Friday, January 20, 2006

(interior of the Ovaltine Cafe on Hastings St, best known in recent years as a frequent location for "Da Vinci's Inquest", where Gerry and I have often dined, me on Pork Cutlets w/applesauce, him generally oolichans on toast, liver and onions, something in that line...)


three daily sonnets from last November by Canada's Top Poet Gerry Gilbert; the remaining 362 of 2005 available as BC Monthly 55, PO box 48884/Stn Bentall/Vancouver BC Canada V7X 1A8, 20 dollars should cover it--


cornwall provence amsterdam landed us
radiold music hourly stops w'news
eager new buildings hide meagre old ones
beach pee in sea splash still flashes music
yesterday & tomorrow frame bedtime
sameness-seized season's spit sky's seasonings
viruses & bacteria need us
years come to some ventures in centuries
winter wanders with worrisome weather
we look before during after ourselves
staple gets paper's talkatures together
traffic splashing past amusing futures
hands give thighs that relax all over
pools & creeks filling with waternity

BEAUTIES LET NEED'S BOUNCING GREED COUNT ON FREE
STANDING GIVES BALANCE A LIVING LANDING
NOT ANSWERING AVOIDS AN ARGUMENT
DIGGING GLIB DITTIES DIGNIFIES GIDDY
JAZZ HAPPY NOT THAT MUSICIANS ARE
DAYS IN BED SLEEP ME AWAY FROM TOWN'S CROWDS
HIDING A TIDY IN NORMALADY
NOWHERE TO GO GROWS BECOMING HERE WON
WATER'S WET WEALTH WITH WARMTH WELCOMES WASHING
REST BUILDS STRENGTH FROM DIGESTION OF STILLNESS
EACH OF US ROUND-WORLDLINGS WINNING A RACE
FISH DON'T NEED SHOES RAINCOATS WHEELS OR MOUNTAINS
SOME THINGS APPEAR BIG JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE NEAR
SMELLING WELCOMES ELOQUENT ELEGANCE

when music has been played say thanks to it
a stretch portrays a direction of daze
autobios graphic presentiments
lined up big birds' flight wrote writing on sky
recording ends then might still hear singing
pub crowd enjoyment a pleasing quick glimpse
certain daylight leaks through bedroom curtain
heedin' readin' flies people high as flies
rafters rhyme before & after laughter
roots trunks branches barks & leaves form forests
clock's alarm returns nearly to early
each time's arrival a hopening cope
not spottin' a clock keeps the timin' thine
eyes mouth ears & mind find wording fitting





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