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Sunday, August 15, 2021

Sunday Thots

 No laundry today. A deluge of awful – Haitian earthquake, Covid 19 case rates, Conservative attack ads sends me to my weekly newsletters. I find the need for poetry increasingly during these heartbreaking times, and I often learn about poems and poets new to me, along with other great stuff through newsletters.

 In this week’s issue of his newsletter, the Colour, sent out every Saturday, Jason Logan is discussing midnight blue. He opens with “There should be a word for when blue goes from powder to midnight. From sea to vein. From origin to eclipse.” — Scherezade Siobhan from “Radius.“

 I can’t help myself, I have to go read this poem, and it sets my mind on various tangents as well. Another line from this poem, “How should we confirm the missingness of everything we haven’t ever been allowed to speak into a shape?” feels right for the times. I keep the quote in my label maker’s address book, along with other quotes that help me get through. I save these quotes for epigraphs, but also for letters to friends and to stick in my red moleskine journals.

 Scherezade is “the creator and curator of The Mira Project, a global, cross-cultural dialogue which uses expressive art and storytelling to dismantle gendered violence and street harassment.” The Mira Project is now five years old. Today I go to visit the Twitter account where I find a pinned tweet of a great list of books on women’s mental health. I am once more down the rabbit hole!

 Logan’s newsletter thrills me every week. It threads from colour to the earth to history to contemporary artists and more. I have a difficult time saving it for Sundays when it comes in, but on Sunday, I have more time to think, to read and to dream.

 Sign of a good newsletter? It gets me hopping online to seek out the various folk and works mentioned. He even talks about combining words and lines from Dionne Brand’s the Blue Clerk and then meeting her for coffee and giving her the sketchbook he’s made. Gosh. He says Brand is Canada’s greatest poetic voice. He’s not wrong. Her work reverberates.

 By the time I reach the end of this week’s newsletter, I have several tabs open on my browser about artists, books, crayons. I need this.

 I also read writer newsletters such as Kathryn Mockler’s Send My Love to Anyone, which comes out twice a month. It is jam packed this week with great advice about how to avoid writer’s block, and recommendations. She was kind enough to include my recommendation for Judith: Women Making Visual Poetry this time around. It’s a very mindful and community minded newsletter, pointing out articles on decolonializing writing, events and videos. It’s free but you can support it with a donation.

 Soon Charles will be putting the bacon on the grill, who we have named Georgina, and we will have a breakfast of bacon and eggs, we’ll order our groceries and meal kit, do a few domestic chores, then settle down to continue our binge watch of this old Australian reality tv series called the Block.

 It’s not quite 8 a.m. yet. It’s quiet. Just the sound of the a/c, and my occasional clicking on the keyboard. I hope to have a quiet week, some time with a dear friend at DripHouse on Somerset, which is becoming my regular café where I meet friends, still something I am taking very careful and tentative steps toward. I am not doing group gatherings at all, and I’m keeping my eye on case counts still. Charles reads me stats and we talk about it. I wonder when reading about case counts and deaths won’t be a daily thing anymore. I’m still rattled and worried. So binge-watches of reality tv: cooking, renovation, fashion…some days that’s about all I can handle.

 If you want to read my monthly newsletter on my writing and publishing activities, along with the occasional tip and a lot of musing, you can sign up on my site.

 A retweet from @poetrytarot via the Mira Project

 

"I wish for a season

that does not begin with quick tides

of ache."

 

— Meg Day, from 'Last Psalm at Sea Level'

 

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