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June 9, 2012

June 5, 2012

PANTONE 185C: A Poem from Jon Paul Fiorentino

There is a mostly red, cylindrical ashtray. Right there. On
a picnic table. Concentrate. It is mostly empty. You will notice there is one
half-smoked cigarette in it. A Viceroy. The red ashtray on the picnic table is
in the park and so are you.



Does the ashtray belong to someone? No. It did but it
doesn’t.   What kind of red is it? You don’t know the name for it yet. It’s
similar to what’s
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Published on June 05, 2012 08:11

June 2, 2012

June 1, 2012

Feminist Boot Camp #6

When in doubt, dance.



Dress for it. Work it. Have fun with it.

Seriously. If I got my hands on this outfit I would have to write the poems that would go along with reading in it...oh, I think I have a project...
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Published on June 01, 2012 05:11

May 31, 2012

Feminist Boot Camp #39

Lisa Robertson signs books at Pages, Calgary

You are not alone. You need not limit your poetry to the kitchen, or the bedroom, or the garden, or the relational, or to the singular, or to the daily. Look around you. Look outside of your life. Look next door. Look in your books. These are not dead objects, they live. Throw long ropes with hooks back through time and bring another voice to life.
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Published on May 31, 2012 08:20

May 30, 2012

he sensed parts of himself elsewhere

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he sensed parts of himself elsewhere, originally uploaded by lemon hound. 


Posting some of these images from my archives. This piece, titled, Inasmuch As It Is Always Already Taking Place by American artist, Gary Hill, is
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Published on May 30, 2012 05:38

May 27, 2012

Mummified Barbies: Toward an Essay on Feminine Exteriority

We cut their hair off. Chew on the breasts. Paint their bodies. Slip a condom over their heads and dip them in Spaghettios. We are never quite so inventive in imagining our own bodies as when we encounter this sterile, unreal version of femininity. Our first canvas. Our first manifestation. Our first bout of hostility or reverence. One girl crying because the other has her Barbie in her mouth.
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Published on May 27, 2012 04:58

May 26, 2012

The red patch smelled like clover

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The red patch smelled like clover, originally uploaded by lemon hound.

One of a series from an old group of photos added to a Six Word Stories pool. Not sure that the title is enough to gesture toward a narrative, but it
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Published on May 26, 2012 06:56

May 25, 2012

Jan Zwicky. Possibility of Poetry. 2006

Are you still thinking about lyric poetry? I am. To follow up on Jan Zwicky's post on reviewing here she is talking about lyric and possibility of poetry.
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Published on May 25, 2012 05:21

May 23, 2012

On Reviewing: Jan Zwicky

LH: What do you think the purpose of a review is?



JZ: To inform people who might be interested in reading the book
that it exists, and to offer an imaginatively and intellectually engaged
appreciation of it.



LH: If you write reviews, how would you describe your approach, or
method?



JZ: I do review, but not frequently because I do a lot of editing;
and the work in the two cases is very
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Published on May 23, 2012 10:28

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