Oversion’s Weblog

Technically it’s not true, as I wouldn’t have spent the day here in Toronto at the photocopy shop on sacred Spadina. But in a sense. The small press dwells outside of all other coordinates. What did you have then is another kind of question. And look at the title: “What I’d have had had I..” – It’s a long way to Ottawa. Like time travel. Too strange that I lived and loved and bicycled there, like Alice in frickin’ Wonderland. Across the smoothe bridge, up Hull. I was young and it was fun. A highlight: the night my outrageously beautiful girlfriend and I went to see Tarzan. Oh did we have fun. The night she, I and another friend went to see American Werewolf in London. Hmm

Ah the memories: The night I danced to Public Image leaping six to nine feet at a step the only on the dance floor at the new hull mafia club that opened the week two would have been competitors burned to the ground. Imagine the glory of that. The day I biked up around The Area and pretty sure it was the Prime Minister’s home I was out front of, and chuckled. Me, me, me, of course, you’re quite right. I apologize. Not that all the books I’d have had of had, are such: included would have been works of my Dad, Laurel Reed and Exile books of my writing, perhaps an Old Poets Press, Rose and Dick DeShaw’s imprint/vehicle, deliberately funny as OPP. And books I’ve of other writers writing, and the magazines (now shown here)

This one was made for the day at Harbourfront where I believed that some of my father’s writing was called for. Along with notes of the occasion. 

(and the classic figure reading a poem under a tree drawing, an expartite to “the 8 passing” bringing my Dad into the event. 

He died in 97, and is part of every moment of poetry there is. One of the poems is set along the Ottawa River. But you would have seen that had you been. If you’d picked up a copy and read it. But had I been in Ottawa I’d have been tired. Probably distraughtly so. What a way to spend the weekend. 

Instead I got to do some reading, lots of photocopying, mostly with a mind to next visit to Windsor/Essex County. I’ve moved the date up enough that the parks and shoreline should be still mostly returned to nature. God knows whats being allowed to grow! Good for it! Hurrah for weeds.