train

And remembering something…

Mavis Gallant

Listen to a short story on the New Yorker website.

Poem by Sandra Alland

WHILE AT WAR Do they have parasols in Afghanistan? Do awol Canadian soldiers drop ‘flesh-toned’ uv cream to help dark faces blend into the landscape? Does sand pile around you if you stand still, very still, shading you from the sky and the things that fall from it? From Blissful Times, BookThug, 2007More to come...

Mary Dalton

Some choice lines from Dalton’s Red Ledger, Signal 2006 From “In the Yard” The snow’s got that corpse look,and the sky’s full of drowned men. and here’s November in Canada A time of clods and stones.Resignation, battening down. Digging inthe perennial bed: the clanging of pickagainst boulders with roots set in China. And sometimes she...

Goldfrapp – Strict Machine

But you have to love this video…

Goldfrapp – Ooh La La

Number 1 on my work out playlist…still…and it’s been there a very long time.

good meat, dani couture

There are some fabulous lines in this book, a concept book, built around, you got it, meat. Some of the poems offer up some remarkable turns. In “migration,” for instance: tearing into sunday dinnerwe pull apart the originof flight, make two wisheson pneumatic anatomy. or in “the fisherman’s dream before surgery,” the surgeon holds a...

Ecotopia, Nature, Poetry

Speaking of Edward Burtynsky, China, ecotopia, the struggle for a “nature poetry” that bears witness…this call for papers for a conference in China titled Beyond Thoreau: American and International Responses to Nature came across my desktop this morning and looks very intriguing indeed. I wonder if any poets will apply to attend?? I’ve spent some...

Manufactured Landscapes

Okay, so we haven’t even begun to deal with innovation, let’s go that route… The tone of this post is skewed by a recent viewing of Manufactured Landscapes, the film made of Edward Burtynsky’s awe-inspiring work tracing the economies of oil and manufacturing. I have long been a fan of Burtynsky’s work–since those early shots...

Living Utopia and Disaster

Thank God for Art, that’s all I can say. So much art seems to me to be so much better at moving one, not to mention making one think in new ways. The Alberta Biennale of Contemporary Art at the Walter Phillips Gallery at the Banff Centre makes it just a little easier to deal...

1.000 posts later

This is post number 1,001, and because I am burrowing in to my own work these days, at the Leighton Studios here in Banff, it will be brief. One has to achieve balance between curatorial and community work and one’s one work, I think. I’ve been looking around for role models in this regard, people...