Oversion

August 13, 2012

Indigenus here and not that many other Continents

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 5:39 am

Yesterday night we went to Planet Indigenus readings
We were latish because of the daylong obstreporously difficult expensive and sometimes impossible parking.
I’m a non-car-driver so it always startles me.
The readers themes of displacement and lives pushed
out to the edge strong and resonant of a feeling I think
a lot of people have now in electric relief through their
own and observed states of life. Not the knocked down feeling
but the ideal sense distracted.

At the same time it was all wonderful, 100% good spirited, fun
and beneficial.

People do still want life to have more meaning, or have public life
as meaningful as real life is, to put it better.

There’s always a provisio with harbourfront events:
98% harbourfront 2% the featured content of the
fleeting moment! Their difficult parking facilities,
surprising layout, made us miss the first reader,
Brian Wright-McLeod, who sounded like the
most assertive political one “Red Power” –
not necessarily the best reader
we’ll never know. Parking in this city
really is an intellectual hazard.
All it has to be is realistic and understandable
and non predatory = and = obviously
not so it delays seeing the first reader.
Gatenby used to deride the other reading
series in the city, but we didn’t haven’t
to navigate jetsons car land to go to the other readings
and miss the first reader trying to comprehend the parking system
I’d read up and couldn’t wait to see Brian Wright McLeod

too windy for the hang gliders or parachutes
had to try to understand the parking
then figure out where we were

— got there for all of Hayden-Taylor whose more of a familiar locally just fine. His reading enjoyable, he’s a pro, knows his audiences. Now that I’ve gotten to resume working on this
writeup of the night, I can say that everywhere I encounter his
writing and views on the radio and so on I can’t recall disagreeing
he seems like he has a reliable view on many things, a good mind.
And it was nice he gave such a friendly reading. The audience
quite happy, a kind of homeopathic gentleness to his harbourfront
presentation.

Thomas King the poet novelist he’s from BC
of Cherokee German and Greek descent, tall and elegant,
dry humour and with similar themes of displacement and lostness
yet reserves (not a pun) of perspective even while navigating trouble. Really liked him. His story portion read was of
protagonist trying to suicide by setting up naked and
without eyewear on ocean rocks before tide anticipating
being swept away. But instead just winds up on shore
naked and blind, to be wryly encountered by locals.
Genuinely and warmly funny. He was wearing a very
stylish black hat to start, looking all exotic West
and he says “I’m sharing a few moments with you wearing this hat.
I’m wearing it because I just bought it today, and am extremely fond of it right now.”
A nice trick for quick connecting to the present.
Good Art!
Such an influence on my father and I
The divine tradition of native literature native religions
I hear it all on a fully built honey comb
Closer to home
Today we went
along
the
lakefront to Bluffers Park, where
the marina restaurent
deck patio is right and left
above the water, just a few
feet above. Mallards
actually swam up and stayed
hoping for bread, a ferret was asleep in the
shade on the dock, the sparrows came right up to fingertips.
I said our bread probably wasn’t good for them. But Joanne said
they are going to be eating a lot of bread here every summer; (empowering the birds I thought) (all of west essex county
is healing oriented, in the good way

they were clearly socialized to the marina and boat parking lot
and clearly into asking for bread, looking up at us at our table
impatiently opening beaks. People are really nice there, down under
the Scarborough Bluffs, vast vista, everyone happy.
And they have excellent food. Only the parking’s a bit odd.

 

In the morning the world will get to its regular speed.
And we’ll talk on the phone!

Fields of beets, fields of head lettuce, red leaf
lettuce, the green and red good tomatoes

Fellow Canadian and Canadian First Nations Influenced
Canadian and First Nations Influenced Poets

we indeed made it to Planet Indigenus last night all very good. Grampa and Gramma
on our shoulders like longed live Aunts as if still alive now.
I’d half think the people who worked as coalminers and plumbers
and millworkers back then and everything else probably felt
the same way about the wholeness of life everyone perhaps
in the 26,000 to 61,000 range of yearly income, everyone

Thomas King the poet novelist I would think though. he’s from BC
and of Cherokee German and Greek descent, tall and elegant,
dry humour and a bit more real with similar themes
of displacement and lostness strengths we have perspective even while navigating trouble.

Really liked him. His story portion read was of
protagonist trying to suicide by setting up naked
and without eyewear on ocean rocks before tide
anticipating being swept away. But instead winds
up on shore naked and blind, to be wryly encountered by locals. Genuinely and warmly funny. He was wearing a very stylish
black hat to start, looking all exotic West and he says
“I’m sharing a few moments with you wearing this hat.
I’m wearing it because I just bought it today,
and am extremely fond of it right now.”
A nice trick for quick connecting to the present.
*and not a recorded and transcribed quotation flyfarthing memory

We tried bannock favorably at rarely encountered
indigenus food stand like basic old hamburger stand,
but bison, bannock, melon salad and o to mary it up
with the sauces spices dressings in all the other tents

I’d have to say Planet Indigenus is the best Toronto festival

Corn soup. And bought eucalyptus gel for good breathing
(australian but the guy makes them himself;
could have had fir needle but he oddly said
“for you, the eucalyptus would be better”
with some mysterious diagnostic savvy.
Little jars of powerful scent in gel,
“lasts 8 months” – lots of mix of whole north
and south and central america indigenus
A lot more would be amazing on the waterfront

Joanne questioned my willingness to put a
scent gel on my body But I was certain
and enjoy eucalyptus – gels in general

…which threw me a bit, anticipating
all from up here. So much jalapeno,
including maple jalapeno spice,
fantastic purchase that one.
Such a warm hot enjoyable kick
nicely smoothed by the maple
all home made and invented by the
guy, (a different stand than the others)
featuring many wine jellies and sauces and salad dressings.
…with the lake clipping away and super rich puffy poststorm clouds.

The astro turf laid down provided an element of toronto interventionism but ultimately what emerged
was some neat stuff in hand and a good impression of
Thomas King. An enjoyed oar across the board

It reminds me of
Psychic dreams I had in the 80s
Usually
Usually It
reminds me of local
relations anywhere
Where real people
who live there work out ways with their
awful governments
To not have the government cause
so much harm relentlessly

And as childish as governments can be,
because of all their stress “golf courses”
“steakhouses” and “did you orgasm? Viral
energy and knowledge

The real living beings out here I the ostensibly publicized world live real lives

And seek everywhere livable means of living

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1 Comment »

  1. Trippy ending still – the endings confusing

    Comment by oversion — August 21, 2012 @ 3:35 am


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