tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61019842012-02-02T08:59:33.444-05:00* Concerning all things Contemporary: Poetry, Visual Arts & Letters * More bite than bark since 2005 *Lemon Houndhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339211884645310602noreply@blogger.comBlogger20771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-30037468845221918002012-02-02T08:59:00.000-05:002012-02-02T08:59:33.533-05:00

Can we say the more conceptual a poem the closer it gets to art? Can we say there is a precise moment in which conceptual writing became an art form. Or when conceptual art bled into writing, or poetry in particular? What might the differences between east and west coast conceptualists be? Or, is there any way we can trace influences over time and geography? Michael Turner seems to be one who is

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Thinking about Uranium in Canada in preparation for tonight's reading with Peter van Wyck and Julie Salverson. 7:30 at the York Amphitheatre, EV Building, Concordia University.

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Flirrup and stir your poesy. Thanks to Christian Bok. Christian's twitter feed is reason enough to sign up and Tweet.

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I wish I could see this version of Top Girls. We discussed the play in my Introduction to Creative Writing class today and it made me want to stage it myself...if I had time for such things (and no, I am not rereading it to prepare for the Thatcher movie...). Once I assigned the text I was worried that it wouldn't be relevant, but alas, it is still very relevant in so many ways. Or, is that

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Say no to oil through the northern corridor. Most beautiful place on earth. So much more to do to develop this area in a sustainable way. Really, really hope the first nations can stick together and say no to this and yes to other forms of development...

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MOUTH: . . . . out . . . into this world . . . this world . . . tiny little thing . . . before its time . . . in a godfor– . . . what? . . girl? . . yes . . . tiny little girl . . . into this . . . out into this . . . before her time . . . godforsaken hole called . . . called . . . no matter . . . parents unknown . . . unheard of . . . he having vanished . . . thin air . . . no sooner buttoned up

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Have to add this version by Holly Cole. Quite a different kettle of notes.

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Sometime Lemon Hound contributor derek beaulieu 1115 / 2:47: Pages from Emma Rouleau on Vimeo.

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NZW: The timeline for Project Rebuild has been incredibly compressed. I first heard of the project at the beginning on July 6th , and a physical version of the project, the book Rebuild, was launched at the Pilot on September 7th, a mere two months after the original invitations to renovate were sent out. What was it like working under such a compressed timeline? How was a book produced so

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Embedded in our current moment is the unique opportunity to interrogate the manner in which we conceive of what it means to read. A materiality that was once self-evident - i.e., you read a book, or a sign, or a magazine - in the relationship between a text and the act of reading has receded into the ephemeral cloud of digital storage and display. Engagement with a text, and indeed any solid

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This one is going to be amazing. And for the record, we have already partially lined up our readers and laid out the themes of next semester's readings. Stay tuned for that. Concordia has it all going on with the reading series. Between Synapse, Writers Read, and The Pilot...oh, and we are big fans of The Atwater Series as well. Are you curious about what happens at Synapse? Take a listen to a

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DECEPTIVELY CONTAINED: Davis Photo by THEO COTELydia Davis breakShort story writer Lydia Davis, a direct literary descendant of post-modernist great Donald Barthelme, reads at Concordia’s York Amphitheatre (1515 Ste-Catherine W.) this Friday, Nov. 4, 7:30 Concordia’s Writers Read series. The 2003 MacArthur fellow, whose collected stories were published in 2009, is a writer’s writer, as is often

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Absolute obsession

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If you're in Toronto come out to the Coach House launch at the dance cave on Bloor.

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For Michael Nardone. The next Synapse reading will have a real mic stand. Promise. Michael Nardone's piece was incredible, by the way. I did my best not to respond as the lines were read, but they were great. Surprising. 

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Ongoing series of Montreal shots, particularly focusing on the northeast corner of the plateau.

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October 7, 2011 7:30 p.m. BMO Amphitheatre, MB 1.210 John Molson School of Business Building 1450 Guy St., Montreal Writers Read at Concordia in collaboration with The School of Canadian Irish Studies welcomes Irish writer Roddy Doyle. One of Ireland’s most successful and accomplished contemporary writers, he has written plays, stories, children’s literature and novels, most notably The

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I've been lamenting the lack of energy in Canadian fiction of late. The pace can be glacial, the gaze insular, as if by slowing time down a writer can amplify very little and make it seem about something huge. It's not just a matter of canvas, it's a matter of perspective, and of pace. Suzette Mayr seems to understand this, and she offers up a thinking, introspective, yet fast paced novel.

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* Hordes of Writing, Chus Pato, trans. Erin Moure, Bushek/Shearsman 2011 The poet only performs in an underground garden miraculously bathed in warm sunlight & only to those who can crawl backward thru time.

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O Call For Submissions!17AUGSynapse Reading Series is looking to feature interesting, inspiring, and engaging  writing this Fall.We are looking for a well curated selection of your writing—pieces that fit with each other seamlessly, and collaborate to compliment each other. We’re accepting pieces from all genres and stages of development, as long as they portray your creative energy. We are

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No, it's not Kenny Goldsmith speaking, it's Tom McCarthy.

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Drew Gardner turned me onto Dan Deacon and googling him led me to Jen Stark... "Believer" by Jen Stark / Music by Dan Deacon from Jen Stark on Vimeo. But seriously. Looking to craft a new running playlist. Thots? So far via Twitter: @chompaway Drew Gardner @lemonhound Two words: Dan Deacon. bit.ly/pUZtcd @helenhajnoczky Helen Hajnoczky @lemonhound La Roux! youtube.com/watch?v=y7IGE5… :

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I have always had a love of architecture and design, but also carpentry, because while one can dream it, and draw it, I would also like realize that vision with my own hands. Over the years I have drawn, dreamed, and built a variety of tree forts wherever I found a little space: in patches of transitional land in suburbs such as Surrey, or in the cut line through east Van that eventually became

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Clarity is not accessibility. Accessibility is not simplistic. Brevity isn't minimalism. Oblique is often too much distance. Less is not always more. Excess is not experimental. One room needs to be in relation to the next. Quantity is not quality. Distillation takes time. Ideas in abundance are not enough. Murky is not mysterious. Language isn't firm. Words aren't sentences. Under

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For your summer viewing and imaginative pleasure. What exactly was Johnny thinking? Why do I suddenly have the urge to smoke?

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } conceptualists formal, originally uploaded by alienated.

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Sachiko Murakami investigates concepts of ownership and belonging through a spare and precise line in her second book of poetry, Rebuild (Talonbooks 2011). Dwelling, home, house, at ease, at rest, familiar, homey, homely, family, household, infill, rental, renovate, commodity, abode, investment, flip, flip, flip, knock it down, “boom crash boom crash.” “Bin that shit.” Re-start. Rebuild. Native

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Last moments, originally uploaded by lemon hound.rue Masson is a quiet street on the far north east edge of the plateau. Snapped a photo of this little corner resto just a few weeks back. While I was running actually. When

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From the Monk's House Album, 1932.

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Does Bonnie Raitt almost as good as Bonnie Raitt. Adele | I Can't Make You Love Me | Camden Roundhouse, London (07 Jun 11) from Lyanne Cameron on Vimeo.

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Rainbow as seen by Gail Scott & I from Summit Circle., originally uploaded by lemon hound.

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Genius. More here. All good. What Does it Cost to Change the World? from WikiLeaks on Vimeo via Techpresident  --The Office for Soft Architecture, La Malgache, France

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Tasty bits from the London Review of Books. --The Office for Soft Architecture, La Malgache, France

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Slowly Changed By Many People from Christopher Willes on Vimeo. Toronto composer/sound artist Christopher Willes writes about Slowly Changed By Many People I’m working on a sound installation right now that’s basically using some homemade software to stream information from twitter (based on keywords provided by the viewer(s) ) and then converting that text into sound in various ways. I like

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flababble 1 from Jaap Blonk on Vimeo. The remarkable Dutch vocalist, writer, composer, and sound poet, Jaap Blonk, has recently began exploring video. The little piece posted above is a funny and fascinating exploration of the secret performances of the face. Much of what happens in the world and in our bodies is invisible or unknowable. Slowing things down, whether through the technology of a

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Is poetry a domesticated art? Are we drowning in it? Or are we in fact not drowning enough? This is what I’m thinking as I peer out into a green ravine in the Druid Hills area of Atlanta. There is all this writing, but it seems very little gets said. And then we have the strand of thinking that says, well, it’s very difficult to say nothing very well. And no, that is not the conceptualists

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Leonard Cohen has his Tower of Song, and there’s that other famous tower, the one that didn’t contain Hank Williams: the Tower of Babel. Two towers: one of speech and one of song. But speech and song aren’t two towers, or two solitudes. Like two lungs, they are connected and sustained by the mouth. Try to sing without using consonants or vowels. You sound like a space heater. Try to speak

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SC: I feel that this book should have been prefaced with no hard feelings, eh? --an expression to put these pieces into a perfect picture- slightly hurting, slightly funny, always sincere in its sentiment. Sheryda Warrener’s Hard Feelings explores connection between people, place, and objects seamlessly throughout four very distinguishable sections, though some more humorous than others. Did you

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As a visual artist who is interested in poetry and experimental literature, bpNichol has long been a source of inspiration. "The Complete Works" from "An H In the Heart" is one of my favourite poems; I love the way it epitomizes bp's playful exploration of combinatorics, meta-literature, typography, and visual systems. In "The Complete Works (after bpNichol)", I

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Although there is a non-Marxist vibe to selecting the work of one particular student to showcase, I have selected the Domestication Handbook of a current grad student, Kristen Stone, for where it is written: at the intersection of social justice, agricultural and lyric aims. What would a training manual for "pets and other animals," as written by a queer *goat farmer look like? Kristen brings

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Is it worth the portage? Maple or hickory-smoked? Are you serious? Which is worse? You and what army?Sift words into his package. My apple OR hickey OR most. You're so serious. I changed the Ors. U an I warm the real, open the how.Oh, Anne's Anne. How's your moist O-ply pummelling? Fresh ground pepper, swift dints in your whisper cage? You're the serious one, pesto change-O. O and O worm the roll

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One Word Is Sufficient (from Le Contre-Ciel)Name if you can your shadow, your fear,and measure the circumference of its head,the circumference of your world, and if you canpronounce it, the catastrophic word,if you dare break this silenceweaved with mute laughter, if you dare break thebubble by yourselfand tear up the plot,all alone, all alone, and fix your eyes on itand come blind toward the

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Sarah Dowling's security postureI first read Sarah Dowling's security posture on a half-empty airplane. There was a long delay, I think forty-five minutes. On one side of me, the window leading out to lengths of tarmac and a longer purple 6am sunrise. On the other, a man in a grey suit watching what had to have been a History Channel documentary about Things On Fire. This is relevant.security

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Feminlist womenthol cigarettes womanchego cheese womanila envelopes womandala womandolin womannequin womanicure womansion Charles Womanson Marilyn Womanson Womandy Moore Paul Newoman Newoman's Own sediwomentary rock womanatee womanta ray praying womantis salawomander womandarin womango womantle diswomantle Gerwoman Womanhattan womanic depression womental disorder womaniac Prewomenstrual Syndrome

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Writing is changing. In the past few years, the mainstream practice has changed significantly. I've been a champion for the way the Internet is changing writing for quite some time, and I'll continue to be, but when I think of the Internet's impact on culture and how that influences young writers, I get fearful. Great, wrenching fears crash in my ribcage, as I observe that for young writers,

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The Floater I have yet to learn how to hurricane the trees like him, bend their necks down until the snap into a migration hidden in all the wrong, wrong spaces. I watched the boats unstrapped, one by none left on the back waters like an unbeliever from a billy-goat stare between his hand and the wild fever away. I saw him do it. Some nights I try to hide the writhe, even when striding fingers

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The TankSquats three days at a time in white brown mudthat sticks and sucks like a mouth againsteverything it touches. The long battle,the bit by bit of urging steel to the centreof the earth. Dreams of sinkingpast the slow riot of oil, sand, and stone,to the bottom of the prairie shield.Rig out. The pylons packed, extinguishersstrapped, the guy wires of the stack pluckedto swing loose again

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Disappearing SceneThe scene is blank. Gaia enters. She regrets not having better personal growing conditions. Words pipe in light, oxygen, and dirt. Gaia sighs, and starts to bight her skin, moving along her arm. She pulses along the fat, swathing deeper to the muscle. The hair tickles her mouth—she grins then suctions her skin, then grins again from the saltiness of her salt lick. She continues

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Her Mark (from Hard Light)I, Ellen Rose of Western Bay in the Dominion of Newfoundland. Married woman, mother, stranger to my grandchildren. In consideration of natural love and affection, hereby give and make over unto my daughter Minnie Jane Crummey of Western Bay, a meadow garden situated at Riverhead, bounded to the north and east by Loveys Estate, to the south by John Lynch's land, to the

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Mercedes Eng is a thirtysomething writer and activist in Vancouver. She’s been at Simon Fraser University for a few years now – maybe longer than I have – and is finishing up a graduate degree in English. She’s also one of the brightest young writers on the Vancouver scene, whose work combines tart insights into gender and racial relations, a playfulness of language not always found in political

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XVI (from Anatomy of Keys) Rope: sleek sashcord, escapologist's skin, umbilical cord of the drowned, shrouded hoodhanged men bladder and drag and stretch out in;wildfire ripple of rumour through a crowd;sheath, frayed bloodline, sinew of fire and flint, asleep in one's lap like a child or a catand like a child all ululation, all wailed lament;rope of muscle,

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Jacob McArthur Mooney's The New Layman's AlmanacAbout from leftovers to the weight of citizenry, the other side of the first-book battle. Jacob McArthur Mooney's The New Layman's Almanac is a fine example of the first book as often having an all-pervasive and anchoring conceptual unity. Except, he also combines that unity with tweaks of form and structure: Mooney rotates the book so you have to

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----What are the phonemes within phenomena? What is their speak and how are they sounded? How does a phrase issue outward from event? What is the name of the pleasure that overcomes one when a string of words fastens itself to some unintended destination? How is it that a sentence takes hold?Colin Fulton's work is a barrage of present atmospheres: verbal, historical, sensual. These elements, each

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All movables of wonderlike you Little Breath; I watch rise and fall, a sawing log,as last night’s story tingles from the printed pagesdropped, from hands to dreams to heartand slits of light from the window blindsconnect your closed eyes with Italian tales of talking wood,crickets, and paw-less cats, and blue fairies. But you’re more than pine or oak to me.I worry, seizures, palpitations, water

Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15174028747819123149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-75844020664460434262011-04-12T08:03:00.000-04:002011-04-12T08:03:00.562-04:00

Poet, publisher, and most recently a proud "the all-new Cruze"-driver, Peter McDonald--en route from Salmon Arm to a poetry reading in Vancouver--told us many wonderful, brilliant things about suffering and hubris, diachronic/synchronic axes in ancient Greek poetry, Hector's spurious courage, Montaigne's love of Latin, and the horrid stench of Philoctetes' wound...in post-production, however, we

Steph Colbournnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-85567923323508606192011-04-11T08:00:00.001-04:002011-04-11T08:00:07.883-04:00

Looking Through a Window Through a MirrorTonight the sky—two glass panespushing blue into each other—blue the evening thinks of, turninginto itself before sleep.There’s not enough lightto separatethe original. Whichshould I believe?Our bed’s navy melancholy,streaked sheets, smudges on pillows.The absence of your breathguiding mineto sleep. I’ll wait for the moonto rise in its tarnished

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She Has Smoothed Her Pants to No End (from Debbie: An Epic)This is the light Debbie steps into. Hertoffeed flanks roll with greatness and sustenancein their sockets and her hearty hands bearthe bruised sea. Mighty amazing beautymoves her and all the whirling majorettesare her marvellous squadron: their bare throatsspill analysis.* Dactyliceastern desks pom-pomfrom puddles of yellowmud. For

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JOAN GUENTHER’S “IN TIME” a.rawlings: In December 2010, I facilitated EAR KNOWS THROAT, a workshop for the Toronto New School of Writing held at the beautiful scholarly and antiquated bookseller OF SWALLOWS, their deeds, & the winter below. On the final day of the workshops, participants were invited to perform an erasure exercise on one page of Eye Weekly (a local arts and culture newspaper),

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Four Year Old Girl1The “genotype” is her genetic constitution.The “phenotype” is the observable expression of the genotype as structural and bio-chemical traits.Genetic disease is extreme genetic change, against a background of normal vari-ability.Within the conventional unit we call subjectivity due to individual particulars, what is happening?She believes she is herself, which isn’t complete

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Jeneva Stone’s poems are domestic, political, colloquial and literary; I admire their range and intensity, their intelligence and lyricism, their alertness and rich uncertainty. Stone describes herself as “a poet, blogger, mother, editor, practical g/i nurse, interpreter of EOBs, queen of medical necessity letters, keeper of the family exchequer, unlicensed physical therapist, knowledgeable

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Damian Rogers' Paper RadioI was once engaged in a cold war with myself. It's much quieter now, but as with any conflict, things reverberate. The battle was fought with answers to the question What does it take to make a first book of poetry? So I guess it was always pretty quiet. But the easy answer for me to come to then (and I only came to poetry late in high school) was that it was simply a

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King of the GBHB's, Jason Dewinetz, snarls about writin', book makin', and the CBC.

Steph Colbournnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-23836125452016864232011-04-03T03:17:00.006-04:002011-04-03T22:18:27.542-04:00

It is only fair that I am the young poet who gets the ball rolling with a response of my own before posting responses from the other young poets this month. I will be looking at a poem that has resonated with me since first encountering it in a class last year and has done much to inform my subsequent thinking thinking about both place and language, Nathalie Stephens' "Paper City".Paper

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Apologies for the horrible video linked in the title of the post but I needed a way to most immediately lower everyone's expectations for what may come in the next month here on Lemon Hound. Now that you're aware of the sort of guest editor in place we can move forward with the introduction proper. I've had the distinct pleasure of taking two graduate poetry classes with Sina during my time at

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SC: Congratulations, first off, for being the recipient of Best First Book for Canada and the Caribbean in the 25th edition of the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize. How does it feel to have all of this attention and positive feedback from your first collection of stories? Do you have any advice to give to other writers who are starting their first projects? KB: Thank you very much. I was incredibly

Steph Colbournnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-69952836975348908262011-04-01T10:22:00.002-04:002011-04-01T10:30:27.946-04:00

In celebration of National Poetry Month we have emerging poets, and soon to be emerging poets in the fact that they are, some of them, sophomores. We've invited a number of established Poets who teach to introduce a young poet they are excited about. We'll feature those throughout the month. As well we have student reviews, student readings, and hopefully some student surprises. Yours truly will

Lemon Houndhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339211884645310602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-18965880174022719662011-03-31T08:48:00.001-04:002011-03-31T08:50:25.632-04:00

from Four American Composers (1983), directed by Peter GreenawayTo be played concurrently; or, for singular viewing screen: here.---Michael Nardone is in transit.

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fig 6. Vanessa Place, Los Angeles

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Yes, yes, I say yes, yes to hearing the movements, the nuances, the humour, the wiseness of Stein's amazing piece. Don't fence her in. Don't fence language in. Don't fence Poetry in. Poetry wants to move, Poetry wants a shut open shutter in tights or out with ears and hands and toes and spring in more than a thin running water. Exactly as in kings. via Poetry Foundation (thanks guys).

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fig 5. Vanessa Place, Los Angeles

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Score for the electro-acoustic piece Les chants parallèles by Luciano Berio Luciano Berio (1925-2003) was one of the preeminent Italian composers of the 20th century. His compositions were noted for exploring extended instrumental and especially vocal techniques. They often drew their inspiration--and incorporated text and other elements--from literary works. He collaborated with many

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Do not arm-wrestle JPF. Do not wit-wrestle JPF. Stay in your condos/trailers.

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PART 1: RE-CONTEXTUALIZING HISTORIES In this series of posts I will chart possible ways to re-contextualize data sets as poetic texts and the ways that writers, visual artists, and musicians have and are using data in their work. Through this shift of focus, “hard” data can be read, analyzed, critiqued, manipulated, and be inspiration or source. This conversation flows from my own studio art

Jeff Thompsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03777525258061748888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-1876152748191856412011-03-17T11:48:00.015-04:002011-04-07T15:34:02.941-04:00

Kenneth Goldsmith, on Satie:In the midst of an art opening at a Paris gallery in 1902, Ambient music was born. Erik Satie and his cronies, after begging everyone in the gallery to ignore them, broke out into what they called Furniture Music--that is, background music--music as wallpaper, music to be purposely not listened to. The patrons of the gallery, thrilled to see musicians performing in

Michael Nardonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01515177378103754332noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-52280144028335975992011-03-16T08:57:00.000-04:002011-03-16T08:57:50.111-04:00

fig. 4 Vanessa Place, Los Angeles

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sending peaceful thoughts to japan a moment of silence for japan we are thinking of japan sending strength for japan feeling grey for japan wanting japan to contain radiation sending peace to japan arms holding japan dreaming of japan sending peaceful thoughts to japan a moment of silence for japan we are thinking of japan sending strength for japan feeling grey for japan wanting japan to contain

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BOB HOLMAN & ANNE WALDMAN Today at 2pm Concordia University 1455 de Maisonneuve, LB 646 Bob Holman and Anne Waldman will be part of a discussion at the English department of Concordia University on March 14th at 2pm. The two spoken word legends will discuss their poetic paths and vision of poetry. They will also perform. In conjunction with Concordia, Writers Read and Les Filles électriques.

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Ordsins List (Hrynhenda) Our sins lust far beyond Glowthra (brought first, huge dreams, vistas). Sina, mindful of badly needed funds, We ran from the slithering titan and Huge swords halved Shill, Half-eyed speaker of Semen-Talkers Meaning a fluidity in our systems, Malleable and, in love with itself. Herrann, her red hems of doubt Huge with organs, priorities Mild with hoar hound

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fig. 3 Vanessa Place, Los Angeles

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INTRODUCTION I’m delighted to be writing a series here at the Lemon pound on “Music for Writers.” I’m going to be discussing some musical topics that I think will be of interest to writers. I’m going to try to only talk about music that can be found online so that it can be heard or its notation seen. There are many intriguing examples of how text, voice, music, sound, technology, and language

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photo Sheila Lanham I met Anne Waldman at Chichen Itza in January 2010, when I’d traveled over 5,000 miles to study with her at a writing workshop in Merida, Mexico. It was one of the smartest things I ever did. Waldman is a unique force in the literary landscape; she has helped shape culture through her tireless work as a poet, editor, educator, community builder, and activist. An enormously

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Check it: Vancouver poet Jason Christie longs to befreckle Andre Gide's nose. C'est vrais.

Steph Colbournnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6101984.post-25111802845901061822011-03-07T11:12:00.000-05:002011-03-07T11:12:43.480-05:00

The woman who helped spark the revolution. For more on Asmaa Mahfouz.

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Friday, January 21, 2011 Semi-colons are like long scratcheson a body.  Vowels as saturated.  Rimbaud drinking coffee in a room with red and yellow wallpaper, looking out the window at the jungle rain.  But commas as a scarring process set in motion by the abrasions performed by other kinds of punctuation.  I like commas.  I like semi-colons.  Though they mar a lyric effort, I want them.  I want

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Presentation by Jeff Derksen as part of North of InventionIntroduced by Bob PerelmanFollowed by comments from Christian Bök, Lisa Robertson & othersAt the Kelly Writers House, University of PennsylvaniaInstall the Flash plugin to watch this video.Derksen:I take conceptual writing to be a significant nexus of the possibilities that poetry brings as a historical genre, as a troubled commodity, as

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fig. 2 Vanessa Place killed poetry. – anon. via Twitter Vanessa Place writes poetry, prose and art criticism; she is also a criminal lawyer and co-director of Les Figues Press. Her most recent work is available in French as Exposé des Faits, and in English as Statement of Facts. Of Vanessa Place and Robert Fitterman’s Notes on Conceptualisms, Mary Kelly said, “I learned more about the impact

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LH: What do you think the purpose of a review is? If you also write about books on a blog, why? What does blogging let you do differently? DO: A good review is a persuasive judgment entertainingly delivered. Criticism itself is a broader category, and includes exploratory essays, polemics, advocacy, whither-the-poets-of-yesteryears and so forth. Poetry has plenty of critics, but fewer

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Winnipeg-based poet Johnathan Ball's materiality is here. Poo.

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