Monday, April 23, 2007

The melting poet

I don't know what I am doing with poetry.
I don't know why I can't write this looong essay that's already overdue.
I will miss my boyfriend when he goes away for three weeks to Florida.
I have to arrange a job interview this week, sign my tax forms, arrange an out-of-province application for school, buy cat food, buy people food, finish my laundry, pay my car registration (that is 8 months overdue. I dread the late fees), send a thank-you letter for my recent bursary award, send a thank-you letter for my recent English essay award, reformat my computer (damn virus), exercise (it's been a month!), re-sole my shoes (kidding), redo resume for job interview Wednesday, work for professor at least 6 hours by Friday, feed the cats, refill bird feeders on back patio, send in passport application, return library books, mail dress to 6-month old niece, arrange appointments to rent room by next SUNDAY.

I can do it. I am a melting poet.

all you can eat is cheaper
all you can want

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Artie Gold Reading

Memorial gathering for poet Artie Gold, 1947-2007

April 14th, 7 pm
The Word Book Store
469 Milton Ave. 514-845-5640

Monday, April 09, 2007

I just love it when "poets" use their "poetry" to send messages of disdain toward the one or the many.

Poets SPEAK THE TRUTH. Get over yourselves and out with it.

It also thrills me to take a poetry workshop where only "types" of poetry are considered "good" poetry. Imagine a poem without a "form". Oh my God! It's formless! I don't understand it! It must be crap! No, don't bother reading up on it. Don't dare invest in scholarship. Why, ignorance is bliss.

"the combination of wonder and astonishment always proves superior the merely persuasive and pleasant"

"Hyperbaton... is an arrangement of words or thoughts which differs from the normal sequence... it is a very real mark of urgent emotion"

Longinus, On Sublimity

Fuck you, "poetry academia"

Thursday, April 05, 2007

I had a great day.

I finished the three essays I had to do for yesterday and today, handed them in on time, and am still awake, godamnit. Can't sleep because I'm still wired.

I made a dress two weeks ago (still needs some work, but you get the idea. Thinking of adding a sash across the bustline). Added some little stars to the bottom with black ink and a star stamp sent to me by my beloved German friend Eva (now in fabulous London).

I got a book today (Ancient Literary Criticism: The Principal Texts in New Translations, by M. Winterbottom and D. A. Russell) my sweetie ordered for me for my birthday. I am in love with this book. It is BRILLiant.

Also got about 10-15 FREE books. Our Classics department Lounge (where all us geeks hang out) was stacked with someone's clean-up of extra great books I've been meaning to get at some point. Thanks David!

I had a fantastic talk today. "You may feel rage for awhile". I feel relief.

My apartment looked like a tornado threw up. Cleaning the majority of it. Listening to Prince. It's snowing. "Sometimes it Snows in April" has been one of my favorite songs since I was 13 and had a crush on the church rocknroll electric guitar rebel boy. Hi Tracey.

I'm older. And it's okay.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Recent Mail

Received Jessica Smith's Foursquare in the mail. Love the concept and sewn jacket pockets the poems come in. Feels real, special. Enjoyed how the poems selected for this one all seemed to compliment the other, and even a tiny review at the back! Nice work! I'll be applying for a subscription when they come up again.

Such lovely work, small, so small. Smaller than I'd imagined. And if you don't believe me, here are the pictures to prove it:

Done one essay, on to the other two. First, to sleep.

Monday, April 02, 2007

"for pleasure must be stolen, and not forced upon us; pleasure follows the will"

Edmund Burke
AHHHH I'm writing three essays, one due tomorrow, two on Wednesday!!! INSANITY!!!

Here's a poem (download it). Whatever.

Time to meditate. No time to meditate. I can't make up my mind.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Just sent in my submission for the Contemporary Verse 2 Two-Day Poem Contest thing.

I wrote about an apiary. There's trouble with them bees of late. I'd like to eat food grown in my own backyard, not China's. We need to save the bees.
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