BEGINNING AGAIN I have been writing the Abject Alphabet since the 1980s, after Kroetsch’s Sad Phoenician, I must be the Mad Phoenician I thought. I met Julia Kristeva when she was promoting a novel which I’ve since given away. I discovered my friend Peter Dueck (rhymes with dew ick) was in Toronto for national meetings as I
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The Mad Phoenician Meets Julia Kristeva
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IF I WAS
JIMMY BANG’S IF I WAS BLUES If I were a sniper I would shoot myself in the mirror. If I were a stripper I would take all your clothes off with a bump and grind. If I were a spy I would let you know where I am. If I were a sinner I would
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PEAR SEASON
Quotation If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself. If you want to know the theory and methods of revolution, you must take part in revolution. All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience. Mao
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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me
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POWER OUTTAGE
Yesterday was tough, my first words something to the effect. “I’m signing out. I’m out of service as of now!” Then the internet went down. Similar to Linus who goes out and it is raining and he says the usual “Rain rain go away, come again another day!” The rain stops, all of it, he
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MANIFESTOS
BREATHE Breathe. Deeply, hold it for three beats, exhale. Repeat. Three times. Breathing we all learned in choir, and when I was taking trumpet lessons, I was told how to stand properly and draw my breath from my balls. He was a Canadian Forces band leader. Our Mennonite choir director had more acceptable words for
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Remember when we say we can never step into the same river twice we acknowledge neither the river or ourselves, are the same changing every moment of every day. My brain has come, is coming, will come apart any moment since I was poisoned by an “addictionist” last July 19. I know, I say, our
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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
July 14, 2023 FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though
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TIME IN MY HANDS
“I am more of an existentialist the closer I am to running out of existence.” HE said. Today is Thursday my computer tells me so. My colonoscopy is scheduled for Monday, the day after my wife Michelle has her MRI of her brain and her spine. Wonder of wonders LOOK show has a few more
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TURNIP
When I am getting frustrated, impatient to find something, and the harder I look the harder it is to find I use the expression,. with a big sigh, “It’ll Turnip” Right now I’m looking for voice recordings for Amy at ACCESS Radio. I have lots, we have lots. Can I find any, no. I hope
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