24 Aug 2011, 1:04pm
General Glad Game Photos Poets

And off we dance

The Dancing Bear sculpture with a poem fed [embiggen to see] into the image thru black-text.com/ [via Presurfer]

Glad Game: I rather like twitter and The Onion, more so the latter.

I also am rather fond of the cover of my forthcoming chapbook with Corrupt Press: Mammals of Hoarfrost. The design inside looks lovely instead. Working with someone can be a pleasure.

I finally got my hands on the newly released Lighting the Global Lantern, a handbook for what is sometimes called “eastern forms of poetry”, which I am lucky enough to have one of my poems in as an exemplar.

A weekend of workshopping was challenging, 8 hour days for 3 days, thru paces of tires, but there was a lot of laughing and getting to know people as well. Time well-spent is a rare valuable thing.

A jail is defined as confined with too little of use to do; Much to do today, which I think also counts as a cause for gladness.

A warm crowd out last night for the quadumvirate reading, quick-paced, objectively and subjectively, and an excellent open mic with Luminita and Shai.

My own oratory skills seems to build painfully slowly from the inside, but one’s own life passes in slow motion and other lives in time lapse. Let’s call that good.

Apparently I could belt it to the back of the room with clarity of speech so there’s some distance travelled in the aimed for direction.

Locals should be prepared for shock: I tasted my first falafel in a shawarma wrap this week. For non-locals, Ottawa is the national epicentre of shawarma. Throw a stick and it skips the roofs of a few shops in the downtown. I’ve been here 20 years and never had one. And it was good. The company was good. I was famished and I think it was more than seasoning of appetite. Jolly joking staff. The Oregano garlic sauce was good. Good flavours and textures. Neat idea. And those pink things are?

Quote: “Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.” ~
Hosea Ballou

18 Aug 2011, 2:44pm
Books Divertions

Exciting Start to an Afternoon

My Snare Books books have arrived! My author copies came in the mail today!

Woo! My author site is all ready for it.

Those had no more arrived than this thunderous storm swept in with a different excitement — the raindrops were floating up as often as sweeping sideways or down. Pylons were blowing all around the street. Waves washing down making the road made it look like a river — it was tremendous.

Then I spy our tomato plants whipping in circles like a cross between feather boas and floppy propellers. Bri’s hand goes over his mouth in a silent scream and I go to run into the storm as The Hero of Our Tomatoes.

I run to the door like wind itself. But the real wind is blowing too hard against it for me to open the door, so there’s an interlude of me pushing at the door futilely.

Then I succeed. The wind blows water back into the room so hubby standing indoors gets his shirt wet. But I’m out and I can bring the plants in where they’ll be safe and the wind whips my skirt and whoops, I may have just flashed the neighbours. Followed immediately, or perhaps happening simultaneously, I get caught in another sheet of rain swinging thru. Oh my, that’s cold!

More waves of a wet soaker as I’m hopping barefoot and making squeaks. But the tomatoes need me to rescue them and I’m coming. They’ve waving around and wind is making an anvil of the sheet of water coming off the other balconies. Can’t even see down a block the street because there’s a white-out of wet.

I arrive at the tomato pots and tug. And am slightly less successful than I was with the door. They’re rather big suckers, heavy clay and full of wet soil. Ok, they’re staying, but the plants know I was thinking of them.

I dash back in, dripping all over the floors and then, has a shampooy shower ever felt so warm? Have dry clothes ever been as dry as this?

Epilogue: It’s sunny as it was rainy and the stakes and ties held for the most part. None of the stems broke but one of tomatoes is now two balconies below us.

Quote: “Maybe when water yearned for fire / it invented waves / so one day they might become flames” ~ Ibrahim Nasrallah

18 Aug 2011, 11:16am
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Good things

Courtyards with benches and flowers

dandelion mag
Reading things worth remembering: p. 84 from Dandelion Magazine, issue 37.1, Crisis Management: Corporeal Mapping for a Corporate Era by leannej on corporations working against the best interest of individuals and society

As Michael Rowe said, “the great virtue of underlining sentences in the books you read is the opposite of what it seems to be: you’re giving yourself permission to forget all the non-underlined bits. As I become more comfortable with the forgetting, I realize the shape of the remembering.”

looking for a door
A paper notebook

A paper notebook never makes strange to you. It never asks you who you are or what the password is and erases all that you’ve written unless you can say the secret word. It never asks you to upgrade. Never once have lined sheets crashed on me and caused my paintings to disappear as well as my ledger and cookbooks.

Parks with friendly dogs and friendly folks

Beautiful in content and form: a minute or so video of 29 ways to stay creative.

Quote: “Love does not just sit there, like a stone; it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.” -Ursula K. Le Guin

12 Aug 2011, 10:42pm

What’s for the birds?

Sparrows making darting arrows around the courtyard.

The mind was tranquil and the sun warm and the company good. The best I’d felt in days. Then I torpedoed myself by thinking I could enter a mall unscathed. Bad optimism, bad.

Good things: Book hopes in the mail. A scheme to make postcards. Down time. A note by Amanda on The Jerusalem poems I did. Warm feet. A new day that might start any minute as days do. (This calendar thing is an overstated construction.) People who would make stop motion animation from toast or crochet. Friendly halloos. Figuring out how to turn off email notifications from a few places. A strawberry perfect enough to raise scalp chills. A grill is good for anything. Peaches, hot pepper bell pepper jelly and tarragon worked wonderfully. And PB, banana and a square of chocolate. (Avert your eyes, sensitive viewers.)

(Did you avert? No complaining then.) Wonderful with fresh ground peanuts. Like smores.

Quote: “There are five stages in the life of an actor: Who’s Mary Astor? Get me Mary Astor. Get me a Mary Astor Type. Get me a young Mary Astor. Who’s Mary Astor?” ~ Mary Astor

10 Aug 2011, 12:27pm
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Out and About: Yuckie but Mostly Duckie

Yuckie out the way first: In a way it’s just a vehicle of metal and glass going thru traffic yet somehow I feel military craft should go, like shame, under wraps and under cover of dark. Yet openness is better.

And so much better to be among people you love and fresh air.

Except I’d rather be reminded that times are shifty. I wonder whether our PM’s Pro-Israel stance hasn’t more to do with his belief in staging for the Second Coming of Christ more than anything political or economic or democracy-related. The UN vote for statehood for Palestine is only weeks away and Baird has already been dead-set against it. There’s been a shift towards no since 2004. What doesn’t look sustainable has a daunting habit of being able to carry on continually worsening yet not finding a better equilibrium.

Even if maudlin is a la mode, and even if avert your gaze, even if rage solves nothing, staring down the stamens, the petals blown off won’t build healthy stamina either. Glances help you keep your balance.

outside cow pavillion
When pigs fly? Cattle are trying to get there first?

light painting
Like how the park turned out playing with light painting by daylight.

light paintings
Light painting by night pulling the lens in and out during a long exposure and in a moving car.

duck meet kayak
Duck, meet kayak.

diligent ducks
Ducks furiously paddling their feet under the surface after the dog took a leap into the creek after them.

Busy day. Better get on with lunch and the rest of it.

Quote: “It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.” ~ Ansel Adams

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