A challenging style of poetry that I could only digest in small bites. Bill’s unique communications demand exquisite attention to fully appreciate his insightful point(s) of view. Well worth diving in if you love poetry and/or alternative forms of communication.Read More
Everyone, and I mean everyone, needs to read this book. Assuming everyone wants to live a life full of rewarding and healthy relationships with everyone they meet. The author makes a convincing case for changing ourselves to spark systemic change. He shows how searching our own attitudes and assumptions helps us see systemic biases. Biases that disadvantage ourselves and others. He provides specific exercises and action each of us can take to do two things. He believes we can overcome our innate negative bias. He believes we can teach ourselves to welcome the differences in others. The differences that enrich us and our communities.
One of the most striking points Choudhury makes is the following:
” In the Deep Diversity framework, personal power and the potential for change it represents can serve as a catalyst for system-wide change. There is always a dialogue, a creative tension, between recognizing the influence of institutions on the individual and of the individual on the system. The trick is holding this tension and not getting caught in the either/or polarity. This is the balance point, both emotionally and intellectually.”Read More
Here’s a new collection of poems in a Second Chapbook – Songs of Privilege. There are a few less obvious pieces in this one.
I wrote On the Beauty of Men as a challenge piece after a dinner with three gentlemen friends. During the meal we had a discussion about beauty. One of my friends said that women are more beautiful than men. My point of view was, understandably I think, opposed to this point. A little while later I wrote this piece in honour of my life-companion’s 50th birthday.
Road Trip DNA is a sound poem (so try reading it out loud) in which I tried to imitate (very roughly) the form of DNA by using 3-letter words only. Hope you’ll find it amusing.
Searched Language OR down the rabbit hole
programmed molecular dancing is my first piece in this form. I developed it in November of 2015 using a web search tool. I used a selected seed term and a cyclical search pattern to yield increasing numbers of terms until I’d had enough.
First cycle – one term yields one term
Second cycle – one term yields two terms
Third cycle – two terms each yield multiple terms
Fourth and subsequent cycles – N terms each yield multiple terms
Note that each cycle may yield more than the specified number of terms; however, this method may increase the process inputs exponentially.
As anyone who knows me well will tell you, I remember song lyrics. So writing No Picnic using the form of the song Teddy Bears’ Picnic (melody Op103 by John Walter Bratton, lyrics by Jimmy Kennedy) was a natural for me. As I wrote I imagined my musical friends playing and singing it in a minor key.
While politically incorrect to some people, I identify as a native Canadian. I was born in Canada, that makes me a native person. I respect my First Nations cousins and use that term to honour them rather than the more general “native Canadian”. A Native of Immigrant Ancestry Speaks was inspired by the play Huff by Cliff Cardinal. During the performance, in which there is a suicide/attempted suicide, I had the almost uncontrollable urge to breach the fourth wall and intervene in the on-stage action. This post stands as fair warning that if I were to see the play again I would select my seat with the intention of doing so.
I hope you will find some enjoyment, amusement and food for thought in this Second Chapbook – Songs of Privilege.Read More
Just finished a long slow read of this large hard cover book. As advertised, this is a book filled with lovely images of trees. The information that accompanies each image is interesting and informative. It would be a useful and beautiful addition to any gardener’s library.Read More
It turns out that blogging is a habit that’s not too hard to break. After shooting myself in the foot by posting at a rate that was more frequent than the thoughts worth sharing and interesting events in my life, I ran out of material. Life kept me from creating new material for a while and then I was just out of the habit. I think it’s sort of like documenting your work – a very useful practice but no one really wants to take the time to do it because they’re so busy doing whatever it is they do.
You may be glad to hear that over the last few months I’ve done some real writing work. Attending several sessions of the Ottawa International Writers Festival, including a poetry workshop (more about that another time), was a First After Fifty. Hearing other writers read their work, buying and reading books of poetry, and listening to panel discussions about writing gave me hope that there’s an audience out there that is interested in reading the sort of thing I write.
Fresh from that experience, I sat at my desk with a goal of producing my first poetry chapbook. I focussed on two things: revising every poem I’d ever written, and writing a bunch of poems based on ideas and fragments I’d collected over I don’t know how many years. A vacation intervened to foil my 2016 NaPoWriMo plans but I got back to my desk this week. Today I can tell you that I’ve made proof copies of my first poetry chapbook filled with some easily accessible work. (Yay!) Paper copies will be available in the next few day to anyone who asks for them. You can pick them up from me or send me your postal address.
On another note, I’ve dusted off my sewing machine and am altering some clothing from the ’70s and ’80s so it’s vintage to wearable now that it’s back in style; after that you’ll see more work on the Ocean Quilt.
Welcome back, Friends of the Blend! Welcome back, me.Read More
Now that the chilly winds have started to blow I’m thinking more and more about making hot and hearty soup. Soup, for me, is the original comfort food. Put a steaming bowl and a spoon in front of me, and suddenly the world is a brighter place. You, of course, have your own comfort food. You may get that warm homey feeling when you dig into a creamy mac and cheese or aromatic lamb stew, a deep-dish apple pie or luscious tiramisu. For me, it’s soup.
So when my daughter introduced me to Vietnamese beef phoRead More