‘The moment you tell someone you are sick, an element of doubt enters the conversation.” Source? KEEP THE RECORD STRAIGHT Nowhere does it say, “He almost died.” Let me fill that in for you.”I nearly died.”Ask anyone in ICU at 4 in the morning on Pandosy Street, and hour privileged by poets most famously by
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DEAD OR ALIVE
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QUOTE FROM A DEAD WRITER
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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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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MAKING MANIFESTOS
I’ve declared making is the best job in the world. Manifestos have returned with a vengeance. Time I published some of mine! Here’s the shortest by way of Marie- Claire Blais who died recently. I’m remembering a quote already revised once into English from Songs for Angel. pain desires revenge, With any luck I’ll have
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The Ballad of the Children of the Czar
About my blog I will post anything and everything that pops into my head as often as I can, appropriate from my thinking. This is the most likely spot for He was the kind of guy, jokes, quotations, journal and diary entries. It is born free, as free as the wind blows (remember) which way?
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Poets’ Poker Night in Regina
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Innocence (i. Introduction)
The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth Said, “Little creature, form’d of Joy and Mirth, “Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.” Auguries of Innocence By William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
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Doing, Not Being, There
Waiting I’ve submitted my new poetry manuscript Music For Men Over Fifty: Songs of Love and Surgery, being called Love and Surgery for short. Now as the song goes “Waiting is the hardest part,” I’m also waiting for a prosthesis, first measurements on Friday at Lawson Prosthetic, 610 Ellice Ave. in Winnipeg. I’m also waiting
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“Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him.”[1] [1] Alphonse Daudet, La doulou: (la douleur), 1887-1895 (Paris: Librairie de France, 1930) p. 16; Julian Barnes (ed. and trans.) In the Land of Pain (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2002) p. 19.
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Passages: Three Dead Men In A Drunken Boat
Robert Lowell and Hank William dance with Field Commander Cohen A bad black and white movie, this dying in the back bench seat of a yellow New York taxi cab. Robert Trail Spence Lowell without the heart for the trip home, tips his head on his hoary chest, frees his depressed nuerons to collide with
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