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Enough to say

About the distance to Paris, Saskatoon, Seoul & Tokyo, whatever else, it is enough to say it's far. And the distance between my love and me measured by snowstorms and oil massages, it is enough to say we're near. We cannot see beyond these worlds, pixels, resolving on flat white screens. And because of our love we have no other thought than to sip this white wine. - See: Personal Poetry Korean :: note :: ... apologies to Twentieth-century Korean poet Pak Chaesam (1933-1997, also transliterated as Pak Jae-Sam) & poem Enough to Say It's Far ... good to have my love at home ...

to link or not to link

Social networking is useful, imho, as a way to share links. I use Twitter almost exclusively for sharing. Excellent link-sharing tool. Blogging is my way to explore writing. Before Twitter & FB I did use a blog for sharing links. Rarely now. Most aren't that interested in other people's experiments. Most of the time i don't anticipate misunderstandings and hardly self-edit. Result are comments in FB that are contentious or I misunderstand. So I question linking blog to FB/Twitter. My blog is primarily a halfalogue. - See: Personal :: note :: ... won't link this to social networking ... apologies to dave winer ...

trout mask replica

It is 2010, just after the leak. Am I here that I am reduced located inside the backspace & I need your trout mask. You will find me south of the snow drift, where the trees collect hoarfrost especially at night, where wind and cold rub the edges. We burn memories to shape one another; to stay the icefall that it not shatter toe slope wells. We are running out of shamanic time, pitch fork and axe. Rattles stuffed in the willow bowed roof and whistle lies wet with no breath. We should be singing to one another, grease and cedar. We should be fire, rock and steam. We should be still, or at least, bearing pain. Be in the fourth round of thanks. The light invisible except to the elder. We will be whited out. Early tailings of nothing behind the fence. One howls, screams. No, we must first be fire. Be kindling. Be wood Be embers. - See: Writings Poetry :: note :: ... an evening at Wanuskawin ... ramblings, riff raff ...

SNTC survival

It was fun eavesdropping on the Temple rehearsals of Luff Actually directed by Curtis Peeteetuce. Simply a wall away I would often catch myself guffawing over the lines. To finally see the wonderful farce in performance was a joy. More joy was watching Lacey Eninew & Aaron Shingoose, actors I had taught as students. Seeing them move on in the theatre world is rewarding. Catch an excerpt on YouTube or read about it in Plenty of laughter and love in 'A Rez Christmas Story ' By Andréa Ledding Sage Writer Saskatoon. ’ Also attended Drew Hayden Taylor's Toronto At Dreamer's Rock produced by 4E Presentations from Saskatoon at Persephone Theatre's Youth Series with my high school students. Again to see students I previously taught was exciting. Lance LaRoque in particular has been forging a sustainable path in the theatre world. In fact all the artists of both productions where graduates of The Saskatoon Native Theatre Company (SNTC). The importance of SNTC is in

Skit Skit III

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Skit Skit III (if you will) at Persephone Theatre's Backstage Stage December 2 - 5 created intense excitement for their March shows (for me at least) ... " Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own"--Jonathan Swift ... not this company their cup runneth over as they ridicule their own foolishness with a disarming blend of humour, wit, nonsense, criticism, as well as some didactic intentions ... visit Facebook page to view some of the video clips: Mr. Groove, Tanorexia, School of Acting & more ... ... sketch comedy may sometimes be uneven ... not Skit Skit III ... the troupe (Ashton Francis, Tara Schoonbaert, Kristen Holfeuer, Ed Machete Mendez, Ashley Turner, Brent Mhic Pharthalain) tackles material with authority and a confidence that comes from experience and fearlessness ... to take time, endless time crossing the full length of the stage with gums flapping and crutch twitching or the sudden appearanc

Peer Gynt

Alison Croggon in her brilliantly informative blog : theatre notes - independent theatre reviews and commentary writes on Four Larks original adaptation of Ibsen's Peer Gynt ... maybe the strongest aspect of this company's theatre is its design..." I was reminded of Greystone Theatre's own adaptation in March '10 ... here are Jim Guedo's directors notes ... This is a contemporary take on the Norwegian classic. Before writing the prose plays for which he would be universally acclaimed as the father of modern drama, Ibsen wrote one of the last great verse epics of the nineteenth century. Based in part on Norwegian folk traditions, Peer Gynt is by turns comic, tragic, lyrical and fantastic. The play has been adapted to speak to contemporary audiences by replacing the 'folk tales' underpinnings [which spoke to audiences of his day] with modern pop culture references, which are ingrained in much the same manner in our minds. The original fluctuated

Movember

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E.D. Feehan drama teacher Raymon Montalbetti loses it all Wednesday while participating in Movember charity festivitiesv Photograph by: Greg Pender, The StarPhoenix, The StarPhoenix; with files from Postmedia News E.D. Feehan High School Grade 11 student Taylor Arcand says she's thankful November is finally over. Arcand sat near the back of the school's auditorium Tuesday laughing and wincing with the rest of the crowd as 14 mustachioed male students and staff paraded onstage. "It's really weird. Guys with moustaches and beards are just ewww!" she said. Fundraisers were held across North America last month, mostly to raise awareness for prostate cancer in a ritual that has become known as Movember. In Saskatoon, events were held at Louis' pub and other locations. The Feehan event was in this spirit, although staff and students chose to raise funds for their year-long campaign for Pakistan flood victims instead. Drama teacher Raymon Montalbetti sported a thick,