Monday, July 14, 2014
Patricia Highsmith
Plein Soleil is based on Patricia Highsmith's novel The Talented Mr. Ripley (1955). From it, an observation -- on the topic of observation:
This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Marcel Broodthaers and Fleetwood Mac
I like the way the light falls today
Slow, too lazy for anything
And I see boats that are sailin' past me
You know, I wish this day could keep on goin'
Slow, too lazy for anything
And I see boats that are sailin' past me
You know, I wish this day could keep on goin'
and last forever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(That's the way I feel)
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(That's the way I feel)
(Feel )
Forever
(That's the way I feel)
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(That's the way I feel)
(Feel )
Forever
You know I like the way the light falls today
Slow, too lazy for anything
And I see boats that keep sailin' past, but not too fast
You know what, I wish this day could keep on goin'
Slow, too lazy for anything
And I see boats that keep sailin' past, but not too fast
You know what, I wish this day could keep on goin'
and last forever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(That's the way I feel)
Forever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(That's the way I feel)
Forever
Don't fool around, please don't fool with my happiness
Please don't fool around, don't fool with my happiness
You know I like the way the light falls today
Please, please, please just let me stay that way
Too lazy, too lazy for anything
Please don't fool around, don't fool with my happiness
You know I like the way the light falls today
Please, please, please just let me stay that way
Too lazy, too lazy for anything
Friday, July 11, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
A Poem by Jack Spicer
A RED WHEELBARROW
Rest and look at this goddamned wheelbarrow. Whatever
It is. Dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not
For their significance.
For their significant. For being human
The signs escape you. You, who aren't very bright
Are a signal for them. Not,
I mean, the dogs and crocodiles, sunlamps. Not
Their significance.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Poets Theatre
Next week, San Francisco writers Dodie Bellamy and Kevin Killian arrive in Vancouver for the Poets Theatre Festival, a series of readings, talks and workshops focused on just that: poetry and theatre.
I will be participating in the Poets Theatre workshop, as well as producing a reading of Jack Spicer's theatrical adaptation of Nathaniel Hawthorne's short story, "Young Goodman Brown" (1835), a play that was recently uncovered from the late poet's archives and, more recently, published in the Kenning Anthology of Poets Theatre: 1945-1985.
The Poets Theatre Festival is a joint effort of the Capilano Review and The Apartment.
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