My Penis Take 2 ‘IT HURTS! I screamed “MY PENIS HURTS!! “Why?” asked the nurse in ICU at KGH. “You’ve left my catheter in now for five days straight! You need to take it out, to take me to Physio!” “Not necessarily. Let’s look. Oh God! Not a very nice sight is it. Let’s check
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MY PENIS
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P IS FOR PISSING and PROCRASTINATION
KYVIV PEEING STATUES from Wikimedia commons from Piecers of my Mind/My Body in parts MY PENIS take 2 for Andy Suknaski, my first encounter with a writer-in-residence at the University of Manitoba. I went to pee outside, in a trough leading to a hole in the wood portion of our fenced pasture, happy to pee
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A is for abjection in my Abject Alphabet project by me, the mad phonetician. “A Poem of Pears” is a homage to Robert Kroetsch and his “Sketches of a Lemon” and his book The Sad Phonetician , which I was privileged to hear him read alive. There are a lot of alphabet poems recently the
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O is for oxygen
SWEET OXYGEN BLUES I find it hard to breathe (I tell you) I find it hard to breathe I find it hard to breathe (Lord lord) why is it so hard to breathe The words come heavy My words come hard say say My words come heavy with what little breath I breathe I find
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RUMINATIONS* luddle luddle luddle my Saturday goes closing my eyes holding my nose luddle luddle ludle my Saturday goes. ~ the more I stand the taller I am backyard neighbours growing weed the more I stand the more I see/d ~ hallucinations our topic for today never quite certain I fall to my knees
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ON ABJECTION
“I am abject, that is mortal and speaking” Powers of Horror, An essay on Abjection, Julia Kristeva, Columbia University Press, New York, 198 “I am abject, that is mortal and speaking”[1] I actually met Julia Kristeva in Toronto the day the Blue Jays won the world series. Her texts, translated in to English, (I know
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DIPPING A BUCKET IN COLD WATER
I have been NO I am writing MANIFESTOS. I like to figure 5 is enough. Remember before capital letters were promoted to uppercase in keeping with the type room and styling type. Never you mind! I am up to five manifestos, would easily seem to be enough. Listem. Breathe, Suffer, Desire, Suffer, and Love. PERSIST
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GRACE NICKEL
A wound gives off its own light surgeons say.” Anne Carson, The Beauty of the Husband. I met Grace Nickel behind my back. Five vessels, shorter vases perhaps, under plexiglass to keep the gorgeous ceramics safely in view, rested on the credenza in my Manitoba Arts Council office. I met many fine artists, high and
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A selection from my Archives!
THE LETTER-WRITER “If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me,” thought Moses Herzog. Some people thought he was cracked and for a time he himself had doubted that he was all there. But n0w, though he still behaved oddly, he felt confident, cheerful, clairvoyant and strong. He had fallen under a
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In the angel’s mind there are no angels that stop
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