Entries from October 2010
October 27th, 2010 · 1 Comment
October 25th, 2010 · 3 Comments
into the dark
and you feel safe,
not right away, but, eventually
you become the dark.
You put it on
like a coat. You eat it
like a bar of chocolate.
Or you spit it out.
It is yours, this
dark to explore
get to know. Look
under the bed
or into the cupboard.
Close your eyes in the dark.
I am there,
even when I’m not,
so are you.
—– Ronna Bloom, January 14, 2010 at the Spontaneous Poetry Booth.
Victoria Littman, who worked at Accessibility Services, died on October 11, 2010. She asked me to write a poem for her son who was scared of the dark. This poem is sent out in her memory.
October 15th, 2010 · No Comments
The Soul’s Tongue
Four Tuesdays: Oct 19, 26, November 2, & 9
Multi-Faith Centre, 3rd Fl, 569 Spadina Ave
What is the language of the soul? Does it speak? Do we speak to it? Of it? We will write from the fuzzy, vague, loaded, alive energy of words like, “soul”, “sacred”, “spiritual”, and “holy”. What could they mean at the University? If we avoid these words, where do they belong? Using the writing of others as a springboard, see what wants to speak, what this language points to, and what, if anything, it has to do with your work and life. Limited number of participants. Registration required at the Multi-Faith Centre.
October 12th, 2010 · 1 Comment
On Thursday, October 14th, 2010 Beth Follett, a Toronto-based writer and owner of Pedlar Press, will launch her first chapbook, Bone Hinged. The event will take place in the Hart House Library starting at 7:30 pm and will feature readings from the new work and Beth’s experience as a Canadian publisher.
October 11th, 2010 · No Comments
One more poem from The Spontaneous Poetry Booth. It was requested by a recent grad.
To Start Me Off
I am thirsty for something
but I don’t now what it is.
It has no numbers and I don’t think it costs a lot
but I could be wrong.
I want a flavor I am missing.
There is a parched place that needs a spring.
I need a bit of heart to feed my business self.
I need to speak in the language of my home.
I need to find the words, the sounds, the squawks to speak.
I need a poem to start me off,
October 4th, 2010 · No Comments
You are welcome to register for any of these workshops:
Connecting Up: Dreams, Values, Learning and Family Life
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Presented in partnership with the Office of Family Care.
Autobiography: The Urge to Write, The Fear of Writing, and
One Afternoon To Do It
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Presented in conjunction with Hart House and the Hancock Lecture
The Soul’s Tongue
Four Tuesdays beginning October 19, 2010
Presented with the Multi-Faith Centre
October 4th, 2010 · 1 Comment
At the Spontaneous Poetry Booths in September over 20 poems were written and almost $40 raised for the U of T food bank. Poems were written on the spot in response to requests. People were generous with their money and themselves. Here’s one of the poems that emerged on the subject of change.
Inside, the furniture has shifted
and I don’t know
where the chairs are. I don’t
know what’s happened to the
refrigerator but it’s not
where it used to be. All my cutlery
is on the wall like decorations
all my jewelery is displayed
I have landed in another country
of the body
heart and house
and I am here
still looking around