i sing the body electric

walt whitman was born today, and if american poetry has a father and a mother, then walt and emily are them.
as for me, i follow the cruelty and concise beauty of emily, the slant rhymes and breath breaks of her almost sonnets- and this is to my chargin and shame.

whitman, that mad man, that prophet, that marvelous barbarian who ripped apart all that was proper and good, the old lecherous goat who worked forever on his poems, who wasnt sure what he was saying but said it was power. its like trying to harness 1000 horses, trying to get eagles to fly in formation, trying to find gold in the muck of a primordial swamp.

pound wrote this, b/c pound was whitmans son with an education and some time in europe but unable to escape the messy political democratic narratives that make some american poemsy (see ezras reluctance, and look at ginsbergs balls on yr chin capitulation to the whitmanic form-a lesson there)

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman--
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root--
Let there be commerce between us.

about the second of two tatu clones
BatmansAScientst: Oh this is too good
PinkMoosePearl: isnt it
PinkMoosePearl: i love living at the decadent end of spectacle culture
PinkMoosePearl: i love genderfuckqueertheory informed international dyke love
BatmansAScientst: hah
BatmansAScientst: I like teenage girls getting it on with each other

their is a japanese clone of tatu whos name translates into presumed girls, gender theory AHOY

josh is gradding today, and didnt tell me till he left
well congrats motherfucker !!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

jeff asks in the comments, if god was genderless, then why did she come into the word as a man.
my feelings on gender and god connected less to theology and more to my general distrust of men
how do i/is it fair to turn this into theology.

danielle and i are better
bryan got a 9 in swirskis class, perhaps not for his course work.
drunk and tense at eriks.

sad.

the colon is on a road trip

long discussion on the economics of christ with jeff and josh.
in different degrees both decried the expolotion found in some captialists, josh much more forgiving of the rich, jeff and i refusing to belive god has any pateince in the free market.

We are not alone,
we live in God's world.

We believe in God:
who has created and is creating,
who has come in Jesus,
the Word made flesh,
to reconcile and make new,
who works in us and others
by the Spirit.

We trust in God.

We are called to be the Church:
to celebrate God's presence,
to live with respect in Creation,
to love and serve others,
to seek justice and resist evil,
to proclaim Jesus, crucified and risen,
our judge and our hope.

In life, in death, in life beyond death,
God is with us.

We are not alone.

Thanks be to God.

the united church has gone to the desert with its laity, and they are praying together for direction, for a way to change the creed above to something that is all things for all people, from the lesbian radicals to the conserative old gaurd, who have founded something called the united concern.

church with them on sunday was moving, thoughts of god as genderless, of the world of unjustice rooted out and brought to light, as inclusionary, as one who have lifted their sails to the winds of god, who have found a way to move between old and new.

i shouldnt have gone, it felt like home, more home then catholicism recently.

Seattle,
The art musuem with a '52 Martin (she destroyed everything before '60, or almost everything) a wonderful de Kooning with Krasner pink colours, a Burra, a Pierson I have wanted to see forever, and which I will write up later, a huge collection of African masls, including a small crucifix from this century that came from Kenya- it heartened me in some ways and made me think of cultures pillaging others, a few Benin ivory minitures, a decent north-west collection, some Celadon from the Song dyansty, a large terra cotta Tang horse, a rare cyclopean figure, Cornell boxes, the Worjancwiz text piece i have seen in repro for years, a v. ugly collection of Georgian silver, a series of sculptures carved from human bone, some late Egyptian religious pieces, and many more, a v. good collection closer to Kimballs culling then the Mets pilling.

Went to Left Bank Books, which reminded me of the far left labour tradition the town was known for, Confunded Books with some local 'zines and comix, Bahaus coffee shop with a show of half pop, half folk work inspired by Johnny Cash (foot by foot paintings of stars, targets, guns,cash for 100-large potratits and combos of these themes for more), a landform camera for 25 bucks from a hip modernist store (no i didnt get it, had 15 on me, FUCKSOCKS)

Vancouver
SFU went with a few snags, maybe there in Jan. or Sept. 2004, had an Anges Martin drawing- told him pretty and gave him the year- he was impressed.

Xtra West was a fucking disaster, gay vs queer and i didnt get the job.

Fish and chicken and potato salad and half a bottle of a v. good Merlot, conversation and gossip and amusement with Pat's realtions. A bit gender normed and his uncle kept talking about pretty girlz which was awkard at best, but eh, what do you do?

Also explained Erasmus to his 13 yr old cousin so maybe i am better at this than i thot i was.

Drag show and Buds at the Dufferin, which is what the Royal was. ie. a dive where suburban sweater queens, leather bears, trannies, uni type, working colass faggots, cute dykes all congerate-the show was really traditional, and i got up on stage and dirty jokes were made on my behalf.

2 am got home, up at 11 am.

Bryan and i are shorter with each other, less patient. Vancouver is my city, the place where i escape from Edmonton.
It's weird to have it follow me. (we have had brilliant converastions on EU, cities, Canuck politics, queer theory, aesthics, Africa, Pax Americana, etc, etc. so it has been good, and i think he and i are rubbing off on each other, its just we need a break which is what the trip to the States will be about, 2 weeks away from both of them when we haven't really spent a day apart for months, it will be weird).

Shrinks appt. when we get home, hmm.

Need to write two poems
one on the car
and one on kumqauts and choco milk.

Submit writing also the week when i get home.

st adians, sermon politcal, talk of god gender neutral, prayers of the people lurched into pagan/animism, music v. good and we sang my favourite hymn. moving and discomforting, esp. in context of the christians i have dealt with in the past year. radical i am not. will blog later about the politcal implactions of the new united church policies.

also bryan is more and more of a boy, dealing with glenys and her friends and graeme, and that gentle lovely genderless force is not dealing with the thursting propolsive force that is bryan.
(he apparently does not ask any questions)

Bush Cock

glenys's friends and brother and i hung out tonite. the love and comfort cristie and glenys have for each other makes me feel deeply lonely.
her friends though, oh her friends. (i laughed so hard my belly hurt, and thot so much about so many things.)


also here is a list of fleet street personals that craig list posted, aside from a taste for sailors (in the words of bryan on someone else the ping ping could bring her to orgasm), i think that it destroys the idiocy of the dont ask, dont tell policy

glenys's friends and brother and i hung out tonite. the love and comfort cristieand glenys have for each other makes me feel deeply lonely.

at glenys's- saw moss st, with its large collection of asian cermaics, which i always enjoy immensly.
church tomorrow.

as madonna

we also saw v. good repros of the 67 marylins by warhol in the lobby of one of the phallic glass towers looking out over english bay, and at the movie and play book shop biz we saw some louise brooks postcards, but nothing blonde (blonde comic, unserious dull vs brunette as real actress ?)

which raises an interesting question-how do you make monroe grotesque, she was young and everyone in the world wanted to fuck her, and every photo from birth to autopsyt was staged, she constructed her gender as banal and artifical, and genuine at the same time-so we have some good art, some great art and some masterpeices about marylin (as well as hi/lo/no brow shlock), but never anything ugly.

i think its impossible (thot about at the sherma show)