Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
BLAND LAND BUSTS POET SMOKERS (1st draft)
Five units of verse of the universe of the imagine nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry (PRP) were arrested in Bland Land early yesterday evening on charges of possession of poet for the purpose of trafficking, and being intoxicated on poet in a public place.
Proseph Stalin, director of the Blandinistas, announced the arrest, “Bland Land has come under direct assault by the 101st Word Warriors of the imagine nation of the PRP once too often. 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.”
“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’.”
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.
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.
The Minister With Poetfolio of the PRP, condemned the charges. “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.”
“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.”
The Creative Intelligence Anarchy released a terse statement, “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”
Poet smoking has been the write of every unit of verse of the imagine nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry.
Proseph Stalin, director of the Blandinistas, announced the arrest, “Bland Land has come under direct assault by the 101st Word Warriors of the imagine nation of the PRP once too often. 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.”
“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’.”
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.
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.
The Minister With Poetfolio of the PRP, condemned the charges. “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.”
“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.”
The Creative Intelligence Anarchy released a terse statement, “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”
Poet smoking has been the write of every unit of verse of the imagine nation of the Peoples Republic of Poetry.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Waterfront Fun
Cobourg's waterfront was assaulted by outsiders last Monday afternoon. The outside agitators came from the west, an unrelenting swarm of heavy breezes silting Corktown with fine sand dredged up earlier in the year. The outside agitators also stirred up some exhilarating head-banger waves to entice local teenagers to the bottom end of Division Street.
Occasional waves exploded two or three stories into the air, drenching girls who perched themselves, like sweet little seagulls, on the steel railing that perimeters the pier.
Some times the waves would tease the teens, pushing them up as if to cast them out, but in a split moment sucked them back into an adrenalin rush. Toying with them like so much flotsam.
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Occasional waves exploded two or three stories into the air, drenching girls who perched themselves, like sweet little seagulls, on the steel railing that perimeters the pier.
There were three boys and a girl in the frothing turbulence of the water, riding the surface currents of the waves. It was a wonderful display of mental alertness and physical strength and endurance of their prime-of-life bodies. The background ambience is Danger. Risky behaviour? Of course. How else does a human being test their abilities?
The waves had a rough rhythm roughly learned by the quick-witted teens, when they were climbing the ladder, the impact and withdrawal of a single wave ripped them off the rungs and pulled them back down in to the deep. One of the boys gripped the girl's arm to ensure her safety. She successfully made it to the arms of a girlfriend.
The waves had a rough rhythm roughly learned by the quick-witted teens, when they were climbing the ladder, the impact and withdrawal of a single wave ripped them off the rungs and pulled them back down in to the deep. One of the boys gripped the girl's arm to ensure her safety. She successfully made it to the arms of a girlfriend.
Some times the waves would tease the teens, pushing them up as if to cast them out, but in a split moment sucked them back into an adrenalin rush. Toying with them like so much flotsam.
Finally, everyone is safe and secure, drenched in a lifetime memory. They will eventually become responsible civilians, pass through two or three decades, and recall the sheer exhilaration if this day. One older woman admonished the teens, telling them the fine details of bashed heads, lungs full of water, etc. It reminded me of the words of Irving Layton in The Whole Bloody Bird:
"It is cruel for the old to inflict their disillusioned wisdom on the young. Fortunately it is also impossible."
Monday, August 16, 2010
PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SHALLOW
PARTING IS SUCH SWEET SHALLOW
For the past half century
enjoying an unprecedented
state of peace and prosperity
I savored the muscular memory
of my signature hand
how it held
firm
moist
the curve
of your pubis
It has been
two years
since …
I am beginning to lose
my
g
r
i
?
.
.
.
For the past half century
enjoying an unprecedented
state of peace and prosperity
I savored the muscular memory
of my signature hand
how it held
firm
moist
the curve
of your pubis
It has been
two years
since …
I am beginning to lose
my
g
r
i
?
.
.
.
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