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My journey with AIDS…and more!: Meanderings of a mental health client in good company

Originally posted on My journey with AIDS…and more!: Would it be much of a surprise, even to the casual reader, that I am a mental health client? I have been since soon after my conclusive HIV diagnosis in 1990, although I wish now that I had sought such accompaniment long before then. It started…

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Scripturient: Horace and him. And maybe me, too.

Horace and Me, subtitled Life lessons from an Ancient Poet, is a recent book by Harry Eyres (Farrar, Strauss & Giroux, 2013) about his efforts to connect the dots of his modern life to meaning via the ancient circuitry of a classical Latin poet. It attracted me because these past few years I have been . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Horace and him. And maybe me, too.

PostArctica: Saying Goodbye To Summer

There are so many ways we say goodbye to summer A woman’s voice singing by the canal The sharp contrasting light between  buildings downtown The thinning tourist throngs The empty […] . . . → Read More: PostArctica: Saying Goodbye To Summer

mark a rayner: Alexandra Leaving – a short history

This song is based on a poem by the Greek poet, Constantine P. Cavafy. His source material was a story from Plutarch about Mark Anthony, as he watched his allies and supporters leave Alexandra before his enemy Octavian attacked the city. The original poem is called “The god forsakes Antony,” and is a meditation on the […] . . . → Read More: mark a rayner: Alexandra Leaving – a short history

Scripturient: These Old Bones

These old bones; You wouldn’t think they’d cut a rug jitterbug dance between the rain drops but once I could. Once I did. Danced to the music, lover in hand, that time in the park when we didn’t care laughing in the face of the storm. The rain, t… . . . → Read More: Scripturient: These Old Bones

Scripturient: The gems of Salomé

I was perhaps 11 or 12 when I first encountered Oscar Wilde’s play, Salomé. Some of it, at least. At the time, I knew nothing of Wilde, his writing, or even much about theatre in general. After all, I was in grade seven or eight. It would be a … . . . → Read More: Scripturient: The gems of Salomé

THE CAREGIVERS' LIVING ROOM A Blog by Donna Thomson: THE WEIGHT OF LOVE IN DEMENTIA CAREGIVING

Recently I had the immense pleasure of reading every poignant and fascinating word in a literary magazine called The Sun.  The January, 2016 edition is on the subject of care. I highly recommend this magazine (and particularly this edition) to car… . . . → Read More: THE CAREGIVERS’ LIVING ROOM A Blog by Donna Thomson: THE WEIGHT OF LOVE IN DEMENTIA CAREGIVING

Scripturient: World Poetry Day

Today, March 21, is World Poetry Day. Do you care? Not that I’m cynical about poetry – I think it’s important stuff. Poetry is far more important than, say, hockey. The Kardashians. The Oscars. The budget. The latest iPhone or iP… . . . → Read More: Scripturient: World Poetry Day

Scripturient: Reading Pablo Neruda

One hardly expects poets to generate spirited debate in the media these days*, but they did, not that long ago, well within my own lifetime. Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) was one of those who sparked great, passionate emotions in people, for both his writin… . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Reading Pablo Neruda

Molly'sBlog: Love Poems of Ovid

Love Poems of Ovid selected and translated by Horace Gregory, Mentor Books, Toronto, 1964Ovid (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ovid) – full name Publius Ovidius Naso – is considered one of the greats of Latin literature, up there with Virgil and Hor… . . . → Read More: Molly’sBlog: Love Poems of Ovid

Molly'sBlog: Love Poems of Ovid

Love Poems of Ovid selected and translated by Horace Gregory, Mentor Books, Toronto, 1964Ovid (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ovid) – full name Publius Ovidius Naso – is considered one of the greats of Latin literature, up there with Virgil and Hor… . . . → Read More: Molly’sBlog: Love Poems of Ovid

Alberta Politics: In Flanders Fields? It’s time to encourage another generation of school kids to read some better poems from the Great War

PHOTOS: In Flanders Fields? The reality of the Great war’s battlefields: squalor, incompetence, mechanized industrial death. Below: John McCrae, and a Great War poet still worth reading, Wilfred Owen. A civilization that forgets its poetry is barely worthy of the name. Like fiction and unlike non-fiction, poetry is how a culture’s most profound truths are . . . → Read More: Alberta Politics: In Flanders Fields? It’s time to encourage another generation of school kids to read some better poems from the Great War

Writings of J. Todd Ring: The Hollow Men – Poem and Commentary, for All Hallow’s Eve

Want something spooky, even terrifying, for Halloween? Read this. The Hollow Men: I think this truly epic poem (one place where the word is meaningfully used) should be read at least once a year, if not once a month, just to remind ourselves of what is actually going on. It speaks volumes, like few other . . . → Read More: Writings of J. Todd Ring: The Hollow Men – Poem and Commentary, for All Hallow’s Eve

Writings of J. Todd Ring: The Hollow Men – Poem and Commentary, for All Hallow’s Eve

Want something spooky, even terrifying, for Halloween? Read this. The Hollow Men: I think this truly epic poem (one place where the word is meaningfully used) should be read at least once a year, if not once a month, just to remind ourselves of what is actually going on. It speaks volumes, like few other . . . → Read More: Writings of J. Todd Ring: The Hollow Men – Poem and Commentary, for All Hallow’s Eve

Kersplebedeb | Kersplebedeb: Halifax Double Book Launch: LUMPEN (Ed Mead) and ESCAPING THE PRISM (Jalil Muntaqim)

WHEN: Saturday, October 24at 7:00pm WHERE: Plan B Halifax, 2180 Gottingen Street, Halifax, Nova Scotia B3K 3B2 facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/624566001016376/

Comrades in Halifax, Nova Scotia, have organized the first joint book launch for Lumpen: The Autobiography of Ed Mead and Escaping the Prism … Fade to Black by Jalil Muntaqim. Ed Mead will be . . . → Read More: Kersplebedeb | Kersplebedeb: Halifax Double Book Launch: LUMPEN (Ed Mead) and ESCAPING THE PRISM (Jalil Muntaqim)

Scripturient: The Road Not Taken

I was surprised to read a recent piece in the New York Post that suggests a poem I have long loved was actually not what I thought it was about. It was one of those epiphanies that made me reassess my attitude not only towards the poem but towards what I had assumed it meant. . . . → Read More: Scripturient: The Road Not Taken

Scripturient: Reading Tennyson’s Ulysses

Last weekend, while watching the delightful movie, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, I heard Bill Nighy make a wedding speech that included lines from one of my favourite poems: Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson. I recognized it immediately and it made me open the poem and read it again. The poem was written by . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Reading Tennyson’s Ulysses

mark a rayner: Did I Miss Anything?

Question frequently asked by students after missing a class by Tom Wayman The Astonishing Weight of the Dead. Vancouver: Polestar, 1994. Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here we sat with our hands folded on our desks in silence, for the full two hours Everything. I gave an exam worth 40 per cent of the . . . → Read More: mark a rayner: Did I Miss Anything?

Scripturient: Another Archy Poem

Most of Don Marquis’ Archy pieces were written in lowercase. The literate cockroach, we learned, would stand on the typewriter and dive, head first, onto the keys. But this way, he couldn’t use the shift key to get capital letters or punctuation (he did get capital letters, once, when Marquis left the shift-lock on the . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Another Archy Poem

PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

To My Alien Abductor

Life sucks, life is awesome. Lucky. Didn’t ask to be born. But writing bad poetry. Makes this shit. More fun than a barrel of Monkeys. I’ve had. My ancestors. Would laugh. Because. I think. Well, You only go around once. lofuckingl. Augustine on your pillow. Plato on your bed. And all . . . → Read More: PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

To My Alien Abductor

Life sucks, life is awesome. Lucky. Didn’t ask to be born. But writing bad poetry. Makes this shit. More fun than a barrel of Monkeys. I’ve had. My ancestors. Would laugh. Because. I think. Well, You only go around once. lofuckingl. Augustine on your pillow. Plato on your bed. And all . . . → Read More: PostArctica: To My Alien Abductor

Art Threat: The outlaw love and godless gospel of roots rocker Rodney DeCroo

Albumn review, “Campfires on the Moon”, by Michael Nenonen.

Rodney DeCroo’s latest album, “Campfires on the Moon,” reveals hidden faces. I’ll say more about that in a moment.

“Campfires”, released by Tonic Records, is DeCroo’s seventh album (eighth if you count his 2012 spoken word album “Allegheny”, and you probably should). Its gentle tempo is . . . → Read More: Art Threat: The outlaw love and godless gospel of roots rocker Rodney DeCroo

Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month in Canada. I don’t know if this gets widespread acknowledgement much less appreciation among the public and in the schools, but it should. Poetry is an important part of our cultural lives, although it seems to me our collective passion for it has waned over the past few decades. I . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: National Poetry Month

Politics, Re-Spun: Politics, Re-Spun 2015-01-12 09:59:43

Bed-Sized Universe

In the liminal state Between yesterday’s deluge of logistics and over-stimulation And tomorrow’s hopefully more meditative study Of deep river shore line, I lie in bed Between clay ground and vapour clouds.

I can’t feel fully grounded I keep floating up, Like bed spins but more trippy.

Like the mortal coil extending But . . . → Read More: Politics, Re-Spun: Politics, Re-Spun 2015-01-12 09:59:43

Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Poems That Make You Cry

I cannot read Dylan Thomas’ poem, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night‘ without a lump in my throat. I read it at my father’s funeral, several years ago, so for me it has a personal context that retains its emotional impact. Many poems move me or touch my heartstrings, however, that have no . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Poems That Make You Cry