tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422951014399290642024-03-13T06:12:58.698-04:00POETENCY & APOETASYWally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-84937812337710087972013-07-14T19:59:00.004-04:002013-07-14T23:39:09.754-04:00photos from Project ITT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-45753955636175753512012-11-08T18:23:00.001-05:002012-11-08T18:23:05.673-05:00Rosina Kazi performs Poem For My Mother<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nflU5VtnUhw?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-61740162891429389392012-11-08T13:06:00.001-05:002012-11-08T13:06:14.716-05:00ELECTRICITY FIGHT!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3FpjcOWwiI4?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-28601016548467182952012-11-08T10:54:00.001-05:002012-11-08T10:54:04.190-05:00STUART ROSS READS THREE COBOURG POEMS<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1x8W2QpS8Qg?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-25847445915896422602012-03-14T18:10:00.002-04:002012-03-14T18:19:27.241-04:00IRVING LAYTON INVITES A WASP INTO HIS HOME<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Click on image to enlarge</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb4JLEfP7xo/T2EZAJJjHTI/AAAAAAAADXQ/WqeDI2zx4pQ/s1600/Irving%2BLayton%2Bletter%2B%2526%2Benvelope%252C%2BApril%2B13%252C%2B1984%2BWEB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb4JLEfP7xo/T2EZAJJjHTI/AAAAAAAADXQ/WqeDI2zx4pQ/s320/Irving%2BLayton%2Bletter%2B%2526%2Benvelope%252C%2BApril%2B13%252C%2B1984%2BWEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719880491983904050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8WdXo8Ae1I/T2EXcRO8o0I/AAAAAAAADXE/aSbc3u9RAuI/s1600/Irving%2BLayton%2Bletter%2B%2526%2Benvelope%252C%2BApril%2B13%252C%2B1984%2BWEB.jpg"></a>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-74254052404573515062012-01-26T16:00:00.003-05:002012-01-26T16:09:39.488-05:00DAUGHTER OF EGYPTIAN SATIRICAL POET ATTACKED<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nawara_Negm">Nawara Negm</a>, the daughter of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmed_Fouad_Negm">Ahmed Fouad Negm</a>, Egypt’s most popular satirical poet, was recently <a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=551_1327099144">attacked by small crowd of assailants</a> as she left Cairo’s Nileside state television headquarters.<br /><br />This message has been compiled by Poetency Press<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"All the muse that's fit to print."</span>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-19182790432254497192012-01-22T22:22:00.004-05:002012-01-22T22:27:30.842-05:00Wally Keeler Rants: "What Does It Feel Like To Be ...<iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0NtRZZe7DRU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-67644606802886986302011-08-19T12:43:00.001-04:002011-08-19T12:44:55.922-04:00Wally Keeler reads Spontaneous Printout 10041980 @ Art Bar<iframe width="360" height="240" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-CJQlUPjAA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-36550877397501814032011-08-19T12:41:00.002-04:002011-08-19T12:42:44.596-04:00High Heels Lo Fi Play Poetry @ Art Bar<iframe width="360" height="240" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VCq73bLy2fk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-73552402346185902052011-08-19T12:31:00.003-04:002011-08-19T12:37:02.184-04:00James Dewar Massacres In a Gadda Da Vida @ Art Bar<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fXaUCkckVxA" allowfullscreen="" width="360" frameborder="0" height="240"></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-10122271383244039952011-08-18T11:08:00.002-04:002011-08-18T11:11:02.253-04:00James Dewar reads Ode Found on a Grecian Urinal<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Leym_RzX5Bk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="240" width="360"></iframe>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-40122659364363064722011-08-10T22:50:00.006-04:002011-08-10T22:58:34.674-04:00POETAGE @Mattawa.ON<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">click on image to enlarge</span></span>
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<br />Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-92023682525704831752011-05-03T21:24:00.005-04:002011-05-03T22:58:11.541-04:00BUYING CIGARETTES FOR THE DOG<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">“<span style="font-style: italic;">It reminds me of Richard Brautigan</span>,” said Wally Keeler, after reading The President’s Cold Legs, the third fictionette in <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_Ross">Stuart Ross</a>’s collection of short stories, <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.freehand-books.com/books/cigarettes_dog">Buying Cigarettes for the Dog</a>.</span> Brautigan was a hippiedom darling, the fantasist of Big Sur, the author of In Watermelon Sugar the Deeds Were Done and Done Again as My Life Is Done In Watermelon Sugar.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">After finishing Stuart’s book, Wally Keeler FB’d the poetariet, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Stuart Ross has a brain wonderfully broken in several places and there is major leakage of imagination.</span>”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wally rarely read short stories, preferring instead, the relative brevity & beauty of poetry. Then Stuart Ross moves to Wally’s hometown. Stuart is easy to spot because his short tousled white hair looks as if wild animals had frolicked there and he was proud to host them. So naturally and organically, Wally scooped a copy of this book at King Street Books & Sundries, Cobourg’s only downtown bookstore. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Wally has had <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRNkKmg53L0/TP_lxPifrkI/AAAAAAAAC-w/cstDGFDOSPs/s1600/Stuart%2BRoss%2BWanted%2BFor%2BCrimes%2BAgainst%2BMediocrity%2BWEB.jpg">incidental bantering exchanges</a> with Stuart over recent years. <span style="font-style: italic;">“So Wally, what have you read of mine?</span>” Stuart Ross asked. Wally froze on the border between lying and the truth, nanosecond after nanosecond went by…</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It took three Stuart stories to convince Wally that this was bathroom material of the first disorder. Some stories are brief as a snack, brief as a thorough evacuation of the previous day’s edibles. Great timing. Timeless in a manner of speaking easy. A yellow highlighter pen was placed next to the sink to mark turf for high concentrations of wit breaking through the palliative prose of everyotherday lives. Almost needed a second highlighter.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Stuart’s short stories contain the finest blend of banality mixed with generous helpings of imaginative reality. His stories charm and amaze, the qualities of a magician. He delivers simple stories of us with a slight-of-bland that produces a straight flush of wit.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">He writes a story based on the outrageous premise of a man hiring a bodyguard to protect himself from his pet poodle. Held at gunpoint, the dog owner declares, “<span style="font-style: italic;">You’re nothing but a fucking sneaking poodle.</span>” I swallowed the story whole, without choking, such was the ease with Stuart’s wiring and writing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In another story, a couple of pronouns are up a tree while below them “<span style="font-style: italic;">…shopping carts prowled in lurching packs</span>” and “<span style="font-style: italic;">the sky draped over us like a gigantic lung…</span>”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Stuart has a natural gift for establishing moods and ambiances, then throws a Shakespearian volta at the end of the paragraph, “<span style="font-style: italic;">The trees were dark and cool, and the breeze rustled through the trees like gentle static… The sky was painted thick with clouds and not a single star shone through, not even the moon or the sun or Mars or a covert flight to Honduras.</span>” Such subtle absurdity integrated into the text as a banality bursts with the surprise of Sandinista wit. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Witty banalities! -- who’d have thunk it possible? The medium is the messy age; Stuart’s clarity reveals that the very banality of life is absurd, and he pulls it off so neatly. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Stuart’s uberpeculiar imagination will kick your own imagination around, because, “<span style="font-style: italic;">you never know where life’s journey is going to take you, like you never know how the years are going to shove you around.</span>” Lucky for Stuart and us, he detailed the life-knocks in narratives marinated with “charm and wit,” as Wally Keeler persistently asserts.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A “wild peculiar joy” drove <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/2006/jan/23/guardianobituaries.booksobituaries">Irving Layton</a> to poempous excess, but with Stuart Ross, the process produces a poetpourri of writing elegance, from brief nano-narratives to extended tales wagging dogs disguised as dogs with tails to tell tall stories from Stuart’s wild peculiar imagination.</span>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-5623955749260013672011-04-20T02:22:00.003-04:002011-04-20T10:08:12.769-04:00SUPPORT DIVERSITY<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Click on image to enlarge</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eH6gNETOqHY/Ta571fBI42I/AAAAAAAADIY/inL6Ck_RhMU/s1600/Support%2BDiversity%2BWatch%2BYour%2BWords%2BWEB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eH6gNETOqHY/Ta571fBI42I/AAAAAAAADIY/inL6Ck_RhMU/s400/Support%2BDiversity%2BWatch%2BYour%2BWords%2BWEB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597547545657664354" border="0" /></a>This message has been brought to you by the Consortia of Human Rights Commissions in collaboration with the mediocrity of the Politically Correctalistas of Blandland.Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-50363560953249090162011-01-09T14:35:00.000-05:002011-01-09T14:42:05.627-05:00Bigotry Buster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRNkKmg53L0/TSoPe3bxA6I/AAAAAAAADBg/Y0NCOWd-S-8/s1600/Bigotry%2BBuster.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRNkKmg53L0/TSoPe3bxA6I/AAAAAAAADBg/Y0NCOWd-S-8/s400/Bigotry%2BBuster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560273712893199266" border="0" /></a>Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1942295101439929064.post-1319516068432752142011-01-08T00:30:00.000-05:002011-01-08T00:31:43.575-05:00The Structural Elegance of the Common Haiku<div style="text-align: center; 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It is done under the cover of poetry readings, spoken word performances, slam bam poetry or other sub verse euphemisms with the purpose of overthrowing mediocrity, the stabilizing governing principle of Bland Land.</span>”<br /><br />“<span style="font-style: italic;">These misguided units of verse were found to have been carriers of pure poet. Countless studies have found that chronic poet smoking, principally by those of the most delicate sensibility and the most enlarged imagine nation, produces a state of mind that is ‘at war with every base desire’.</span>”<br /><br />The units of verse had been touring Bland Land as part of an outreach program known in poetry circles and triangles as Give the Bland a Hand. The program was developed by the Creative Intelligence Anarchy in collaboration with the Federal Bureau of Inspiration. <br /><br />The units of verse readily admitted to being poet smokers. The poetic outreachers were reported to have been in possession of an unknown quantity of ‘Onomatopoezia: sans simile’, a genre of poet that condenses the imagination to its grass routes of grunt, groan, and moan alone that often finds expression in sound poetry. <br /><br />The Minister With Poetfolio of the PRP, condemned the charges. “<span style="font-style: italic;">Poet smoking is nothing more than the inhalation of airy somethings to rearrange the local habitation and names of their origin allies. Bland Land is a verbless noun. They are seriously blandicapped.</span>”<br /><br />“<span style="font-style: italic;">Arresting and detaining our units of verse is nothing more than the worst kind of blanditry. We appeal to the United Imagine Nations to demand the release of the creative force that through the green fuse spurts a world of multicolourfulism.</span>”<br /><br />The Creative Intelligence Anarchy released a terse statement, “<span style="font-style: italic;">Poet smoking is the leading cause of flights of fancy. The imagine nation will not be grounded by the farces of suppression, oppression, repression. We will continue to enforce landing writes in the blandemic wasteland of mediocrity. Those units of verse will not be ablandoned</span>”<br /><br />Poet smoking has been the write of every unit of verse of the imagine nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry.Wally Keelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02370532557074561490noreply@blogger.com0