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Monthly archive August, 2008

Elizabeth Bachinsky reads K. Silem Mohammad

The Nose To, the Tens No, the Not Ens, the Sent On, the S o n n e t “…she is very capricious; one cannot summon or foresee her; she comes as happiness comes, hands filled with an achievement that is already in flower.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke, on rhyme. K. Silem Mohammad is currently...

Lynne Tillman, for example

Life is strange. So should fiction be. Or, there are a thousand and one ways to tell a story. Hear Lynne Tillman read “Hung Up“.

parc jarry, post storm

We enjoy compiling the slender catalogue of our city’s modesty.–Lisa Robertson The vast and bumpy green of the urban expanse is broken by a Maple. Silver, one would guess from the seat of one’s bicycle. Urban appears in description after description of parc Jarry, as if wishing to transform the suburban before our very eyes....

How we talk when we talk about writing…

What do we want from book reviews?? This is at the core of my How Poems Work and Guest Posts, what do we actually want from this genre of writing? What is the purpose? Consider the whole discussion–if it can be called that–of the recent Urqhuart anthology. What is at the center of these arguments?...

Je refuse

No more of this “salon des refuses” nastiness. I refuse the refusers and the non-refusers alike. This is not a productive conversation.

Reception, New York Public Library

Reception, New York Public Library, originally uploaded by lemon hound. She takes your questions and she looks fabulous doing it. Sending people on for a glimpse into the Reading Room, or to the Ladies Room. She is part marble herself, and part sculpture with that swoop of slightly orange tinged hair. Are those sunglasses? Faux...

Laurie Anderson, elsewhere, and autumn in the air

Autumn in the air, and the lure of galleries, the clean walls, the sheen of matte concrete like hardened sand soft under foot. he sensed parts of himself elsewhere, originally uploaded by lemon hound. This last week of August, the first week of September, like a funnel, shifting us back indoors. And so appropriately or...

From Poetic Front

Christine Stewart and… 15T – I’m left feeling stupid before the fact. I feel like I asked and answered these questionstwenty-five years ago. The eternal return. C – Sometimes I find that I have answered these questions – in old notebooks – but forgetor shift and then have to start all over again and so...

Marilyn Hacker on Gwendolyn Brooks, plus 5 Questions

The Rites for Cousin Vit Carried her unprotesting out the door Kicked back the casket-stand. But it can’t hold her, That stuff and satin aiming to enfold her, The lid’s contrition nor the bolts before. Oh oh. Too much. Too much. Even now, surmise, She rises in the sunshine. There she goes Back to the...

Engrossed!

Memories, originally uploaded by Eejla.

Guest Posts, or How Poems Work

The idea for the guest posts stems from my appreciation of the How Poems Work column that the Globe & Mail ran a few years back. The posts were generally insightful and instructive, opening up poems and poetry not only to other poets, but to the uninitiated. Some of them became useful pedagogical tools. Some...

Michael Ondaatje, O.C.

Michael Ondaatje, O.C., originally uploaded by johnwmacdonald. Another great one from John W. Macdonald. His photo stream on flickr is packed with great shots. Do check it out.

Cat Nap

CatNap.jpg, originally uploaded by ninjatira. There is an unbelievable number of photographs out there that involve cats and books. Much, much more than make it into the Books & Portraits pool that the Hound administers on Flickr. Not so many books and dogs. No books and Hounds. What would it be like to have a...

mount royal, afternoon, summer

The mountain is not a mountain really, at least not from the perspective of a person from British Columbia, but in the minds of Montrealers it is indeed a mountain. Some even say it’s an extinct volcano, an Angel having sprung from its left thigh, where people gather to smoke pot and play music. One...

derek beaulieu on blert

Tongue Tied: Jordan Scott’s blert.Review by derek beaulieu Jordan Scott’s blert (Coach House Books, 69 pp., $16.95) is a poetic engagement with the physicality of the author’s own stutter, where “every vowel and consonant must be traversed, claimed, made audible by non-stop bodily action.” blert moves from language’s shorelines to the pounding surf, from the...

Dr. Henrietta Mann – a TITANIC discovery

Dr. Henrietta Mann – a TITANIC discovery, originally uploaded by bongish. Women who do…

Plastic, size, compassion fatigue and art

What does Andreas Gursky’s 99 cent diptych have to do with the floating garbage patch in the pacific? (Seen here thanks to Moma). What are the implications of the kind of deep looking that his photographs require? (An earlier post on Gursky here.) As if to force us to grow accustomed to looking at what...

Tonya Foster

Tonya Foster, originally uploaded by ericajane.

Tim Curry

A remake of the Rocky Horror Picture Show?? Who on earth could replace Tim Curry?

Women who do

Of course there are many who make the world their salon…shall we do an inventory? I still think it would be a small, but fabulous, list. I could start with the blonde Janice Joplin in the parc this afternoon. There was no corner not reverberating with her voice and she didn’t give a shit if...

Suzzallo Library (2)

Suzzallo Library (2), originally uploaded by AJTx0. Imagine a time when people believed that design might impact the way a person read, or that they did read. Imagine if energy went into creating spaces of mingling and thinking. Seattle, that great, wet, pomo hill-hugging city of vintage, lattes, and brick, has some very cool libraries,...

the fountain, parc lafontaine

you can’t make out the edges of the park. there is a mime. he too is in shadow. a man in a white suit rides a unicycle. half a dozen young men in baggy pants joust under a maple with light wooden swords they have made and decorated themselves. they topple over each other landing...

Jen Bervin

Clouds is an ebook available over at Ugly Duckling Presse. The ebook is a whole other thing.

3 Nice things about Lemon Hound

Thanks for the post Chris. I think I met Chris at a reading in Toronto where he has recently relocated. Good news for Toronto it seems. The blog is Buggeryville. Check it out.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu and Lady Lisa Robertson

Author of City Eclogues: How simple was I to believeDelusive poetical dreams!Or the flattering landscapes they giveOf meadows and murmuring streams.Bleak mountains, and cold starving rocks,Are the wretched result of my pains;The swains greater brutes than their flocks,The nymphs as polite as the swains. -from “The Bride in the Country; a Parody on Rowe’s Ballad,...

the pool, parc laurier

The times one is tempted into the pool are usually the times it isn’t available. Long after the howling seven-year olds and mating teens have retired, long after the slender life guards have bolted the door, when the church bells have rung their last, and the swallows punctured every inch of air, when the alleys...

Make the world your salon.

Lisa Robertson places the above quote from Mina Loy at the beginning of Debbie an Epic–which you’ve all read, right? It is a direct address to you women: Rhetors, Travellers, Neighbours, I’ve Beenthinking–yours are names I’d like to wear inmy lungs. All grace and catharsis you pullthought across, and this stuff, this dignityand doubt and...

parc baldwin

Rain, rain, and more rain. Still, perfect weather for writing an essay and taking mid-day running breaks. parc Baldwin is near rue Rachel and rue Fullum. It’s the central feature of run #3, the east side of the plateau. This part is entirely surrounded by triplexes, tall, and well-treed. Behind the park to the east...

Quote of the Day

When I grow up I want to be difficult.

carre saint louis

carre saint louis, originally uploaded by lemon hound. The square is elegant, and if I recall there is a skating path around the rim of it in winter where the grey stone buildings that surround the park seem more like ice than stone. Once Michel Tremblay and Claude Jutra lived on the square, so rumour...

Another view of suburbia

, originally uploaded by eyeye.

Is poetry a machine?

Poiesis is making, techne is knowing how to do things, including making. When the making in question is of an explicitly material nature, as in sculpture, architecture, carpentry, etc., the role of techne is relatively unproblematic. It involves a knowledge of materials, tools, and, physical techniques (hence the word techniques). (This is the stating-the-obvious part,...

On the poet as a public figure

Is this an example of how, or how NOT to perform your poetry?

Fourth Floor Window

Fourth Floor Window, originally uploaded by ECityBlues. In the corridor cool thoughts, much more forgiving and spacious. Several volumes of confessional narratives have it out with rational essays on new urbanism. Flutter Virgil. The elevator man knows only Latin.

Short Fiction

A look at the world of short fiction with–we are told–a Canadian slant. So far the big-guns, but perhaps we’ll have evidence of a healthy range of practitioners in Canada. I’ve been wanting to do an anthology of Canadian fiction for some time now, thinking about it for a non-Canadian audience which is a useful...

C. Day Lewis, Virgil’s Georgics

Very odd video montage, but what a classic reading… and from a newish translations of Virgil’s Georgics by Kristina Chew. Here’s an excerpt from Book III The best look for your cow isfiercean ugly facea lot of neckdewlaps should hang from chin to shanka good area of rib, long as may be. Everything should bebigthe...

Hedwig and the Angry Inch – Origin of Love

Where I could be today

Seeing contemporary conceptual art from Iceland at Luhring Augustine. Or at DHC to spend some time with conceptual artist/stalker Sophie Calle. Standing outside the National Aquatics Center in Beijing. Taking in Louise Bourgeois at the Guggenheim. Not looking for Mary Oliver in Provincetown, but possibly having a gin and tonic, or a swim. At Carabana....

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