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July 4th - July 10th, 2005
July 8th, 2005
and a half

if you've never watched
Fellini's 8 1/2

you must

suddenly, everything will be in perspective

except for those bombings at King's Cross
where we once
minded the gap

we just added it
to the list of places we've drunk
that have since been blown to pieces

like that bridge in Belgrade
where we ate too much yoghurt and vino
and ate it too quickly
after fasting all night on the train

and of course
that wall in Deutscheland
they knocked over


if one looked at all the pink temples
we've kneeled at
that have since collapsed

we could draw a rainbow coloured map
of all the damage we've done
and try to guess
where the next bomb would fall

July 7th, 2005
Rasp & Hard Liquor Poetry Fuckover

The first Rasp and Wine was hot - this one promises to be just as good. Or even better. In all likelihood, it won't be worse. I mean, shit, there's a poet from Winnipeg. Check it:


CT Staples and Mike Gravel present...
"The Rasp and the Wine - Hard Liquor Version"
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The Remedy Cafe :: 8631 - 109 Street, Edmonton. 8:00pm.

Four featured readers:
- Shima Robinson
- Monika Ptak
- Ct Staples
- And straight outta Winnipeg, our very special guest Rocco de Giacomo, who is promoting is his new book, "Everything is Still Burning : 20 Travel Poems".
An eight-reader open mic segment will follow the features. Free samosas, twenty-five hooter shooters and one round of barnyard fellatio will be available.


In other news, Eros and Civilization opened back up for business after a brief sabbatical. Obviously, Canadian Literature is back on track.

July 6th, 2005
Nadia's Latest Postcard

At least twice a week, I receive a postcard from Nadia, handprinted in tiny black letters. She lives downtown now. This came in the mail yesterday. I am tired.



Can we talk?

Yes, but first there is something I want. I bought a bottle of communion wine for tonight. Don’t ask where I bought it, or how much it cost.

Here’s what I want. I will leave the door unlocked tonight, and leave the bottle of wine near the stove. When you come over, I want you to walk in and open the bottle. I will be lying on the table, wearing the red dress, with nothing underneath. I will be lying on my back and I will have my legs bent and open a bit, and I will be barefoot. Make sure to strip the label off, and when the bottle is ready I want you to slip the tip of it up against the lips of my pussy and slide the bottleneck inside me. When it is inside, I want you to push my legs back over my head, so my pussy and my ass are up in the air, and the wine flows inside me. And then, I want you to pull the bottle out, carefully and quickly, so you don’t spill many drops. But keep my legs up, so the wine that is in there doesn’t spill out. And then I want you to drink the wine out of me. Keep my legs up at first and then lower me down to the table so it all flows out into your mouth. And when it is finished, I want you to do it over and over again until you have drunk the whole bottle. I don’t want to talk until you are done. If you say anything, I will scratch your face. Even when you’re done drinking, I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear anything until you have finished drinking and you have crawled on top of me on the table and fucked me and come inside me and we lie there dripping together in a red stained affair.

Then we can talk.


July 5th, 2005
South Country Fair

If you're in the Southern Alberta region and want a weekend of good poetry, folk music and hippie sweat, come on down to the South Country Fair July 15th - 17th.

As the folks at the SCF like to say:

"South Country Fair is a rural, peace-oriented, camping, music and arts festival that manifests itself annually just outside Fort Macleod, Alberta.

We like to think of ourselves as exciting but civilized - a bunch of "jolly escaped asses" as D.H. Lawrence might have described us, who observe a solitary rule of conduct: 'Eschew Obfuscation' (in Englische: Avoid Confusion; sub-text - be harmless).

Since the late 80's SCF has brought together all of the elements of old-world festivals and the heady and exotic flavours inherent to international ports-of-call, combined with very high production standards for a festival of our size, juxtaposed against a big blue prairie sky on the edge of a natural riparian forest.

Our attendance average the last few years has been 2,500, and you can expect to see almost anything on stage, from dub and rant poets, art films, 'street' performers, scathingly hot Cape Breton fiddling, hot-blooded bag pipes or Flamenco guitars, cool sarod or santur, djembe and/or dadouk, screaming electric guitars and mandolins - pretty much everything under the Sun has graced our stages in the last decade and a half or so. This year, the Devil himself makes an appearance when Mingus Tourette takes the Lotosland stage on Saturday night at 10pm, right after the 'Memorial' segment of the evening. "

Should be good times. Though having M. Tourette onstage after a touching memorial seems like a potential debacle. To learn more about the SCF, check out

Note: After the SCF, I'll be heading to Youthwrite to read to children and peddle my pink book to minors. Seriously. Accordingly, there may not be many updates the week of the 18th. Yes, the horror.

July 4th, 2005
be explosive

be explosive
be drunk
be an asshole
be entertaining


don't be so
at my expense
at our expense

don't run out your daily drama at our leisure

we'll wait until the precipitate version
is available

years after

with all the footnotes
about the women

and the times you sat with your knife
on your ledge

and laughed about doctors

But What Happened Last Week? By God, Find Out Here!