Friday, October 31, 2014

A lovely handwritten note

...from The New Yorker accompanied this issue, an issue which contains dazzling new work by Sylvia Legris.

Just this week Sylvia received the Lieutenant Governor's Arts Award for Saskatchewan Artist, adding to her long list of awards and achievements. Meanwhile her poetry continues to grow, push and astonish.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

What a thrill to be mentioned Garry Thomas Morse in this great new interview on his poetry and prose, an interview conducted by Lee Gulyas and her class at Western Washington University where they are studying his critically-acclaimed book Discovery Passages, finalist for the 2011 Governor General's Award and other awards.

Discovery Passages by Garry Thomas Morse. 

Garry Thomas Morse was a featured writer at the Saskatchewan Writers' Guild Fall Conference in partnership with the Ânskohk Aboriginal Literature Festival this past weekend, a fantastic event and great fun. In addition to being a dynamic presenter, Garry gave outstanding readings. I'm so happy I had the chance to hear him. Of course I had many questions of my own.

Today I placed the book on the rock outcrop in the backyard for this pic. As you can see, we have some snow. It fell while I was away.

Monday, October 13, 2014

For Thanksgiving, a look at Red Curls

...which I placed on leaves I'll likely rake up tomorrow. This new collection of poems by Tracy Hamon means a lot to me, so I wandered around with it this afternoon, placing it here and there until I found the right place.   

Red Curls by Tracy Hamon.

Last week we drove down to Regina to take in the launch of this book, a launch perfectly timed with the fall migration. We drove through sunrise and sunset, beneath thousands and thousands of snow geese, Ross's geese, greater white-fronted geese, tundra swans, beneath v upon v of sandhill cranes. After the launch we spent a few days beneath the fly path, catching our breath, our ears full of geese and swans and cranes at all times.

The launch of Red Curls was breathtaking as well. A great crowd flocked into the Slate Fine Art Gallery, a spacious venue with wonderful sound and fabulous art, so great a crowd they had to bring out more chairs. Tracy gave a dandy reading as always and followed it with a stunning video poem. Images were projected afterwards, people indulging in these and the glorious spread of food and conversation. And what conversation! There's a big difference between small talk and small talks, the latter an art of compression, a kind of poetry that you think about for days, keep unpacking without end, and that's what I've been doing for days, that's what I did all the way home beneath the geese and swans and cranes as we drove against their southward flow, and I'll be unpacking for days to come.  

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Ridiculous number of warblers the yard today, especially for October. What a joy. The light wasn't great and I wasn't able to adjust my position, but I decided to post some pics I took today just to give an idea of the action in just one mountain ash.

And then there was this curious exchange.

A personal space issue I suppose. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Today a weasel showed me a thing or two

...about quickness, curiosity, and how to dance around

the unfamiliar, how to close in on it, no matter how big it might seem at the time.