The Crackers: (Currently) Hilary Clark, Mari-Lou Rowley, Lia Pas, Jeanette Lynes, Fionncara MacEoin, Elise Godfrey (Previous & guests) Steven Ross Smith, Jennifer Still, Lia Pas, Anne Simpson, Katherine Lawrence. Canadian poets interested in innovation, exploration, rumination, experimentation. Play and performance, chance and deliberation. Crisp language and wet humour. Intention and happenstance.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Holly Luhning, Jenn Still, Mari-Lou Rowley and Steven Ross Smith, at the ice bar at La Bodegas, post CBC poetry face off.
We don't have to limit ourselves to poetry here, do we? Much of the stuff I read when writing papers finds its way into my poetry. For example, I'm writing a chapter for a volume on shame and death, and I'm exploring the mask as a kind of interface between shame and death. So for the paper I'm re-reading Freud's "The Uncanny" this morning, and he concludes that "the sense of the uncanny attaches . . . to the idea of being robbed of one's eyes." That's why Neil Gaiman's *Coraline* is so uncanny: the double mother has buttons sewn in for eyes, and she threatens the heroine with the same operation.
Has this fear of losing one's eyes --or fear of false eyes--ever surfaced in poems you've written? Or read?
Holly Luhning, Jenn Still, Mari-Lou Rowley and Steven Ross Smith, at the ice bar at La Bodegas, post CBC poetry face off.
We don't have to limit ourselves to poetry here, do we? Much of the stuff I read when writing papers finds its way into my poetry. For example, I'm writing a chapter for a volume on shame and death, and I'm exploring the mask as a kind of interface between shame and death. So for the paper I'm re-reading Freud's "The Uncanny" this morning, and he concludes that "the sense of the uncanny attaches . . . to the idea of being robbed of one's eyes." That's why Neil Gaiman's *Coraline* is so uncanny: the double mother has buttons sewn in for eyes, and she threatens the heroine with the same operation.
ReplyDeleteHas this fear of losing one's eyes --or fear of false eyes--ever surfaced in poems you've written? Or read?