yesterday, i discovered marco sturm and i share a birthday. today, i discover alfred jarry and i share a birthday. (thanks, laurie!)
Archive for December, 2005
gregory betts is teaching a course this semester at u of t on contemporary canadian poetry, and he’s taking a rather novel approach. to help his students get a sense of contemporary poetry and some of the literary communities in which canadian poets circulate, he’s mandating an interview assignment. students will be encouraged to interview one poet, based on a list of poets who’ve agreed to participate. i think this is a really neat idea.
i chatted with conor about it, and he told me judith rudikoff at york has a similar conceit for her fourth year playwriting course, where the students interview canadian playwrights. at the course’s end, the interviews are published in anthology format. conor said the anthology makes for fascinating reading.
a jolt of unexplainable excitement coursed through me as marco sturm‘s name was announced at a recent leafs vs. bruins game. marco. marco sturm! the exsturminator! turns out we share a birthday (year and all), but not locale (he was born in dingolfing; me, not so much). that explains the unexplainable.
many ideas intersecting. may write collection of poems using the technical vocabulary of various dances, poems to be structured around blocked-out choreography.
in may-or-may-not-be related thinking, should i apply for this?
softball was an oft-encouraged activity during my youth. dad coached both the girls’ and boys’ softball teams for whom my brother and i played. i pitched a few years, and then graduated to first basewoman. when walking the toronto parks during summer in my neighbourhood, i feel a twinge of sport-longing when i see teams hittin’ the ball.
the passion for softball comes from my dad’s side of the family. my grandpa lives in la jolla and plays 2nd base on a senior men’s softball team called the central valley legends. he’s over 80! in a recent tournament, the legends competed with the die-hards. grandpa got two triples, and scored two runs! after a successful tourny run, they competed against the relics in the finals and beat them after a difficult game. grandpa scored a run and had a double.
last wednesday, the sault star ran an article on my assorted literary activities. haven’t seen it yet, but i received hellos from a long-lost high school peer, which i thought novel.
a new indie bookstore in the sault also contacted me! the sault’s notorious for having 3 coles’ bookstores and the occasional used bookstore, so i was super thrilled to learn of the new store, called uppercase bookstore and located at 508 queen st. e. in sault ste. marie. if you’re in the sault and looking for copies of shift & switch, go there!!
ryan henderson from elliott lake has set out to circumnavigate the globe without use of flight. this intrigues me, ’cause he’s my age and attended a secondary school in my district up north. we would have been rival schools, were it possible to foster rivalry between small schools with so much distance between them (a 2-hr drive). ryan’s website will track the trip.
the site also notes that he spent much time on john’s island, a fun camping island in lake huron. i have two memories of john’s island. #1: grade six class trip, we spent three days there with two grade 8 classes from the sault. within the first two hours of arriving, we went swimming. i ran into the shallow water, anticipating its continued deepening, and dove. dove right into a shoal. sand-scraped the hell out of my face. i emerged from the water–bloody, sandy, and screaming. needless to say, i was not the most popular creature that trip. #2: summer post-grade 10, i went sailing with a lovely family. we cruised by john’s island during a crazy storm. i’ve only sailed a few times, and i absolutely *love* it. i’m a bit of a fearful creature when it comes to danger, but the exhilaration i feel sailing far outstrips any fear i feel.
anchor. ballast fore hull luff. spoondrift starboard. wake!
i’m revisiting caroline bergvall’s keynote address “What do we mean by Performance Writing?“; i find it such a pleasurable essay to read.
karen solie’s new book of poetry, modern and normal, sprinkles familiar, jocular phrases throughout some of her poems. no way! the book’s comprised of many sections, and each section kicks off with a found poem. right on. ready-made text? if you say so. then, the poems that follow contain dense (read: thick) lyricism, curious film noir snapshots, ready-made phrases, cliches, eh?
when i read the book, i loved the breathing room these phrases provided, their toss-away familiarity nestled against estranged lyric. oh my god! never mind.