fellow northern ontarian vincent ponka reviews wide slumber for broken pencil.
“When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean; neither more nor less.”
“See how weak prose is…. Presently I shall go to a bar and there one or two poets will speak to me and I to them and we will try to destroy each other or attract each other and nothing will happen because we will be speaking in prose.”
this week’s literary events have eluded me for reasons of family, distance, and assorted busy-ness. if you attended, participated in, or organized any of the following events, i’d adore a recap of what was hot in talk and text: helsinki poetics conference, calgary blow-out, and test reading series.
if you’re in toronto tonight and care to brave the neon and concrete of dundas square, come to scream in the square. gregory betts has organized the hell out of this event, which he fondly subtitles “soundubnuos.” the event will feature lillian allen, gary barwin, and paul dutton. ciara adams, conor green, and i will read from wide slumber.
FEMALE VOICE: “The truth is people are pushed around by two men who move all the bodies on earth into patterns that please them.”
MALE VOICE: “I love my mind when it is fucking the cracks of events.”
MALE VOICE: “What I give to all the people who do not want to live with me is arithmetic.”
FEMALE VOICE: “Everyday, I do nothing important because I am scared blank and lazy. But then the men come. I put my mouth on them. I spit and write with the wet.”
MALE VOICE: “I was not born live. This body grew but I did not feel cells split.”
“Even a potato in a dark cellar has a certain low cunning about him which serves him in excellent stead.”
“If there’s no soul in the music, it’s because no one put it there; it’s not the tool’s fault.”
“Dance is an art in space and time. The object of the dancer is to obliterate that.”
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