Wednesday, August 5, 2020

One thing the hand of Time shall spare, For the grim Idiot at the gate Is deathless and eternal there.

"cattle and horses browsed around
derricks and pumps.
I braked the car when a mare and colt
wandered onto the road.
They stared at me, and I thought,
here is the past, looking at the present.
Then I remembered that grass will come up
when the wells are stuttering straws
in an empty bottle."

from Meeting on Asphalt
by Bert Alnon

The deal says no fieldwork is to be done on the main branch of the Athabasca River. That means the program won't fund monitoring downstream of the oilsands even as the province considers proposals to allow the water from oilsands tailings ponds to be released into the river.

Subject line is from Archibald Lampman's "The City at the End of Things"

Friday, July 31, 2020

Today two Canadian poetry books came by mail, roses from the garden, Mexican food and cake later

Roses picked from the garden this afternoon, the yellow is a Bill Reid
the two peach are Olds College Roses and the pink is an explorer rose
I think a John Davis.

Two poetry books that came in the mail today. 
The Pratt was a gift in 1927.
This is the first page of "Farewell to Winnipeg" from 
Deeper into the Forest  by Roy Daniels, 1948.

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Dorothy, Alberrta

"With the maps lost, the voyages
Cancelled by legislation years ago,
This is become a territory without name."

by Margaret Avison

Sunday, July 26, 2020

On a walk thru the neighbourhood

           pressed into words
                                                made crazy with colour"

           by Phyllis Webb

Friday, July 17, 2020

Tree Swallow at the farm and the open road

"Live with me on Earth among red berries and the bluebirds
And leafy young twigs whispering
Within such little spaces, between such floors of green, such
     figures in the clouds
That two of us could fill our lives with delicate wanting:"

from Live with me on earth under the invisible daylight moon
by Milton Acorn

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Red Tail

" Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?"

from Some Questions You Might Ask
by Mary Oliver

Wednesday, July 15, 2020

The farm

   “I farm a little plot of things to say, with not much frontage on the busy road.”
     —Ted Kooser journal entry, December 7, 1972