Though seriously, Fox? Fox?
Okay, actually no, can't put Glee and Cabaret in the same sentence. But it is fun.
"Cryptic without being particularly interesting, stricken with various political and linguistic theories, and barren of the sort of grace one typically looks to poetry to provide, it’s all too easy to take a pass on."
...technology makes the tiniest windows of time entertaining, and potentially productive. But scientists point to an unanticipated side effect: when people keep their brains busy with digital input, they are forfeiting downtime that could allow them to better learn and remember information, or come up with new ideas.I love technology. Really, I do. But I can't quite believe the hours we all spend Tweeting back and forth. Myself included. When I recall that for years I wouldn't have cable in my house because I didn't want to be a consumer of culture but rather a producer, it all seems so quaint.
Enbridge has closed off Line 6B, a pipe with 190,000 barrels of capacity, since a late July rupture sent 19,500 barrels of crude leaking into Michigan’s Kalamazoo River. In so doing, it has shut off an important sales valve for Western Canadian crude and triggered an escalating set of problems.Save the last pristine watershed in British Columbia. This is a no-brainer. Very nice to see people outside of the Terrace/Kitimat area talking about this. The area needs development. It has needed development since the 1970s but it's been a slow downward spiral in population since then and an upward climb in unemployment rates. The kind of perfect storm for a large multinational to come in and develop with very little resistance.
Not only has the Alberta oil patch been forced to juggle barrels through a limited network of jammed pipe, it is now also contending with prices that have dropped substantially, eroding profitability across a broad swath of the industry.
"It makes me feel that being human is a good thing. Being human--and even just being the way I am--I'm not completely alone."and later "I guess. I guess it makes me feel like we're all okay somehow." [starts to cry]
"How does poetry cause that feeling?"This small book manages to be several things at once: a journey, a meditation, an inquiry, a mystery, a document looking at its shoes.
"I don't know."
I feel for the lamp and it's gone. Black is missing.Anis Shivani might have a hard time appreciating this little text. I don't. It's associative. It relies on your store house of images. Reaches inside, or melds with the reader's hard drive, ticking new connections at a pleasing pace. If perhaps you don't have the same imagery stored in your head as Greenstreet does, you can make your own connections.
The red has a point but no lead.
When I think of people, I always think of you.I do want to piece things together. I do want to think of you, and know you, dear reader, dear poet. The seams are in order. They proceed quite logically toward a moment of staring at my shoes. Or maybe yours, as the word turns. "I would alter little things in everybody's story," Greenstreet's penultimate line warns. Then "These are all the questions I have."
A drive, a death, a conversation.
Putting my weakest books to the wall last night I came across a copy of "Howard's End" and had a look into it. But it's not good enough. EM Forster never gets any further than warming the teapot. He's a rare fine hand at that. Feel this teapot. Is it not beautifully warm? Yes, but there ain't going to be no tea.Or, as Woolf says in her review (printed at the back) "We feel we are watching a mind which is alone with itself..." or "Katherine Mansfield about Katherine Mansfield." Also bought The Montana Stories, but haven't dipped into those yet. Two other titles made it into the bag including a 19th Century novel by a young woman, Amy Levy, offering a critique to the London world represented in Daniel Deronda by George Eliot.
I, for one, applaud this move of YOURS. 'Twill be more like the "old days" a "dialogue" between the writer and the reader ... a revival of letter/e-mail, one-to-one writing/thinking and maybe will lead to some productioning (?)A little space between digestion and response. I said earlier that I thought the right response to a great poem is probably another great poem--I think the same might be true for a post. More thought rather than expressing one's anger, or frustration, or the "good post" thing which as we all know, isn't useful. I offer my critique of the comment stream with my own engagement included. The less I say publicly the happier I am these days. But I think that rather than embrace silence, it's about choosing the appropriate venue for one's response to a given situation. This has long been a concern for me. I don't regret my years of blogging at all, they helped develop a thick skin to better deflect the invectives while allowing me to craft a public persona. Very important. But in general, I can't say that engaging in comments has done much for me. I have done it, again a fact I've stated often, mostly because I am so weary of the bulk of these comment discussions being so very male, but no more for me. They take so much time and energy, and emotional energy too, taking in the constant high-emotion content: everyone is sensitive, everyone reacting as if this post, this one post, is indicative of a crisis of some magnitude...it's too much.