Untitled #whatever it is now

This will count as yesterday’s post if I manage to write another one today. The challenge, I am not failing it…yet, but I am not doing spectacularly well, either. Anyway, here is poem I wrote on the train ride back from London, asking the all-important question: What would the suburbs look like after the zombie [...]

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Don’t you write anymore?

*Warning: this is kind of a long post. It does have a poem in it, though.* I don’t know if I’ve told this story before. If I did, tough. It’s important to me. When I was in 3rd year university one of the things I sang was a Poulenc song cycle called “Calligrammes”. (Yes, my [...]

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REPOST:Feeling existential today, I guess

While I’m in Montreal singing with the Montreal Chamber Orchestra, I’ll be reposting some classic Scintillations for your amusement. Enjoy! Finally! A new poem. It doesn’t have a title. Will you think to yourself, it was worth it – all of it, all the death and lies and stupid things – for one day of [...]

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Updates + new poem

So as you probably already I’m going to Montreal tomorrow to sing with the Montreal Chamber Orchestra and will be gone until Friday. I’ve set up some autoposts so this blog will be putting out content like never before. All of it old, yes, but still. Anyway, it seems I wrote a poem a few [...]

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Complaining with Kay, Episode 61: Kay vs. the Green Fairy

The Absinthe Cast: Kay and Celeste Gillis (see Episode 51) drink absinthe and discuss the poetry of Arthur Rimbaud. No, really. Link.

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In the real world…

In the real world, where nobody lives, a compromise must be made: not between needs and wants, or between better or worse, but between what is and what is not – an average between what I call cold and and you hot In the real world, where what you can see is determined by the [...]

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A new poem, or: Serious Kristin is Serious

Last night I was riding my bicycle along Eastern Avenue and thinking, “All of this was under water/was a beach not that long ago.” Also, I had just received a (very nicely phrased) rejection email, and was feeling existential. So… All along the avenue the houses squat beautified only by love and spring sun and [...]

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Traffic

The traffic does rattle the house (a little) – plants clatter on plates, books shake on shelves – and I’m sure it’s the exhaust that’s tarnishing the silver, and that we’re all going to die of black lung during a truck-quake. And I love it.

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Everything is contaminated

When with our eyes we see the foundation stones of the world, the world we are part of, that we invent and eliminate: we understand that purity was never part of the plan. Everything is contaminated. There is no pure substance, action, thought, only the mixing in varying degrees of things already mixing beyond recognition.

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New post on Plan C!

I’m not cross-posting, I’m helpfully pointing you towards the post on Plan C about what to put in a recording I’m thinking of making.  Go over and give me your opinion.

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