Sunday, February 26, 2017

Bow River

"NOW the little rivers go
Muffled safely under snow,

And the winding meadow streams
Murmur in their wintry dreams,"

from Winter Streams 
by Bliss Carmen

Saturday, February 18, 2017

After a good check up with my doctor, I took my camera 
to Kensington our first neighbourhood in Calgary. 

Through no intent on my part 
a theme emerged.

 This week my wife and I attended a talk at the university by 
author Michael Chabon. I quite enjoyed it and 
will be reading more of his work.

“There's nothing more embarrassing than to have  
earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.” 

                                                     from Wonder Boys
                                                     by Michael Chabon

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Valentine's Day 2017

Days of Construction Paper and Macaroni

Office bound how often the seasons, years go unremarked.
In the younger grades you decorated the classroom.
Iron autumn leaves between sheets of wax paper and it is fall.
Black cat cutouts, Halloween, an accordion turkey, it is Thanksgiving.

Cut out intricate snowflakes for winter, macaroni trees, it is Christmas.
February and there are Valentines for everyone for once.
Easter eggs, paper tulips, it is spring and change is in the air.
And in the summer you ran thru an endless twilight
until the street lights called you home.




Monday, February 6, 2017

''It was one of those Saturday afternoons where the snow 
is coming down gray and mean, and you can't even get a
 decent recorded message on the answering machines 
of strangers."

from review of The Lonely Guy
by Roger Ebert

Sunday, February 5, 2017

a couple of centimetres Saturday, 
more coming.

"Let us keep melodrama out of this scene,
Eye open to daylight, foot on the firm earth."

from Son-And-Heir
by A.J.M. Smith

Thursday, February 2, 2017

I seem to be having trouble with the font size of text
on the right side of my blog, but only for one quote. 
I am going to leave it for awhile and see if it self corrects.

"Patience is the wideness of the night 
the simple pain of stars 
the muffled explosion of velvet 
it moves itself generally 
through particulars 
accepts the telling of time 
without day's relativity. "

from Patience
by Phyllis Webb

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

"I choose freedom. For even if justice is not realised, 
freedom maintains the power of protest against injustice 
and keeps communication open."

from The Rebel
by Albert Camus