25 Sep 2013, 9:51am


evening light II

Quote: “Rhyme, like water on a potter’s wheel, keeps material malleable until it’s finished” ~ Tony Harrison

23 Sep 2013, 10:40am

Perceptible Improvement

Saturday was cooler but somewhere among the gusts of rains, the leaves started covering the ground. The tall grasses are looking flat. The pots of mums are looking in their element. Autumn’s getting undeniable. Pumpkins are in the market again. And all the Halloween candy. A risk of frost at night.

pumpkin patch
It’s beginning to look a lot like autumn (although this was last year).

With cold, there’s risk of joints seizing up, from the cold or from bracing against it, unless I start my annual progression towards the Michelin man look with long shirt or dress, vest, sweater, jacket, scarf and hat. Also thick pants.

Or I suppose I could adapt to the cold and insist on keeping light clothing.

In the diary of the frozen shoulder…look what Crazy Human Stunts I can do again. I can…

  • chop veggies for a while,
  • saw a bread loaf,
  • point at 11 o’clock or 1 o’clock (depending on the time of day) with some pull and twinge (but still no high noon) — maybe no John Travolta dance imitations quite yet,
  • with help from the other arm, have my right arm touch my back some evening; some it just won’t go that far,
  • support the weight of the part of the book I’m reading next
  • support the weight of a full pot of water held low and carried as far as I need to,
  • carry a light bag, and alternate between hands,
  • go thru days without any advil, (but thank goodness for anti-histamines and migraine medicine — I was born in the right century),
  • arm stamina improving so instead of no-go on camera or twinge/lift, I can carry the bag with one lens, and take 1/4 to 1/5 of the shots as usual and be satisfied with it is what it is for the shots I do get,
  • functionally limited time at the computer, but at least I can type for a little while before shoulder ache kicks in,
  • do things with one arm that others might not with two, like sitting on a roof ridge, nailing on shingles; chalk lines are snap
  • wash my hair by lifting arms instead of lowering head,
  • pull up my own pants, even if they’re jeans; no more feeling like I’m being potty trained and need help at the end of a pee, or else go around pantless.
  • able to put my arm into a coat sleeve and at some times of day reach back and tuck the jacket cuff of the other arm off; important as jacket over sweaters starts making the glide tougher,
  • wear shirts that are pullovers, and even some of the less baggy/stretchy one and get them on by myself,
  • sleep through the night without rolling over and waking self,
  • hugging and safely being hugged largely even if my shoulder is squeezed,
  • shake hands, even if I have a dull ache after a vigorous hand-shaker,
  • have some mental energy and stamina without the leaky drain of pain, get more done for longer

And handy before and after guide to perceptions chronic illness and pain.

Double Header Quotes: “When you do something that’s guaranteed to succeed, you close the door to the possibility of discovery” ~ Milton Glaser at the Good Life Project

“If you dribble past 5 defenders, it isn’t called sheer prose” Tom Leonard, access to silence, 2004 in Quote Poet Unquote

Mer Bleu Bog

Over the boardwalk

  1. Mer Bleu Bog is the remains of ancient rivers turned into peat moss, some 5 meters thick and accumulating for 8000 years.
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    For Peat’s sake.

  3. Search for peat moss and you turn up links on mining it! Here’s a beautiful thing. Let’s kill it and burn it. Didn’t we already learn that lesson in Ireland? It’s in a weird position of being protected ecosystem, until we raid its resources, much like Algonquin Park, trumpeted as wild and free, while being logged. Humans are weird.

    Since 1971 with the Ramsar convention started in Iran and signed by 168 nations, there has been recognition of this area as one of a few (just over 2000) of the world’s unique unique wetlands.

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    Hovering around the fungus.

  5. How amazing that timing was. A shutter-click later they had flown off from wherever they came from.
  6. The bird calls and lack of traffic sound percolating in, only wind in the grasses and trees made for a restful spot. It’s been too long since we were here last but you can’t get there by city bus, and it would make for an awfully long cycle. We tacked on the sidetrip to a car rental and took a wonderful break time.
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    Open as dreams

  8. It takes a lot of space to breathe.

    The 8600 acres conversation area has areas of sandbar islands (with chainlink around trees because there are beavers) and open water areas and open areas of bog that resemble the area in the James Bay Basin.

  9. It also has area houses with signs saying “Dump the Dump Now”. How close is the plan to put a regional dump near the conservation area?

    Evidence of people in the information signs and walkway are more welcome than the air traffic. Surely there must be a way to make engines quiet and our impact less big.

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    Buddy larches.

  11. The larch is one of the few needle trees that is also deciduous
  12. . Cedars and pines thin out and redden to a degree over winter but the larch, or tamarack, goes completely bald.

    Turn the other seed

  13. The berries are changing in the shorter days but the sky was entirely blue. The last time we were at Mer Bleu just at the second last curve of the boardwalk, it clouded over suddenly and started to rain.
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    The ferns are heading into fall and the puffs on grasses in the shadow of cattails are catching autumn’s light.

  15. That upper right corner picture is cotton grass again, in case you were wondering.
  16. Funny how some march over the boardwalk in a timed powerwalk as if they were in any mall and others chat in a church-voice hush, while others use their outdoor voice as if they were at a ballgame. But mostly, there are few people.
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    White birch in the direction of the train whistle

    P9170370 Curly Dock

  18. I’m not sure what the plant on the left is. Dad taught me the one on the right is called Indian tobacco. No one else seems to use that name for it. It’s a variety of Curly Dock. Some species are native, some not. They are poisonous to sheep, cattle and chickens, but humans can digest them. “When compared to spinach, curly dock has “… 1/3 more protein, iron, calcium, potassium, beta carotene and phosphorus.” [source]
  19. As a little kid I collected it up when it turned browner than that fern above, darker than an old penny, and rolled it in maple leaves and smoked it. The smoke was sweet and amusing but I didn’t get the point I didn’t think.
  20. This was to be Wordless Wednesday but given all the words, maybe we’ll bump it to Thursday 13 instead.
  21. Larch
    Leave you in the larch again.

Quote: ““Democracy is not just the right to vote, it is the right to live in dignity.” ― Naomi Klein

14 Sep 2013, 5:11pm
Glad Game Gnomes Light Photos

On Beauty Duty

Ride bear, ride.

mancala by Pearl Pirie on 500px.com

Bokeh-dot mancala

peaches by Pearl Pirie on 500px.com

Peaches wait.

Glad Game: We happened across a friend on the street. I automatically waved. Both of those are good and that I didn’t crumple from sudden shoulder movement. It was more of a salute until the shoulder hit a wall 3/4 lifted, but still, that’s farther than its been for I don’t know how many weeks.

Book was ordered. I shipped it. I didn’t charge enough for postage so griped and then life dropped a toonie at our feet for my troubles. I tell you, it’s hard to keep a good kvetch going sometimes.

Let there be light and there was and it was good: the basement window which was boarded over when we got our place has now been unboarded and it admits light and air. That brightens it up down there.

Halloos received from a few friends. That’s rather nice.

Oh, and

sugary top by Pearl Pirie on 500px.com

Muffins in the mailbox. That sure never happened in condo life. In a condo it had all the isolation of being a hermit and none of the advantages of quiet or privacy. Being on the ground again has all kinds of unexpected perks like new lovely neighbours.

Sister Teresa of Proces Constituent in Catalan Spain is thinking of bigger boxes that better social policy and more self-determination can fit in.

The Ottawa Public Library has another lineup of poetry workshops

Oh, and I’ve been reminded that not everyone is on twitter or FB and the blogs go where some of them don’t. It’s kind of counterintutive since there’s more interaction at the FB and Twitter but yes, I should mention here as well, a recording of Literary Landscape is archived at my author site.

That caught was thanks to plan C: the recording by Hubby At Home Manoeuvre. Not much of the time, not the majority of the time, but every now and then, intentions turn out. How about that.


I like the sentiment of the quote below, even if it’s kind of right and wrong. Expecting perfection and professional to be synonymous and that there is a place where one’s learning and curiosity stops while skills keep right on going seems misguided and not entirely benign. At the same time, much is lost by giving up too soon, by “good enough” and starting to call it in. And everything is a skill. Learning itself and teaching are skills. All is acquired. Even, I’ve heard, patience.

Quote: “Amateurs practice until they get it right; professionals practice until they can’t get it wrong” ~ quote investigator says a variant of it went to 1902 to school superintendent George W. Loomis

13 Sep 2013, 5:18pm
General Ottawa Poets
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Seasons, Squirrels and Spreading the Gospel of Haiku

fading blossom
How quickly time passes. Sweater and jacket weather already.

Time’s irregular flow is exacerbated by the bucking weather. One day cold, one day hot humid and monsoon rains.

By Tuesday, it felt it should be Friday already, and today feels like Wednesday. Or Sunday, depending on which hour of the day I look at.

A correction to the last post. It seems the “mouse house” we found was of the other rodent. The weaver was a squirrel, or rather, a pair of squirrels, one silver, one black who are packing up due to the new air conditioning of us removing boards.

mint cookie
A cookie for us not the squirrels. What else for us?

John Brandi in Hindi and Punjabi
To see at least: John Brandi in Hindi and Punjabi

John Brandi in Hindi and Punjabi
The Punjabi Haiku Forum is a group is haiku enthusiasts who are translating the form for the Indian market. They have made this translation, as well as a children’s haiku anthology and a primer. They are copyleft so the word can spread. No cost to buy and no penalty to reproduce so long as you don’t sell it for profit.

Ottawa resident Amarjit Tiwana – here with his wife and our friend Angelee at the fall haiku meeting – is locally organizing donations of haiku text to start a library in the Punjab area. For several years he has run Haiku Punjabi and he started a FB group for haiku in that language. It has 1700 members.

Several years ago there was one book on haiku in Punjabi and he had translated the masters, personally funding its printing and distribution to schools. Amarjit’s printed thousands and taken them to schools and universities. Now about 20 haiku books have been printed in Punjabi and new poets are rising as they gain access to knowing it exists.

Imagine if one is a natural haiku poet in a long lyric community. Or one would be a gifted visual poet but all around is only spoken word or visa versa. It is of benefit to the whole world for one individual to learn what they can learn.

fall KaDo group 2013
Here’s the whole KaDo group at the fall meeting.

“in the mirror
my father stands erect—
hides his walking stick”

~ Amarjit Sathi Tiwana, KaDo meeting broadsheet from Sept 11, 2013

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