crumbs of memory
... The Interdisciplinary/Multidisciplinary Woolf Conference yielded two open parts to their program. A play & poetry reading: Angel in the House by Eureka at Greystone Theatre presented by the University of Saskatchewan Drama Department & poet Louise Halfe/Skydancer reading at the Mendel Art Gallery ...
... what I love about conferences, though I was not a participant, is the research aura that surrounds these events ... a celebration of research ... both events ultimately revealed treasures of knowledge ...
... just some simple notes afterwards ...
... who was Bloomsbury? Eureka? ... the play was partly "an exploration of the gender and sexual politics of Bloomsbury, her intellectual/artistic circle ... Bloomsbury's interdisciplinary nature ... Woolf's friends, family members, and colleagues suggest how a combination of academic work, artistic production, and political analysis can articulate itself through public engagement." ... " a veteran member of New York's Ridiculous Theatre company" ...
... who was Bloomsbury? Eureka? ... the play was partly "an exploration of the gender and sexual politics of Bloomsbury, her intellectual/artistic circle ... Bloomsbury's interdisciplinary nature ... Woolf's friends, family members, and colleagues suggest how a combination of academic work, artistic production, and political analysis can articulate itself through public engagement." ... " a veteran member of New York's Ridiculous Theatre company" ...
... listening to Louise Halfe reading ... refreshingly passionate and playful ... always teaching and learning ... She introduced herself first in Cree then in English ... shared wihtikow, wisahkecahk, and e-kweskit ... couldn't catch the first name ... as Halfe couldn't remember e-kweskit till the end half jokingly saying not time to share I guess ... guess it's not time for me to remember ...
... she read with such joyful rhythm accelerating to thoughtful silences ... gesturing to the skies and horizons ... peering at us over the top of her glasses to make sure we were not lost ... her words rose from her flaming red dress and silver hair like the glowing heated stones and smoke of a healing lodge ... that's what it was ... not a poetry reading but a prayer of oral storytelling ... disguised as good gossip ...
... she answered questions exhuberently ... concluded wanting to know where everyone was from and was excited to hear the names of Nebraska, Idaho, Italy as well as Scotland and England ...
:: Note :: ... leaving crumbs of memory ...
