Monthly Archives: April 2013

The Best Murder Mystery Television Series and Miniseries

The Best Murder Mystery Television Series and Miniseries I find very little television as delicious as a well-done murder mystery so, as a change of pace, here, in my current order of preference, is a list of the best murder … Continue reading

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We and our homunculi

There’s no news in this post. I just never get tired of thinking about the brain, and how it thinks about us, nor of how cool it is that the way our bodies are mapped out on the cortex can … Continue reading

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These Eyes—Always April (more tanka and process)

Messed around with this one quite a bit this afternoon in the notes app on my ipod as I wandered around with earphones in. The variations are below the asterisks. These Eyes—Always April These eyes in April— as inconstant as … Continue reading

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Letters I Didn’t Write Book Launch, Live at Baba’s, November 5, 2008

In the three youtube videos below you’ll find me as the awkward poet awkwardly launching my third book of poetry, Letters I Didn’t Write (Nightwood Editions), at Baba’s Lounge in Charlottetown on November 5, 2008. Many thanks to my old friend … Continue reading

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James Arthur Wellesley and His Waterloo Blues Band (poems from old notebooks, December 1992)

I remember I wrote this one immediately after watching a movie about the Battle of Waterloo. I have no recollection of the movie’s title. James Arthur Wellesley and His Waterloo Blues Band The battle is over. I am alive, sir. … Continue reading

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What Can Be Held At Noon (poems from old notebooks, November 2009)

This one seems to have a slight whiff of Ted Hughes about it. What Can Be Held At Noon What can be held at noon, loosely and without strain, as concise and self-evident, may, in the evening, become the quick … Continue reading

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Mid-July (recent poems, July 2012)

Up until I started this blog, I hadn’t done much writing over the past few years but I wasn’t in complete stasis. Every now and then, I’d get something done for fun. Such as this one from last July. Mid-July … Continue reading

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When Bare Branches of Forsythia

You get two poems today, you lucky bastards. Because I wrote two. When Bare Branches of Forsythia In April—when bare branches of forsythia flush this sudden red— I remember the first time your dress slipped off your shoulders.

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Re-reading Rilke In April With A Fever (double tanka)

Re-reading Rilke In April With A Fever No bowls of wilting roses condescend to be poetry for me— I wait for buds to open in their shattered ecstasy, I wait for the slow suffusion of pink in white magnolia petals— … Continue reading

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Half-waking At Dawn

Half-waking At Dawn Half-waking at dawn pillows scattered and bedclothes all tangled and damp— I thought first you’d returned, but it was only this fever.

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A Sky Swept Clean

A Sky Swept Clean This late April sun, in a sky swept clean of clouds by the north wind, looks a lot warmer than it is— our last few smiles looked warm too.

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A Radiance Stains My Tongue (poems from old notebooks, August 2001)

More of a song, perhaps, than a poem, I’ve never been able to look at this one objectively. And perhaps never will. One little edit as I post it; the word “bead” used to be “fraught.” A Radiance Stains My … Continue reading

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Frost-Damaged Sonnet (near the end of a long, cold May) (poems from old notebooks, May 2007)

I posted this one on my old blog a few years ago—well, five years and eleven months ago—just after I wrote it. I’ve just now edited one syllable of it (changed the word “defined” to “confined”). Frost-Damaged Sonnet (near the … Continue reading

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Magnolia Buds Clench, Firm

Halfway through April, with the half-full moon setting halfway through the night, magnolia buds are clenched, firm— I’m half-inclined to call you.

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To Hear From the Wind, and the Moon In Darkness (another poem written at the request of a friend)

Maybe I need to take more requests from people for poems. The challenge to write something coherent, accessible, and not facile is made even more difficult and more fun when trying to make something in response to a specific request. … Continue reading

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Hank Sings the Silence (poems from old notebooks, June 1989)

I have just one notebook older than the one this piece is from, which I’ll dig up soon to see if there is anything worthwhile in it. Before that it was all scrap paper, napkins, and attempts to type on … Continue reading

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Paul Lawton Rightfully Slagging Off the Canadian Music Industry

About a month ago Paul Lawton of The Ketamines started a then-anonymous tumblr blog called Slagging Off: Death to the Canadian Music Industry (go read the whole damn blog) on which he, and eventually others, attempted to critique in alphabetical order all … Continue reading

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Nanjing étude 1 Jinling Landscape/Nanjing Dream by AGG & Wei Zhuang

Originally posted on tankawanka:
Five years with you in Nanjing Was a dream of dragonflies. The wutong trees, old stone walls Uncaring have forgotten. AGG20130411 金陵圖 韋莊 江雨霏霏江草齊,六朝如夢鳥空啼。 無情最是台城柳,依舊煙籠十裏堤。 Jinling Landscape by Wei Zhuang Rain drizzles on the river, grasses stand in even array. The…

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Toque

So yesterday I posted a poem that I wrote in payment for a toque hand-knit by Ash Dunsford. Thirteen pictures of the toque, made with baby alpaca wool, are below.  The poem, which can be found by clicking on its … Continue reading

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Long Dark Strands of Cedar (poem written for Ash Dunsford in payment for a toque knitted, and after years of missing the Rockies and the Pacific Northwest Coast)

I’m getting a new, hand-knitted toque today, for the low, low price of writing this poem. Long Dark Strands of Cedar (poem written for Ash Dunsford in payment for a toque knitted, and after years of missing the Rockies and … Continue reading

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