*I swear this is a transcript of an actual conversation I had*
**However, PLEASE NOTE, that this is not meant to be a reflection of my actual opinions. It is a DRAMATIC DIALOGUE, wherein humour may be applied to issues that are very serious, but if so, it is only to draw attention to their seriousness. I am not trying to be flippant with the reference to Libya. I think the situation over there is terrible, and wholly grieveable in Judith Butler’s sense of the term. But, like Death in the following dialogue, I do not think it is death, but killing that is the problem**
Person: “Hello Death, how come I haven’t seen you around lately. So how’s things going doing in the underworld? What’s the reason you decided to pop your head up, and especially on a dating website might I’d add?”
Me: “Hello Person! You haven’t seen me around lately because I’ve been over in Libya doing work, of course. That kind of assignment is definitely not my favourite part of the job.
But things in the underworld are okay, so I hear. I have hardly been down there lately except to sleep!
However I thought it would be important to use my limited spare time to make this profile because I’m trying to change my image. Earthy people these days seem to all be terrified of Death. I think if they got to know me, maybe they’d change their minds! And okcupid is the most popular online dating site, you know, so I figure I will reach more people this way. (As you will see, I am just here to make friends. I am already madly in love with Decay).”
War only stops when every last person wants to end it.
At some point this blog seems to have (d)evolved from infrequent postings of my own poems to regular updates on poetic happenings in the Niagara region.
Last night I attended a poetry reading/ magic show/ comedy show/ musical performance that a few locals put together because they were upset with a rejection decision made by the editorial board of the BUCWC anthology, of which I am a member. Specifically, we had decided to reject the story because some of us thought the adjective misogynistic was applicable to it (as well as a few others).
Anyways the reading was about free speech and whatnot, though it was less controversial than I was hoping for. Nonetheless, I thought it was SO AWESOME that someone cared enough about their work to essentially protest on its behalf. Not to mention the fact that I was flattered to think that I helped make a decision that launched a small-scale act of rebellion! This means I have a degree of power, and since I’ve been reading Foucault lately, the strategies in play here are really fascinating to me. Anyways, kudos to the organizers of the reading, even though I won’t name them here because I have no idea how to spell their names.