Monthly Archives: April 2007

It’s was a shame to hear the oil industry purring this week as John Baird announced his “let’s do something about Kyoto” plan.

Oh yeah *purrrr* it’s going to be tough *purrr* to adjust to these measures *purrrr*, we are talking *purrrr* about huge commitment here *purrr*…

If you can’t at least take out the smile out of Alberta’s big shots, that’s a worthless plan.

Even better:

Most Canadian energy stocks got a lift on Friday as investors and oil bosses expressed relief that Ottawa’s plans to cut greenhouse gas emissions avoided absolute caps and adherence to commitments under the Kyoto Protocol.

Sadly, sometimes, great moments in History meet very small people. And this week, History met John Baird.

We’ll see how long Tories remain in power and how much Liberals will be able (and willing) to do to fix this mess.

Even more sadly, a political/environmental/ethical fault is not a crime. Just a disgrace.

I’d like to

feel

the beauty

 

I’d like to

meet

 

I’d like to

be

for a while

 

and then walk away.

***

 

No poem yesterday as I woke up.

No poem on my way to work.

No poem in public transit.

No poem in the morning at work.

No poem at lunch break.

No poem in the afternoon at work.

No poem on my way back, thinking it might be a no-poem-day.

No poem in the evening.

But when I was in my bed about to get asleep, a poem.

Damn. Wondering if I write it or not – shut up, you’re a poet, move. Getting up, turning on the light, writing.

I looked at the stats of my spring’s poetry: 1500 words.

If I was writing a story it would only be 6 pages long.

What would you do of your life if you had 5 million dollars?

I can’t think of anything but writing poetry and explore the folks all around the world.

I used to have some “becoming rich” dreams, projects I would build. Now I don’t. Maybe I’m not an entrepreneur. I can’t think of anything I would like to build except poems.

Well, the other day I thought of running a bookstore selling only poetry. It could be fun to see my accountant crying as the bookstore would constantly be losing money.

To move and

feel my wooden cross

moving

against my chest

To feel my faith

moving.

 

Night and dreams after eating too much pizza are weird.

 

I’m wondering today if satire is victimization, if it’s a complaint. If I write a funny story showing that the way things are sucks, am I not complaining, victimizing?

Can we say Kafka was a complainer? That he should have done something instead of writing these books? And Orwell? And, more lately, Stephen Colbert and South Park creators?

Doesn’t the satire mean the author prefer to laugh at what he dislikes than doing something about it?

Or maybe change is all about perspective and if so, satire is a marvelous, extremely powerful tool to change the world.

Oh yeah, thanks to Orwell and Kafka, we don’t live anymore in some tyrannical bureaucracy.

Your views about all this would be much appreciated.

DREAMING OF THE WOMAN I’LL NEVER MEET

 

Dreaming of the woman I’ll never meet

They have a thousand faces in my head

But each one has a thousand hearts

She’s like the ocean

like the mountain the forest the ceiling

She’s like the city sometimes

She knows how to read

She knows how to speak

And mostly how to hit

She’s thirsty so thirsty

Yelling the world is too small

Soft wild loud like a train slow and sudden

pure like a tree

Dreaming of the woman I’ll never meet.

 

***

 

Reinvent the world

A parallel universe

I am a coward.

 

***

 

A quick look backward

Yesterday is yesterday

Another day died.

Tall and thin long haired brunette
With a long black shirt dancing
as she
walks carelessly

Summer sings
Quenching my
eyes for days
I’ll be there to hear the
uttering season.

That’s a little odd, I think. If I compare the same amount of text with the three formats (6 inches by 9, 4.25 by 6.875, 7.5 by 7.5), the smallest and thickest is the most expensive. But not by much. I first thought it would be the opposite. So, I might go for 6 by 9 as it’s a bloody good format for poetry. The square one is maybe a cool concept but it would be wastefully wide for poetry (and annoying to read for a novel). Hum.

As I’m about to finish the manuscript for my French poetry, I’m stuck with some concerns like book format.

6 inches by 9?

4.25 by 6.875?

7.5 by 7.5? A square book of poetry may be a cool idea but that’s more annoying to carry.

When I’ll be done with the content, I’ll test for the look and the price, but if the best look and the best price aren’t the same format, I wonder which I should pick, as the prices won’t be that different.

I already decided each poem will have its page or pages. To respect the poems.

 

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We, the signatories herein, comprising of concerned citizens of the world strongly object to the decision and seek the IMMEDIATE REVERSAL of the Result of the IAU Resolution votes to demote Pluto from a planet to a ‘dwarf planet’. Furthermore, experts like University of Tennessee Physics Professor Bill Blass who still considers Pluto to be a planet (see WBIR.com article) and NASA’s head of New Horizons mission to Pluto, Dr Alan Stern ridicules the definition and states that it would have never passed ‘peer review’ (see BBC article) are some who are opposed to the IAU’s decision.

We trust that the International Astronomical Union (IAU) will take into account the feedback of the concerned citizens and experts seriously enough to consider the reversal of their decision to demote Pluto.

Sincerely,

Go to Please save Pluto 

Were there a people of gods, their government would be democratic. So perfect a government is not for men.

Rousseau, The Social Contract