actually, two new words of the day, this time from Manuel in Madrid (but originally Andalusian)… Malage, from mal angel (bad angel)… someone who sees the bad in everything, who has a bad attitude, someone who is not fun to be with…. Desaborio, which means without flavour or taste, and refers to someone who is totally uninteresting, flavourless, colourless… I think we might refer to this type of person as a “long drink of water”. tonight I am dancing a bulerias and a tangos solo for the first time… I hope my feet aren’t malages tonight and that my dancing isn’t desaborio!
I see in the G & M this morning, that the Pope has issued some new deadly sins. Well maybe not deadly, but they’re way up there. To quote the Vatican, “If yesterday sin had a rather individualistic dimension, today it has a weight, a resonance, that’s especially social, rather than individual.”
So here they are :
pollution of the earth
violations of the basic rights of human nature through genetic manipulation
drugs that weaken the mind and cloud intelligence
the imbalance between the rich and the poor
I can’t disagree with any of those…. though I think Marx might want to make a comment about “the opiate of the masses”… discuss
One of the best things about living in the U.K. was BBC 4. Often mocked as being the mouthpiece for liberal, middle-class Britain, BBC 4 was remarkable in my opinion, for the amount of drama, book programs, poetry programs and programs that discussed religion (often engaging skeptics vrs. the religious in thoughtful debate). BBC 4 is 99.9% intelligent (some of the news/current affairs programs get tedious with their formula of debate), 75% heart, and a good 20% pure soul; the latter being its religion coverage and its poetry. Since coming home to Canada, I have taken to listening to the Beeb online. I particularly enjoy their “Listen Again” feature.
This past week there has been a great program on poet Philip Larkin’s “lost tapes”. Sometime in the ’70’s, Larkin recorded his “best” poems. The tapes, made by a friend, were sitting on a shelf in a garage for 25 years gathering dust, and were only rediscovered a few months ago. Fortunately, time didn’t destroy the tapes, which seem to be a collection of the pieces that Larkin felt were his best, but which, because of “contractual agreements”, couldn’t be published as a collection.The broadcast, “The Larkin Tapes”, talks about the discovery of the tapes, how the tapes were originally made, about Larkin’s personality (Andrew Motion is interviewed), and best of all, replays a number of Larkin’s poems as read by the poet. Check it out … just click on the listen again feature for Saturday, “The Larkin Tapes”.
The other great program you might want to listen to, is the Eleanor Wachtel interview with Turkish writer, Orhan Pamuk. It was so intriguing listening to Pamuk discuss his apprenticeship as a writer, studying the European classics intensely for a decade, his admiration of Dosteovsky, about his inner life as a writer, and also, intriguingly, about his methodology for researching a book. For his novel, Snow, he wandered the streets of a Turkish city, videotaping streets and houses, interviewing people, then taking his material back to Istanbul and digesting it. Fascinating. I’m going out to buy his latest book, Colours, a collection of essays, today. Essays, are my favourite form when reading for relaxation or inspiration. Whenever I need to think clearly, or write clearly, I take out Orwell’s collected essays and read one. Maybe I should do that daily! Here is the link to Writers and Company and the Pamuk interview.
than it is climbing up. Last week I hiked up Sulfur Mt. in the Rockies – slow, steady, one foot in front of the other, never looking more than five steps ahead, not looking back, then suddenly, I was there at the top of the world, my cheeks bright and stinging from the cool icy wind. Hiking back down – slippery, fast, requiring great concentration. And now I am metaphorically climbing back down the mountain after two weeks living/breathing/dreaming my work…two weeks of meeting fellow writers/artists, fascinating scientists… dreamers/doers. Back to the day-t0-day world. Back to working in isolation. Oh it’s not a bad thing… I am with my beloveds… still, I always leave a part of me in the mountains when I go. Here is the magic potion I take to get me back home… I get it on my internet radio, don’t know if it’s available online… it’s worth a try…click on flamenco…I dare you not to feel heat.
Ms. Ellebelle brilliance can’t begin to describe this one…I had the amazing experience of singing one of her songs with her today in her studio…Oh When the Saints… listen/treat yourself… guaranteed you will hear of her in the future…
an amazing painter and a great poet too. Check out her blog Spatherdab. Another Banff treasure.
I am a slapdash/promiscuous user of punctuation; some claim I am irresponsible in my metissage of /’s and ;’s ; others cite me incomprehensible; yet others believe my work muddy (and I am grateful to all who make me take a second, third, fifteen look at my work.) Two years back, Don MacKay chastised me gently for lack of punctuation! And so the punctuation pendulum swings back and forth, back and forth. Here’s an interesting essay on the semicolon. Apparently it’s back (well at least in 1999 when the article was published; perhaps it’s out of fashion again). I never realized the semicolon was gone in the first place. Secrets of the Semicolon What punctuatorial secrets have you?
here’s something I wrote quite awhile ago and which is Leaf Press’ Monday Poem Begin/The Year This week is the beginning of lambing on the west coast where I live.
Carlos sends Verborrea when one speaks too much. What would the word be when one speaks/writes too little? Constaverbation?