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    Celebration

    When you kneel below me
    and in both your hands
    hold my manhood like a sceptre,

    When you wrap your tongue
    about the amber jewel
    and urge my blessing,

    I understand those Roman girls
    who danced around a shaft of stone
    and kissed it till the stone was warm.

    Kneel, love, a thousand feet below me,
    so far I can barely see your mouth and hands
    perform the ceremony,

    Kneel till I topple to your back
    with a groan, like those gods on the roof
    that Samson pulled down.

    Leonard Cohen
    (from an anthology of canadian love poetry)


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    The Scream and back again

    Poetry. It’s what we all know and love. It’s what moves the earth and breaks our hearts, the ebb and flow of our spiritual lives - makes the world go round, makes the merry-go-round go round, feeds the wallets of artists and the bardic hunger of aficionados.

    I just got back from the Scream Literary Festival in Toronto. I went to Niagara Falls, up the CN Tower, and poetried a duett with Paul Dutton. Ate persian food with a.rawlings and Derek Beaulieu, went to the movies with my beautiful wife, bought one million books and marvelled at a Jack Spicer impersonator. We had breakfasty dinner and watched different people read from Gwendolyn MacEwens A Breakfast for Barbarians, took a workshop on Naive Translation, saw apropriators agree on their profession being a good thing (and agreed with them, but missed copyright nazis from the panel), admired the dancing skills of computer-game characters of Machinima and watched the indie-rock band the Bicycles be too indie and not enough rock. Icelandic krútt-músic has nothing on Canadian cute-music.

    Also: Fantastic Vocable workshop with Angela Rawlings and Ciara Adams; and loads of great readings, most memorable of which were Alixandra Bamford’s beautifully chaotic style (with Steve Venright), Mariko Tamaki’s reading of a comic book, Sonnet L’Abbé’s O’s, Sina Queras’ repetitions, Kenny G’s court transcripts, Rob Read’s bird-sounds and Beaulieu’s How-To’s.

    Travelling home was a bitch, as such things tend to be. The plane was small and filled with people, whom at the time I felt deserved to get shot, but have since taken a more lenient, more humane stance.


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    Lexiconjury Scream

    Lexiconjury reading was amazing - got to read with the legendary Paul Dutton, was called back for an encore, as well as being put on the spot the day after. Click here to see videos.

    Still in Toronto - tonight: apropriation with Kenny G. All sorts of craziness on the way. Check out www.thescream.ca for more information.


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    Niagara


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    The Scream

    TRAILER

    In a world without poetry, a reading series is found. History considered it dead, and who would argue with history? And yet here, a sonic power, where past and future collide, is unleashed. It’s a doorway to another dimension, a dimension called Lexiconjury!

    Kennedy and rawlings, lexiconjurors bent on the destruction of all we hold dear, emerge from a rift in time to think the unthinkable. They do not care about weapons or power. They have an appointment with eternity, and do not wish to be late. They have but one mission: to return, to return to The Lex long after the world had abandoned it for good. Read the rest of this entry »


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