Summer waxes, wanes, disappears, and our old friend reappears. Hello Real Vancouver Writer’s Series! We’ve missed you. The info is here, and here:
Real Vancouver Writers’ Series is falling for these amazing readers as part of the Little Mountain Lit Shop.
FRan Cunningham a.k.a. Francine Cunningham
Hosted by Sean Cranbury and Dina Del Bucchia
Tickets atr $5 or PWYC (no one turned away for lack of funds).
This is gonna be great!
Looking forward to reading alongside veterans and talented folks like Kevin Spenst and Timothy Shay at this event. There’s a link below to see the art that the poets will be responding to as well. See you there.
Thursday June 16, 7:00-9:00pm Free admission
Word Whips in the Gallery
To accompany “Berlin Identities” by Ira Hoffecker
Music: Kempton Dexter
Poets: Mariner Janes, Deborah L. Kelly, Kevin Spenst, Timothy Shay, Suzy Malcolm
Host: Bonnie Nish
There will be an open mic time when members of the audience will be given an opportunity to write and then read poems they have written that relate to the exhibition.
Presented by the Sidney and Gertrude Zack Gallery in collaboration with Pandora’s Collective and the Isaac Waldman Jewish Public Library. Made possible by the Yosef Wosk Poetry Initiative Grant
An exhibition by Ira Hoffecker
Opening reception Th Jun 2, 7:00-9:00pm
Artist in attendance | Free admission
Exhibit continues to Jul 3, 2016
Click to view selected artwork…
My paintings are informed by the different identities cities take on over a period of time.
I am interested in how different societies transform and change city spaces over the course of the centuries. My work examines the relationships between people and cities by responding to constant change, reconstruction and restoration in the urban landscape.
Decay, erasure, covering, revealing and rebuilding take place at the same time and are part of my painting practice. I see my process of covering as a metaphor of forgetting and suppressing the past. The process of revealing and sanding the surface down alludes to a process of remembering.
Elee Kraljii Gardiner’s first book of poems promises to be a great read. Looking forward to picking up my copy in the coming week and biting into this…
Talonbooks Spring 2016 Poetry Launch is celebrating new works by Jordan Abel, bill bissett, Clint Burnham, Weyman Chan, and Carl Peters. (Weyman Chan is coming in from Calgary and bill bissett from Toronto!)
The poets will read from their brand-new books. Drinks and snacks will be served. Books will be available!
Doors open at 7:30 PM. Readings start at 8:00 with Carl Peters, Clint Burnham, and Jordan Abel, followed by a break, and then Weyman Chan and bill bissett. And Stephen Collis will host!
Free. All are welcome!
See you there.
I know I know – you’re tired of hearing about the inimitable Spenst. The Vancouver luminary, however, has released a new book of poetry! Ignite explores his father’s mental illness, being raised Mennonite, elegy, and, and, and. Just stop reading this and go read that.
Buy it here or at your local bookstore. Now.
What a day. I couldn’t make all the events, but those that I did were, without exception, very talented folks. Geoff Nilson read from his new chapbook We Have to Look, Shannon Rayne read several published pieces, Elee Kraljii Gardiner read from her brand-spankin new book, Serpentine Loop (out now from Anvil), and Jennifer Zilm read from her new book Waiting Room (BookThug). We were also treated to new poems from Leah Horlick, and Cecily Nicholson took over Artspeak with her phenomenal poems and voice. Already looking forward to next year, and hoping that organizer Kevin Spenst is doing well after a health scare…
The ever-excellent Kevin Spenst has organized a great multi-venue, multi-reader event in Vancouver! I’m reading with the incredible Cecily Nicholson (From the Poplars, Talonbooks 2015), but come see everyone!
Details are here.
This man rarely leaves my mind, or my pen. As I work towards an understanding (read: impossibility of grasping air) of how remembering works, and with my mother’s fading memory, this poem cuts into my mind and leaves its own stones.
“I Keep to Myself Such Measures…”
I keep to myself such
measures as I care for,
daily the rocks
There is nothing
but what thinking makes
it less tangible. The mind,
fast as it goes, loses
pace, puts in place of it
like rocks simple markers,
for a way only to
hopefully come back to
where it cannot. All
forgets. My mind sinks.
I hold in both hands such weight
it is my only description.
Another great event from Sean Cranbury – wonderful readers including Annelyse Gelman, Chelene Knight, Billeh Nickerson, Rahat Kurd, Billie Livingston and Beni Xiao. Good stuff. Looking forward to the next…