Furred In(ter)RUPTions

February 26, 2011

Dove out of the unblissful agony that is winter by Gary a couple weeks ago for the glories of Writers’ Rebellious In(ter)ventions at the Banff Centre. They’ve given me a music hut for my audio mischief and I love the witchy, blizzed and moonish trip out my res door to this sweet lil creative cave . . .

Out here I can breathe with this wee but wickedly radical group of peers I’m thrown into residency with . . . Nnn, yo, LO BEwholed, we’re into inter-everything – be it ruptions, actions, alities, relations . . . exploring writing and language through various media, OR the re-mediation of ideas and intentions from language into sound, jello, academic discourse re-imagined as playground, Facebook (so I have to re-activate my account to play along ;( ), embroidery, digitization . . . .

Found and lost on the path to the deeper woods to Hoodoos, to the elk pocket sleep picnics, to the sorrow of February twilight cast on icicle, to the slip and fall recover sway dance on the road to watch winter fall into the river tunneling down the mountain drive. I’ve got keys! in my hut to choreograph and beat-note neat my textual cravings.

And let me introduce you to my new radical pals who run presses, document collaboration –write life live line by line, and then flatline online biography, make beautiful sentences that self-destruct in post post-structuralist unverse and absolve us of about-isms

so we can conquer cold heads, case torn spirits and eye rogue land, rebel against the fallen hounded and dig ourselves out of context.

Note by noun, I’m floating these paragraphs out to mid-lake, post-dive from peer to intervening pier. We’re certainly having some stimulating con(ver)sations.

From real life,