Friday, September 14, 2007




Polis Is This: Charles Olson

"From director Henry Ferrini and writer Ken Riaf, Polis Is This is the best film about an American poet ever made. Given travesties from Hollywood’s Tom and Viv to actors impersonating poets like Hart Crane and William Carlos Williams in public-television documentaries, that is not high enough phrase. Ferrini and Riaf present the complex American literary figure Charles Olson (1910–1970) in a clear way by focusing not on the facts of his life but on the facts of his work.

Ferrini exploited the great advantage he brought to the project: he lives in and knows Gloucester, Olson’s home, and the polis and place of the film’s title. His images are a visual analogue to Olson’s words, lit by the bracing clarity of Gloucester’s incomparable light. Some of these images illustrate Olson’s poems, but they do so in a way that might naturally occur to any reader. The interview subjects — students, friends, readers — are wide-ranging. Harvard Professor of Landscape (!) John Stilgoe encapsulates Olson’s thinking brilliantly, and poet Robert Creeley illuminates his friend’s work by referring to Miami Dolphins fullback Larry Csonka. In voiceovers, John Malkovich avoids speaking Olson’s words like an actor. Olson himself is seen in excerpts from a 15-minute documentary produced by NET in the 1950s, talking in his kitchen, walking Gloucester’s slushy streets. “Polis is eyes,” he wrote, and Ferrini gives his viewers the eyes to see Olson in Gloucester..."

Book launch for ÆTHEL by Donato Mancini
Friday, September 14, 2007

Time: 8 PM to 11 PM
Location: Helen Pitt Gallery 102-148 Alexander Street near Columbia

Wednesday, September 12, 2007


good BBC film on The Life and Death of Steve Biko murdered by police on this day in 1977...

Part 2

Part 3

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


in the TLS--HUGH MACDIARMID (1977):

"The Black Rainbow Over the Minch


A black rainbow owre the Minch
Needna mak' onybody flinch.
It means juist aboot the same
As gin the usual colours came..."


farewell Joe Zawinul, here with an augmented, early Weather Report...

Monday, September 10, 2007




yet more on Bolaño

"Whole crowds of minor characters and passersby shuttle through those many scenes, and yet nearly everyone in those crowds, a few gangsters excepted, seems to share an unquestioning reverence for Mexican poetry—a sacred cause for which any sane person would gladly sacrifice his life. Not to mention the insane people, who seem to bring out Bolaño's keenest sympathies."

Sunday, September 09, 2007




today's YouTube - Jimmy Giuffre - The Train And The River
support our troops?

"Soldiers don't have a monopoly on work that involves risk, physical danger and courage. In 2005 in B.C. alone, 43 loggers were killed in accidents on the job in what was a black year for the forestry industry. Total Canadian combat deaths for 2006, our bloodiest period in Afghanistan, was 36.

So why no stickers for our loggers, who are also essential to the economy?

It may be because they don't wear uniforms. Graham's stickers represent the romanticization of all things military that's crept through Canada in past years. It first appeared when we started getting sentimental about the dying out of the generation who saw us through the Second World War. The shock of 9/11, and the resulting commitment of Canadian troops to war in Afghanistan, intensified our feelings for anyone in boots.

Now military man-love has become part of the national consciousness. Think of how even peacenik Vancouver has shifted culturally. In the 1980s, city council declared Vancouver a nuclear weapons-free zone, thus frustrating the plans of the federal government of the time to put nuclear missile launchers in Mount Pleasant. (How the East Side roared at that one.) Now we're doing Tony Orlando and Dawn to public emergency vehicles..."


Duke Snider Gallery

Saturday, September 08, 2007






Tsawasssen/Boundary Bay trees

Wednesday, September 05, 2007




Stravinsky Says 2.

Well if the pimps outnumber the pigeons
the players still outnumber the nay sayers--
"living off your income" is the new encomium!

Bush baby wrinkles checking for ammo
in a dog day dawn all swathed in pink cammo,
devouring a Denny's Grand Slam Supremo--

The Institute of Pederastics
announced the Heat Death of Disco
at the moment the collected works on Columbia

could be traded for less than a light quarter of bunk,
two cartons of Newport Kings or 24 Yuengling (cans)
SOUTH of DC, post-production

thrown in for free.
No libretti, no maps, no phones--
they mostly just like to leave you alone

up to your hips in the microtones
till the cuneiform fits the uniform--
ears dragged bleeding backwards through blackberries

and dark chromatic woods
varnish through which a crystal set has played
for a hundred years on every other day.

more on Max Roach

"'Max . . . has a flair for 'floating'—playing patterns between the soloist's phrases without interfering or disrupting them. This kind of 'sensitive intrusion' is a very special gift. Only a handful of percussionists can separate themselves bodily from the time in order to add another separate linear, yet rhythmic string of improvisational phrases—without altogether shredding the musical fiber of the performance...'"

more on Bolaño

"Half-done we remain, neither cooked nor raw, lost in the vastness of this endless trash heap, wandering and getting ourselves wrong, killing and begging pardon, manic-depressive characters in your dream, Father, your limitless dream that we have unravelled a thousand times and more than a thousand times again, Latin American detectives lost in a labyrinth of crystal and mud . . . lost in the misery of your utopian dream, Father, lost in the variety of your voices and abysses, manic-depressives in the uncontainable room in Hell where you cook up your Jokes..."

Tuesday, September 04, 2007






SABADABADA & Loronix--wonderful sites devoted to Brazilian music, esp of the 60's & 70's...

Sunday, September 02, 2007





CHICKEN FIST

Thanks for the purple insulator, Miranda
Now when I go through customs

I’ll have something to declare!
The whole time I thought

I was making pearls
I was just making owl pellets

like Prince as Darth Vader
in a good way

but that’s ok too—
the horoscope’s indication

as always a fakir’s trick
with its false forking Frost

fucking turnpikes not taken—but neither
the road to Utopia nor

the slippery slope inhibit
the spiral of growth--

we breathed in a million ferns
in the time it took for the radio

to shut up for Tuesday recorder favorites--
in the fridge there are two experimental biscuits

that the kid in Bojangles gave us last night,
one is Epic, the other Pastoral

one is a bowl of milk
the other is a box of legos & an exacto knife

(btw it turns out those humbos
weren’t fighting because we’d let them run out

of their narcissistic supply
--they just like to fight!)

between the biscuits is a pool of icing
that has been crystalising

since the ozone hit the mountain,
no ice age to retreat from

the sugar just
stayed put!

The Universal Mind of Bill Evans part 1 don't miss this if you're any kind of fan, or if you teach jazz, or poetry...

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5





Local trees