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The Music Crept By Us

Friday, November 11th, 2016

(Poem #339) The Music Crept By Us

I would like to remind
the management
that the drinks are watered
and the hat-check girl
has syphilis
and the band is composed
of former SS monsters
However since it is
New Year’s Eve
and I have lip cancer
I will place my
paper hat on my
concussion and dance.

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How to Speak Poetry, by Leonard Cohen

Friday, November 11th, 2016

How to Speak Poetry
by Leonard Cohen

Take the word butterfly. To use this word it is not necessary to make the voice weigh less than an ounce or equip it with small dusty wings. It is not necessary to invent a sunny day or a field of daffodils.

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Indigenous Writes by Chelsea Vowel

Wednesday, May 18th, 2016

As a white person in Canada, especially one writing about a topic that intersects with Indigenous issues, I have found Métis writer Chelsea Vowel’s blog âpihtawikosisân invaluable. Vowel is a legal researcher who somehow explains complex issues with total clarity without ever being anything less than gripping or undercutting her politics.

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“It wasn’t war, it was butchery”

Saturday, January 2nd, 2016

I can’t get this article out of my mind, more than all the ones I read on terrorism and violence in 2015. I’m not sure why. It’s by Vijay Prashad, educated in the US and working out of New Delhi. An excerpt:

“Where did these ISIS attackers come from?

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Harvey Molotch’s “The City as Growth Machine”

Thursday, November 12th, 2015


Sociologist Harvey Molotch
“A city and, more generally, any locality, is conceived as the areal expression of the interests of some land-based elite.”

Harvey Molotch‘s seminal 1976 article “The City as Growth Machine”—which is equally applicable today—just happened to be published the same year of the UN Habitat Conference on Settlements that took place in Vancouver (and is the subject of my upcoming book).

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Pied Beauty

Friday, October 30th, 2015

In spite of being completely irreligious and not fond of any of the patriarchal monotheisms with fathery deities, I still love this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins from 1877. We studied it in high school and for some reason I never forgot it. I almost never see anything stippled or freckled or spotted or striped without thinking of it.

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