Saturday, May 31, 2008

Henry Roth

When the ABC Comic Book Shop used to be on Granville downtown, I found a book called Call It Sleep in the 25cent bin.

In an attempt to find out if I had gotten my money's worth, I looked a little into who Henry Roth
was.

This is what I found:

Roth was born in Austro-Hungaria. His first published novel Call It Sleep (originally published in 1934) achieved a second life since its re-publication and critical re-appraisal in the 1960s when it sold 1,000,000 copies and was hailed as an overlooked Depression-era masterpiece and classic novel of immigration. It is widely regarded as a masterpiece of Jewish American literature. Call It Sleep was dedicated to his then mistress and muse, Eda Lou Walton.

After the book's publication, Roth began and abandoned a second novel and wrote several short stories. In the early 1940s he abandoned writing, and moved from New York to Maine and later New Mexico, working as a firefighter, laborer, and teacher, among other occupations, before retiring to a trailer park in Albuquerque.

Roth originally didn't welcome the new-found success that Call It Sleep received, valuing his privacy instead. At the age of 73, he began work on a series of novels that grew to six volumes, with final editing completed shortly before his death. The first four of these were published (two of them posthumously) as a cycle called Mercy of a Rude Stream while the last two manuscript volumes remain unpublished. He died in Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States in 1995.

Roth failed to garner the acclaim some say he deserves, perhaps because he failed to produce another novel for sixty years. His massive writer's block after the publication of Call it Sleep is often attributed to Roth's personal problems, such as depression, political conflicts, or his unwillingness to confront events in his past that haunted him, such as having incestuous relationships with both his sister and cousin, which are written about in the later work.
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Friday, May 30, 2008

Colors Insulting to Nature



The faces of the judges revealed, although they were trying to hide it, a deep distaste for the fact that the thirteen year-old girl in front of them had plucked eyebrows and false eyelashes. Something about her well-worn minature stiletto heels and her backless black evening dress--side slit up to the fishent hip, with rhinestone spaghetti straps--was unsavovury to them. The girl looked way too comfortable. Equally unsettling was her performance.
-by Cintra Wilson from Colors Insulting to Nature
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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Dark Side of the Rainbow

You've heard about it for years - and it is amazing. Dark Side of the Moon over The Wizard of Oz.





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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

The First Wonderland

This is the first ever Alice in Wonderland film. A silent picture, it was filmed in England in 1903 - over 100 years ago.

The first video has commentary by BCC's Simon Brown, while the second video is simply how the silent film appeared originally to audiences in 1903.



The original silent film:

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Monday, May 26, 2008

Madeline is Sleeping

This book is like nothing I have ever read before. Literally - each page is its own beautiful self-contained work. An entire novel's worth.
hush

Hush mother says. Madeline is sleeping. She is so beautiful when she sleeps, I do not want to wake her.

The small sisters and brothers creep about the bed, their gestures of silence becoming magnified and languorous, fingers floating to pursed lips, tip toes rising and descending as if weightless. Circling about her bed, their frantic activity slows; they are like tiny insects suspended in sap, kicking dreamily before they crystallize into amber. Together they inhale softly and the room fills with one endless exhalation of breath: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

-page 1 of Madeline is Sleeping by Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum
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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Karaula

This is an amazing movie I watched on the bus from Novi Sad to Prague. Great story, absolutely hilarious, and beautiful beautiful people.
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Friday, May 23, 2008

Clouds Instead of Arrows

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Figuratively Speaking Russian



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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Echoes

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.


-Pink Floyd
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Strange Fruit

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Shel Silverstein

Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

-Shel Silverstein
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Sunday, May 18, 2008

Hyperballad

I remember seeing this video at my first boyfriend's apartment when I was 19 and thinking it was the coolest thing I ever saw.

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Little Hiatus

I disappeared for a few days and spent some time out of the city. Not so much out of the city as out of the downtown core where I live. No email, no computer, no phone. The last few days have been night time fires on the beach, a picnic during the day, listening to the guitar and reading in the garden. The perfect long weekend.

Tonight, I'm doing a reading at Montmartre Cafe, my first one, and I am so excited because my dad is coming.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Lucky Luke

The feature of the photo essay in my book introduced me to Lucky Luke. The feature of the poems kind of turned out to be him.

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Naked Lunch


"I thought you were finished with doing weird stuff"

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tonight Tonight

I wrote something on the Cambie Street Bridge, walking home from a short story contest I judged.
Now I'm going to bed.
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Bolt of Fiction

Tomorrow night, Wednesday May 14th, I will be doing a reading from my latest work of fiction at Our Town Cafe in Vancouver.

Our Town Cafe is at 245 E Broadway (Main and Kingsway)
The night starts at 8:00pm.

Hold your thumbs.
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Monday, May 12, 2008

Reading at Cafe Montmartre

It looks like I will be doing my first poetry reading this Sunday, May 18th. It is an open mic night, so I will likely be on early.

Cafe Montmartre is at 4362 Main Street (at 28th Ave).
Show starts at 8:00pm.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008

Sometimes I Wish I Was Dead

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Dr. Strangelove

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Friday, May 9, 2008

February 16 2003

To write a poem about the significance of today - I reached for one of my hundred spiral bound notebooks. There was some writing in the front of the book, but otherwise it was empty. I figured it was a good place to start writing again.

When I went to read what it was that I had written about, I discovered it was a notebook I started writing in in 2003. The poems and entries were about my first boyfriend. This is one.

February 16, 2003

I remember when I saw you
My arms full of Hershey's Kisses
Your arms full of aloe
Something my mind never dismisses

I was frantic and rushed
Looking for your gift
Conteplating how I'd kiss you
But through the sieve of timing, this didn't quite sift.
-senka kovacevic
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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Akin to the Kid in the Candy Store

Walking in to Chapters today, I had no idea I would walk out with 5 new books. Each one looks spectacular and I honestly couldn't resist - not even one.

Since all of the trouble started, I have never felt such peace as when I buy books that I can't wait to read. The security that there is something for my mind to do outside of itself is perhaps a relief. Five new beautiful distractions wait on my shelf - the furthest horizonal line I see in my apartment - so, in effect, on the horizon.
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Back in the Forest of Forgetting

The Forest of Forgetting cures your mind of clouded sickness
Removes memory after memory with practiced painless quickness
The first incision from its brambles gains control with secret slickness
Because more and more of you falls from that hole as you advance in the green thickness

-senka kovacevic (from "The Forest of Forgetting II")
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Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Oh Kylie



Memory songs.

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Monday, May 5, 2008

Missing Miki

I miss her a ton.
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Sunday, May 4, 2008

Woody Allen

He was playing a cafe in Budapest while I was in Novi Sad. My biggest regret was that I couldn't get it together to see his concert. Much like crime - procrastination doesn't pay.

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Saturday, May 3, 2008

Remember Trkulja?

On April 28th, I wrote about buying Trkulja's book in Belgrade this winter. Since, blogger wouldn't let me upload any pictures, I couldn't include these pictures therein. Blogger has come around - so here you go.
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Reading List





Magic Christian is supposed to be Terry Southern's funniest book. At the Wet Wizard, I traded some of my own books for About Schmidt, and Edible Woman.
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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Annabelle Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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