Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be;
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell, -- Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee;
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay
Showing posts with label Canadian literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canadian literature. Show all posts
Elder daughter is criss-crossing Norway with a friend who has resided there for the past few years, a dream-trip twice postponed by circumstances financial and pandemic. Yesterday, she found herself in Oslo's Deichman bibliotek, the largest library in Norway, and confronted with a Canadian (and Victorian) connection.
Nine years ago, I wrote about my brief encounter with Alice Munro. She died about a dozen days ago, and readers across the country mourned, even though she had been sidelined by dementia. Her short stories remain, though: wry, pointed, and bleakly funny.
I bet Norwegians really got her, I texted elder daughter this morning.
It is my habit to listen to the CBC Radio Two Morning show as I get up, and during this October, this song is the one that makes me stop what I'm doing.
I've posted about Blackie and the Rodeo Kings before and have explained that they're a kind of super-group, comprised of three highly-respected Canadian singer/songwriters: Stephen Fearing, Tom Wilson, and Colin Lindon. This is from a compilation of collaborations with male artists (hence the Kings and Kings - they did a Kings and Queens a few years back), and the collaborator in this case is Dallas Green aka City and Colour, joining in on Tom Wilson's haunting song based on a 2014 novel by Miriam Toews called All My Puny Sorrows, loosely based on what led up to her sister's suicide.
(Coincidentally, Toews got a degree in journalism at University of King's College -- like elder daughter, though obviously about a quarter of a century earlier.)
About a year and a half ago, Wilson premiered the song on the CBC Radio show "q", with Toews listening. You should listen, too. It sounds like a completely different song. Wilson starts performing about four minutes in:
I live in the capital city of Canada....and I'd rather not! I'm like Persephone, doomed to spend 10 months of the year in Hades and two months in my hometown. Except that Persephone got to go home for six months out of the year.
I Think I Get The Picture
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"Hi, I'd like to order a monkey cake for my son, but I want to make sure
there won't be any mix-ups like what happened last week."
"Oh? What happened las...
Canadiana adds Streetsville Newspapers
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Six of the ten August additions to Canadiana are Streetsville/Port Credit
newspapers, covering substantial runs from 1890 through 1923. Further
issues, t...
1972 | The Tasadays – National Geographic
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In the early 1970s, a wave of anthropologists, archaeologists and others
who descended on Mindanao, in the southern Philippines. Rainforests there
were pla...
Links for OGS Memorials Webinar 2 November 2023
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Ontario War Memorials, by Tim Laye
https://ontariowarmemorials.blogspot.com/Canadian Military Memorials
Database (now Military memorials in Canada)
https:...
Square Eyes
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Do they still say that if you watch too much television you’ll get square
eyes? Or is that an expression that went out of fashion when kids started
spend...
Canada Day
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I was pretty much unaware of Canada Day this year. I grew up in Ottawa and
it was always a huge deal there. Just packed. The streets were always too
conges...
Quid pro quo
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A lovely lady called Chirping Norton (well, I assume that isn’t actually
her name, but) asked me very kindly if I would update the blog and then she
said s...
Adjust contrast of a pdf free
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Closer to the eye of the shooter, this is because Preview is quite
literally applying a filter to each individual page of the PDF you are
saving. the proce...
The way I write...
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Following on from my previous post about writing sisters, I thought I'd
give a few insights into the way I write, as opposed to the way, Virginia
does it. ...
Another Goodbye ... and another Hello!
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I've kept a blog for 10 years now. My very first blogpost (here) was about
big pants. Since then we've discussed everything from the existence of god
to...
AUDIO REVIEW: The Diary of River Song Series 1
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*The Diary of River Song Series 1*
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*Out N...
In the ‘hood
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He’s tall, thin, and tweedy; dressed in a combination of wheat-coloured
linens and wool and accented with dramatic scholarly tortoiseshell glasses
and thic...
and yes I said yes I will Yes.
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OK, so my good intentions didn't get many posts written, eh? Of course,
like everyone registered to vote in Scotland, I've been a bit preoccupied
just rece...
Happiness is a turquoise lip gloss fairy
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Today is my birthday and I am home on the couch, mildly hungover from
overindulging at a wonderful party last night. The Fucking Cats are lying
beside me, ...
Wave Hello ... Say Goodbye ...
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This is my very last post on this blog.
It has been very good to me this past four years but it's starting to go
all wonky and haywire and it's becoming to...