Sunday, September 26, 2010
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 30
University of Victoria afternoon TBA
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 5:
Vancouver Launch of The Porcupinity of the Stars
with Elizabeth Bachinsky and Jordan Scott
Spartacus Books, 684 Hastings Street East
Spartacus Phone Number: 604.688.6138
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 6:
The Olive Reading Series
Leva Cappuccino Bar, 11053 86th Avenue
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 7:
Flywheel Reading Series
Pages on Kensington, 1135 Kensington Road NW
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 8
University of Lethbridge Afternoon TBA
Acoustic Owl Lounge
411 3 Avenue South
Thursday, October 14
Coach House Fall Launch
783 College St.
Jonathon Ball, Gary Barwin, Jon Paul Fiorentino, Jonathan Goldstein, Dorothy Eleen Palmer, Gail Scott.
Monday, October 18
Small Presses at the Starlight Lounge
featuring Gary Barwin, Dorothy Ellen Palmer, Natalee Caple, Evie Christie, Sheila Heti and George Murray
October 18, 2010
Starlight Lounge, 47 King Street North
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Gary Barwin and Emily Schultz
St. Clair/Silverthorn Library Reading
1748 St. Clair Ave. W.
Thursday, October 21
Gary Barwin, Roy Kempton and James Pickersgill
Thursday, October 21st
66 King Street East
Saturday, November 6
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Book Blender: Poetry/Fiction/Multimedia.
2:00 pm - 4:00 pm: Karl Jirgens, moderator.
Gary Barwin, Louis Cabri, Frank Davey, Adam Dickinson, Karl Jirgens.
Art Gallery of Windsor
401 Riverside Dr W
Windsor, ON N9A 7C5, Canada
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
There is a font called "2nd Amendment" on the site fontpark.net. Aside from the mind-boggling political/constitutional aspect of a font created out of guns (the right to bear italic arms?) there is something very unsettling about translating a text into firepower. I took the poem "Gun Lips" from my new collection The Porcupinity of the Stars and set it in this militant font.
Readers now can look down the barrel of my poetic gun. Could the poem be summarized by totalling the arsenal of its letters? Could we play one poem against the other on the basis of firepower? Did I just write this poem as a deterrent, and never intend to use any of those letters 'for real'?
The first time I posted this poem, along with a picture of a 'mini-gun', I received (and indeed continue to receive) more visits to this blog than for any other posting. I won't ever take this poem on an airplane. I'll keep it away from kids. I'll make sure that, in case this poem goes off ill advisedly, I'll store the meaning separately from the text.
Capitals point the other way.
Be careful with letters.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Lovely video for Mark Dunn's new book, Ghost Music. I especially like the submerged Underwood at the end. Could there be such a thing as a drift-typewriter, or typewriter-glass, the letters made smooth by the current, the keys buffetted by fish? It takes a school to raise a Hamlet. An Underwater, not an Underwood.
The son took his guitar and travelled to another city. In his basement room, the mother found a crow sleeping under his blanket, its head resting on his white pillow. It wouldn’t join the family for meals. It wouldn’t walk the dog or take out the trash. At night, the father heard the thrumming of this new son’s wings as it circled the low sky of the basement. My brother continues to be an opportunistic omnivore, the sister said noticing the remains of diverse vegetables, animals, and grains in dishes discovered about the house. Early morning, the younger brother heard his new brother’s creaking voice talking on his cellphone, found strange garments in the laundry. There were shiny things in the living room. A broach. A watch. A glass eye. They could hear zither music after school, its tintinnabulation delicate as mouse bones, as tiny and as sad.
Later, the old brother came home with a beard.
My eldest son, Ryan, is in Ottawa. He just moved away from home and started university last week. But the above little piece couldn't refer to him. He's already got a beard. But, he does have a fantastic website featuring his brilliant pedal steel guitar and other guitar playing.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
poemicstrip exploring the intersection between conventions in the comic strip form and poetry. His recent Call for Participation sent me to my notebooks. The above are a few little pieces that I came across while looking for some appropriate work to send him. The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th are sketches for something that I created to send to 'archliver' (cf. archive, archiver, archivist) Geof Huth. Interesting how a comic strip is like a notebook, each pane a severed page, your eyes doing the work that a book asks of fingers.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
THE UNIVERSE WITHOUT CHAIRS
three men sit upon the last chair in the world
some kind of Cerebus of laps
one man on a chair
the other two, the other’s chair
this universe, then another.
a chair that doesn’t exist
a wood-eating woman tells a joke
distracts the the chairs
in our bodies, the idea for chair
a rich purple drawn from the mucus of snails
the wood of chairs
what joke does she tell?