Word of the Day and Match Up

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This was the line-up last night at the MNP reading, though not in this order. Clockwise from top left: Rhett Soveran, Dan Tysdal, Kris Brandhagen and lastly, me.

Reminder



MNP Reading Series #201

Friday Jan 6/06

Mysteria 2706 13th Ave
7:30 pm

Readers:

Kris Brandhagen
Rhett Soveran
Dan Tysdal
Tracy Hamon

Join us for some lively poetry and refreshments.

Hiccups

…are what I’ve been dealing with for the last hour or so. I don’t normally get them, but when I do they last a long time. Everyone has a cure, but tonight I’ve sat at my computer writing and my computer couldn’t care less. In fact, this is one thing I feel certain I’m alone in trying to cure. Funny, but I’ve never realised the extent a writer is alone until I’m faced with a case of the hiccups. And there is this: the struggle with trying to end this state quietly, simply. Also funny: it’s just the hiccups (but in my mind it’s always something bigger, what if it’s this, or this, or even just simply this…). What then? Hiccups make us mortal. Or is that immortal? Actually, who can tell when the screen keeps rising, and, just as suddenly, setting? Or is that settling? Or simply it is all this: unsettling.

Writers wining

…not whining. What we balanced back and forth were ideas. The length of conversation a tight-rope of our curiosity. There were 3 of us–I had another picture, but for some reason it won’t upload– parking our words in a lounge on a Monday night. The big question we chewed on: is there a difference in Western Canadian writing and Eastern Canadian writing? Not that we think there is, but does landscape make a difference in writing style/technique? Or is it a product of the teacher/student, which might be a product of the environment/place? Or is it all a part of the individual style and what the writer wants to read/write? What does the reader want? Does that influence the writing? Enquiring minds wanted to talk.
Shelley Banks and Annette Bower

Leftovers

As I’m eating them from my fridge, I’m thinking about all the other “stuff” that has been leftover from last year that I must get to this year–besides all the editing. I’m thinking about the numerous stories I’ve started and want to finish, and the myriad of fresh poems I should continue to cook. Like leftovers, I’m wondering if these pieces of text will eventually rot in the head? Maybe by the time I get to them they will have grown six inches of mold on their words. (This reminds me of the clamato juice at the back of the fridge in the cardboard box–how do you tell when it’s moldy in the box when you can’t see through the box?)

I keep thinking I’ll have time somewhere in the future to do this writing. Maybe my resolution this year should be to make resolutions. (Usually I don’t–they seem confining and then I just want to break them).

On another note, I’ve found Lisa Roberston‘s work very stimulating in the past year, esp. The Weather, but I also came across some Ted Berrigan with links to some sonnets. There’s something about the personal/confessional brashness of Berrigan that intrigues me.

And in searching, I also came across some work by Rachel Blau DuPlessis. I had only read academic essays of hers until recently. I find her work interesting, in a way similar to that of Robertson, although I think I find Roberston’s freshness–unlike leftovers– more appealing to my taste, whatever that is.