http://rosedeshaw.com Bits Of My Life Thu, 21 Aug 2008 21:44:29 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I have always bitten off little chunks of my life, like pieces of thread and sold them to whatever journal, magazine or anthology was handy at the time. Some have been songs. On these pages I'm going to try and get some of them together as well as promote the ... http://rosedeshaw.com/just-starting-out/ I have begun to hate these laden shelves High-ceilinged building, aisles, altars along the front, communicants line up, display what we have chosen worthy, while, overhead the litany drones on, about the virtues present in this room, how blessed we are to have such fulsome stuff, cossetted from weather and the streets, enjoying special perks, convenience. Then carefully chosen shopping ... http://rosedeshaw.com/mallgoing/ I was writing when my stomach created the first note and sent it to my brain. "I am empty," it read, "How about that left over pizza with cheese and anchovies in the fridge?' My brain agreed, ccing my tastebuds, who said, 'ummm' and emailed my spine which, with a sigh, unbent and raised the skeleton, directing the feet kitchenward. My mind, however, remained back in the ... http://rosedeshaw.com/internal-correspondences/ "Does it cohere? Is it credible?" The British poet, Michael Glover tells us to question the poem we are making in a workshop he gave on a humid Monday afternoon here in this small Canadian prison town, of Kingston, Ontario.a With his wife, the artist, Ruth Dupre, Glover spoke about the ... http://rosedeshaw.com/how-a-poem-is-made-workshop/ I favor sitting in the old chairs by my front door when the guitar and the sun is out wind not strong enough to pick the poppy petals, neighbours mellow and not panhandling. it helps to have a hound around, lying out so flat someone swears he's dead but for the twitch and snuffle. The old stuff starts like a ... http://rosedeshaw.com/on-not-singing-alone/ I never have a rock without a roll Tunes just chew and swallow me up whole And so I play them not, a silent soul Sitting while the quiet takes its toll On my gnarly knotted music shhing knoll Science has proved that everything in nature has a voice, a distinct sound of its own, ... http://rosedeshaw.com/a-riff-upon-a-19th-century-penchant/ (for John) You’ve got to admire those dead flies Hanging from the sticky strip In the far from model kitchen At least they felt passion, died in the throes of it, disappointing spider Sunday dinner not gone for nothing but wild with desire not hunted down, life fluid sucked slowly till just dry husk remains, strapped to nursing home bed. No more choice. Decisions ... http://rosedeshaw.com/motivation/ Mother Time, Joanne Arnott’s sixth book, is as strong on the time as it is on the mothering. (Ronsdale Press, 2007, 139pp, ISBN 978-155380-046-0). ‘Enchantment & Freedom,’ for example: ‘When did the chant begin? How many generations or thousands of years, shaken in the womb to the same damn rhythm…” Measuring, (“today ... http://rosedeshaw.com/review-of-mother-time/ Oh Inukshuks they have no knees, no knees Yet they do as they very well please. Oh please They cannot ride a bike Though Inukshuk can hike Like the rates of Olympic park fees Inukshuks are made out of rocks, they rock On their flat feet you never see socks, no sock, Sometimes they may stir It will ... http://rosedeshaw.com/inukshuk-troubles-poem/ WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW? What went on behind the scenes of the old bookshop? Why did the police bring up the bodies at dinner? When were the newspaper headlines accurate? Where was the bishop when it started? How did the burglar break in? Who knows the secrets? A Story Of Salterton is the memoir I have ... http://rosedeshaw.com/chapter-outline-of-salterton/