Next weekend I will be giving a series of workshops and readings with Taylor Brady, Stephen Collis, and Rob Halpern in Vancouver as part of a suite of events sponsored by Simon Fraser University and hosted by the Kootenay School of Writing having to do with notions of "commons."
Rob Halpern
Taylor Brady
Stephen Collis
Thom Donovan
Sunday, September 26, 2010 @ 2:00 pm
W2 Storyeum
151 West Cordova Street
Project on the Commons: A workshop with Stephen Collis, Thom Donovan, and Rob Halpern
The commons has become an important interdisciplinary site of research for political scientists and urban planners, geographers and ecologists, poets and artists, anti-poverty and anti-colonial activists. This work shop hopes to further our understanding of the commons—its limits and possibilities, its enclosure and re-appropriation—via short talks, wide-ranging discussion, and possibly some participatory “commoning.”
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
In Memoriam Dave Nolan (in Poetry Project Newsletter)
In the new PPNL I remember my friend and colleague Dave Nolan, who served Downtown poetry and music scenes through his archivism and sound engineering for over twenty years. Thanks to Cori Copp for her excellent work as editor. The new issue looks fantastic!
For a PDF of the Newsletter, click here.
For a PDF of the Newsletter, click here.
Monday, September 13, 2010
For Peleshian
The flocks of us
Without distance
Or depth when we spread
Our wings
Together I couldn't
Tell if we were coming
Or going
All I knew was
We were on the move
Like sunlight
Like shade
Like a shadow
Clouds make
On the eyes
The many eyes
Half-blinking
Both muted
And sung
The animal in me
Would like us to be
Closer than we are
Covered by a physics
Of power
In this long century
The little astronaut animal
Not saying anything
Cries our limits.
Without distance
Or depth when we spread
Our wings
Together I couldn't
Tell if we were coming
Or going
All I knew was
We were on the move
Like sunlight
Like shade
Like a shadow
Clouds make
On the eyes
The many eyes
Half-blinking
Both muted
And sung
The animal in me
Would like us to be
Closer than we are
Covered by a physics
Of power
In this long century
The little astronaut animal
Not saying anything
Cries our limits.