Writing consumes writers. No end of ones better than I am have said as much. The passion hurts relationships. I think off and on about people I love, but I think about writing all the time. Writing is hard, or everyone would do it.* By Peter Schjeldahl. I am feeling Quiltly (ha ha ha)
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PROSPECTING
The two stanzas below were found among the papers of Jimmy Bang since deceased. There are several unnamed poems which seem to be written in German or Germlish and using translation program back to English, back and forth like a really good game of horseshoes, a real kick in the pants. I lift my match light my cigarette
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FOUND PROSPECTING
TOO DISTURBED 2.0 Warning: Shit abounds. Let me tell you, I can’t find shit. Ok, I’ve found shit, I remember the joke what’s warm and brown and crawls up your leg~ homesick shit. Should have told that to the furious nurse when I was lying in mine, abjection like Kristeva writes, Cast Off! I may
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EAT MORE PEARS
DID you know pears have more fibre than apples, and that’s saying a lot. Here’s a film I wrote and produced, that will not remind you of fibre, lovingly shot byKevin Nikkel, starring Eliandre Nikkel, a rare gem. Jim Van Dusen reached my word with ÉLAN! Kevin Cockle and Jay Taylor wrote and performed the “wait
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Looking for Look Shrapnel in sight
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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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P is for Pear from The Abject Alphabet
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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FILED UNDER P IN THE ABJECT ALPHABET (A.A.)
POSTURE I am sitting with good posture. My feet bare flat on the grownup. I notice a blister or a boil developing on my ass, a distraction. Sit up and the food will go down, swallowing is observed Tools for eating will not catch a fish but can turn it to mush. I am seriously
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THE LETTER I
I is for injury, for interloper, for infatuation, for imagination. I is for Indigenous, independent and influential. I is for India, infidel, for Icarus in flight. I is my personal pronoun, except when I’m plural, which has been happening a lot lately, CGI or no CGI, I am mostly me. Whatever I am or is,
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THE LETTER F
F The dirtiest letter. Bite your lip ‘til it bleeds.Say Fuck! Fatigue: Anemia of the spirit. Forgiveness: Impossible love. Fun: What I don’t know.
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