In a little less than a week, I’ll be reading at the TAP Center for Creativity in London, Ontario. If you like poetry, if you like fiction, if you like experimental collaboration, if you like creepy stuff, strange stuff, all different kinds of stuff, come out on April 3rd at 6:30 pm!
It’s free admission. Drink a beer, buy some art, read your own poetry, sit quietly, be contemplative, do a dance in the background — all behaviour is acceptable.
See you there!
“And why I’m going on about any of this right now is beyond me. I’ve never even seen a Bird of Paradise. And I sure as hell have never boxed or been on a barge. In fact just looking at this story makes me feel a little queasy all of a sudden. I mean how fake is it. Just sorta doesn’t sit right with me. It’s like there’s something else, something beyond it all, a greater story still looming in the twilight, which for some reason I’m unable to see.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
“You have it good, … you can still feel fear, my head is dark, I haven’t had any dreams for a long time.”
— Herta Müller, The Fox Was Ever the Hunter
Translated by Philip Boehm
“Monsters aren’t real until you meet one.”
— Victor LaValle, The Changeling
“Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.”
— Bram Stoker, Dracula
“It’s an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I — nor for that matter anyone else — will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”
— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Photo taken by WordsFest London staff
This is, and always will be, one of my biggest reasons to keep living.
On Sunday morning, I had the privilege of reading and speaking with four other writers at WordsFest in London, Ontario. This is the kind of event I couldn’t have been part of three or four years ago — partly because of health reasons, and partly because my writing was no where near good enough to be read in front of a room full of people. My writing still needs A LOT of work, but opportunities like this remind me that I am progressing, and that my constant work and practice is getting me somewhere.
As a writer, signs of progress are sometimes few and far between. I will take what I can get, and this one was more than enough. Continue reading
“… treachery is the other side of dailiness.”
— Alice Munro, “Royal Beatings”
“Such is the World, such Man, such Love. What are we (I ask) but puppets in a show-box? Oh, omnipotent Destiny, pull our strings gently! Dance us mercifully off our miserable little stage!”
— Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
“To think as a feminist means trying to think connectedly about, for example, the science of embryology as it may connect with sexuality (what does it mean, for example, that in the fetus male differentiation occurs only after several weeks); about human body-rhythms and their relation to natural cycles (the menses and the lunar month, the connections between woman, darkness, sleep, and death in the male unconscious; the connections with these and male attitudes and political decisions affecting women); about the uses and criteria of psychology.”
— Adrienne Rich, “The Antifeminist Woman,” On Lies, Secrets, and Silence