SCENE ONE! (I can smear the snickering already. Make that hear. I will check each line by line, or not. As dementia sinks in, I am dismayed how much how quickly of brains “braininess” is ripped out. ) I signed up for an academic.edu class, The time It was to begin was written as 1:00
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FISH IN THE SEA
NO-ONE TALKS TO ME because I’m deaf, fat, crippled, morally corrupted whenever I touch myself when I should be touching you got nothing to lord, but the sin. I’m going to make it up those pictures in my head projected from that part of me as unreliable as a fishhook past its depth and me
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RENOVATIONS
I had a vivid dream. I was invited to go to the consecration of the new Glenlea Mennonite church. The place was packed and I had just been dropped off with a ride on call later in the afternoon, if they were so kind to offer lunch. They weren’t nor was there even a church
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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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NOTHING TO SEE willowy orthopedist tends to (me) black and white film negatives (screen)racked and raised, poised above my caregiver draws my orthopedist’s attention A flash of interest, then look goes pro swivels her gaze to my power chair looks at me differently now maybe figures I come from money exploiting my caregiver or the system pro
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LOOK OUT
EYE TO I My difference roots around behind my eyes what I see and you don’t is your loss with a sniff the mattress across the hall opens like I imagine clamshell opens with a touch of the sea and choreography contemporary to me but unleashes your contempt unfurling your curling lip, sharp tongue and
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Last Night I Dreamed I Was Two-Faced
Last night I dreamed I was a reluctant lieutenant in the Russian Army in Moscow in WW2. I was a two sided personality, a toady that always seemed to comply with every order to give me latitude to steal the art works that were being “saved” from cities under siege. Nobody really knew what I
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DREAM
I have a large section of Dreams going to the Archives, but there are several floaters not pinned to the page yet. Like this one. I am seated at a lengthy concert in a building older (but not the) than the concert hall, but with more leg room than Pantages’s or the Walker.
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I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau
Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers,
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Dream from the archives. Doctor explaining the pain in my back. Images by Murray Toews.
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