I'm posting this a little earlier in the week than usual as I'm off for a few days. I'm heading to Kaslo to one of Holley Rubinsky's Writing Retreats. This time I get the little cabin in the field!
(February Sun is a poem by Victoria BC poet, Wendy Morton)
“may you stumble at last upon some band of Inuit
hauling their catch of seal across the ice”
Almost a full moon. August, the
caddis flies still sneaking in
to get at the lights, the days shorter.
My friend tells me of her trip to Labrador,
of children and laughter and icebergs,
the ice cold as a missed meeting.
Imagine a piece of it coming away
from its larger self, floating out to sea,
the sea a giant drink complete
with ice cube. Slaked thirst. Bottomless.
One of my many postcard poem friends, JI Kleinberg, posted this about the August adventure.
ModPo is happening again! Ten weeks of delving into Modern and Contemporary American Poetry with Professor Al Filreis through the University of Pennsylvania. It's a MOOC, offered through Coursera, same one I did last year but amazingly, there's still so much to be learned. The interaction on the forums is much less daunting this year, to me anyway. Today I was involved in a rousing discussion about William Carlos Williams' Danse Russe.
And finally, in other poetry news, if you live in Cascadia make a note of the these dates: May 2–4, 2014, Cascadia Poetry Conference in Seattle. More details to follow. I'm determined to get to this one.
But first, Kaslo.