With an upcoming day trip to Stratford to see Richard III here are some photos from a day trip there in July 2021 to get away. We didn’t see a show but booked tickets to see Three Tall Women in October. https://topoet.ca/2021/10/01/ah-yes-i-remember-it-well/
Over the past year by TOpoet.ca following blog grew from 445 to 468! Doesn’t sound like much but I did a cull of followers who are no longer active on WordPress. The WordPress map show my hits have come from over 70 countries around the world. USA still tops the list but that China & Bangladesh are in the top 10 is a surprise. Nigeria in the top 20 – but behind Malawi! Kazakhstan! Still no hits from North Korea 😦 My Tumblr is at 346 followers. 229 Twitter followers.
My top ten posts of the year include 2 out of the archives! Born To Be Blown – from 2014 – https://topoet.ca/2014/01/24/born-to-be-blown/; & Sydney Academy 2 from 2019 https://topoet.ca/2019/08/12/sydney-academy-2/.
I made a few changes in my blogging routine to give me more time for actual writing 🙂 At the start of the pandemic blogging daily was an excellent way to get through the lockdown. Then it became work I had to keep up with & was no longer fun, so I cut way back.
In 2020 I did 322 posts; in 2021 I only 260 blog posts – of course having no live poetry readings or Stratford show to review reduced the quantity. Though on of the highlights of 21 was seeing Three Tall Women on stage in Stratford. Martha Henry’s tour de force final production.
Picture Perfect: Picture Perfect: 98 sections, about 142,000 words posted so far with approximately 45,000 to be edited then posted. I’ve been enjoying the slow process of edits & have made some major cuts in the final set of rough drafts. As usual my biggest issue is keeping names straight – what did I call that rcmp constable a hundred pages ago? I’m really enjoying creating the weekly graphic for each section. I do have an endless supply of frame & paintings that people have thrown out.
Like many people I’m weary of the pandemic, of people’s reactions, of the roller-coaster of restrictions, & now the paranoia. Is it allergies? A cold or covid? How ‘sick’ does one have to be to get tested? Who pays for it? By the time you get tested, have the results, early onset treatment is too late. How long before neo-citron markets a neo-covid hot lemon drink?
Highlights of the year: contributing a forward to Philip Cairns book Hollywood Poems; having some pieces of mine included in Pandemic Poetry. Extensive work on my garden. Deep house cleaning in a lock-down pandemic purge of the house top to bottom, in particular a basement full of stuff – some not touched since we moved into the house some 40 years ago.
I did get used to zoom recovery meetings & now seriously doubt if I’ll go back to face-to-face. I do meet up with fellow recoveries for face-to-face conversations & sharing. Going up to my room for a zoom is much easier than getting ready an hour or so in advance to get there with the hope the TTC hasn’t shut down.
What am I looking forward to in 2022? Good question. Travel out of the country is out of the question. Even for travel within Canada testing rules can change while I am landing so I might never get off the plane or end up living in a tent on the runway until I can get an appointment for the right test. But I am considering another week or so in Cape Breton if pandemic travel rules loosen up enough. Stratford has a tentative season with a couple of shows we’re interested in seeing but will it end up a repeat of last season’s open air productions?
Hey! Now you can give me $$$ to pay for travel covid tests – thanks? paypal.me/TOpoet
Over the past month my TOpoet.ca following blog grew to 465! The WP map does show my hits have come from countries around the world. That USA & Canada top the list is no surprise but India is back to third place while Sweden & Bangladesh remain in the top 10 is a surprise. Hello Zimbabwe!
Most popular posts were Pandemic Poetry Project (https://topoet.ca/2021/09/16/pandemic-poetry-project/); Sunlight & Shadows (https://topoet.ca/2021/09/13/sunlight-and-shadows/). My particular favorite was Tales of Brave Trending (https://topoet.ca/2021/09/19/tales-of-brave-trending/).
My Tumblr is at 350 followers. 226 Twitter followers. Picture Perfect: 86 sections, about 126,000 words posted so far with approx 66,000 remaining to be edited then posted.
A surprisingly great watch has been American Horror Show: Double Feature. All the usual throat slashing & blood drinking but this time combined with a sharp, merciless look at creativity & the sacrifices made to be productive. In this case a drug that unlocks a writer’s, painter’s blocked inner potential. If you are brilliant & blocked you become genius, if you are mediocre & blocked you become a sort of stumbling grey person. Intense performances with Frances Conroy stunning & Macaulay Culkin excellent.
Finally got around to seeing Parasite – a visually & philosophically stunning film. Figuratively & literally the plot moves through cultural levels to a fugal climax that is breathtaking. The rich house set is an amazing piece of modern architecture – one of those sets like the astounding deco apartments that show up is 30’s movies but only existed in movies. The plot made me think of Dante’s Inferno as it takes us literally through the rings of Hell.
Also watched Valley of the Dolls, again 🙂 https://topoet.ca/2021/09/26/valley-of-the-bras/
Finished reading Claude McKay’s Home to Harlem (1928). McKay was part of the Harlem Renaissance & wrote several novels & books of poetry but his approach was ‘earthier’ & deemed not elevated enough to cast a favourable light on his race. The novel is a fun, fast slice of the night life, the work life, the love/sex life of the times by someone who lived those times. His hero has a strong emotional bromance with another male character: Wiki tells us “McKay was bisexual; he pursued relationships with both men and women throughout his life. He never officially “came out” (nor did anyone else in his time) nor explicitly stated his sexual preference.”
The highlight of the month was a day trip to Stratford to see Three Tall Women. https://topoet.ca/2021/10/01/ah-yes-i-remember-it-well/
as a boy
I couldn’t tell the truth
if my life depended on it
mot that I was a compulsive liar
or even lied that often
but under any sort of questioning
I was guilty
regardless of being innocent
Did you do that?
no – which was the truth
Go to your room
Until you are ready to tell the truth.
No buts. Now go you lying loser.
to avoid that banishment
I’d have to tell a lie
but I was even a worse liar
thanks to some movie I saw
where some sort of centipede
around the spine
when you were scared
lying scared me
as much as telling the truth
I would feel those
million sharp legs
sinking into my back
my skin would tingle
that’s what that movie was called
a lie would kill me
it would crush my heart
burst out of my nose
brain spattering everywhere
insect legs would dig out from my eyes
so I was afraid to lie
the punishment for telling the truth
was bad enough
not be be believed
not to be trusted was confusing
it was better to leave the room
let them think what they wanted
because the clearly truth
made no fucking difference
at that age
they made sure
I knew I was a lying loser
a useless dishonest kid
which I know now was a lie
and that’s the truth
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So we’ve entered another phase of pandemic life as we know it & in response covid has mutated to become more contagious – pharmaceutical companies are now pushing for booster shots – to save mankind while boosting their profits. The un-vaxxed surf their wave of ‘it’s my right to die & it’s my right to take you with me’ rational.
I’ve kept my eye on the loosening of travel restrictions & wonder who profits from the mandatory covid testing? In order to go you need a ‘fresh’ test, in order to come back you need another ‘fresh’ test but if you haven’t made appointments in advance you could be stuck. Will travel health insurance cover the cost of covid testing in the USA?
Google says average price is $150. for tests in USA but can cost up to $850.00! There can be additional fees for collecting the samples, for transporting the sample to the testing facility. On top of which not all vaccines are acceptable so one has to make sure they have two of the accepted shots!
All this is along with all the other preparations needed to travel: ie passport, hotel, airplane tickets, documentation to prove you have the above, proof of registration on some ‘return to Canada app.’ Do I have to travel with a printer to print out that proof? I’ll need an extra carry on just for all that stuff. Oh yes & a supply of masks.
Speaking of masks I won’t be taking TTC, shopping at Farmer’s markets, eating indoors or attending plays without wearing one. As for travel plans for now I’ll just stay home & take a zoom tour 🙂
Whitney Pier Museum
I visit little local museums
dedicated to the industry of the area
steel workers miners
displays about the various ethic groups
Jewish Black Ukrainian
old high school year books
pictures of teams hockey basketball
rows of mothers knitting for the war
soldiers returning or those lost
churches that have come gone
business that survived faded
as economies rose dipped
the first black owned store in the city
families in fields picnics outings
Christmas parties in church auditoriums
faces turned to cameras
or sullen in front of raging blast furnaces
smeared with cold dust at a mine exit
men in groups workers comrades
sometimes everyone named
who’s your father a tree of discovery
I sift through these
wonder about the real lives of these men
where is my history
I’m to assume each of them
had a wife kids somewhere
they sweated worked for that dream
a house garden
no way to find out if any of them
sought out something in each other
no mention that
Jack and John lived happily together
in this house on Lingan Road
everyone knew but no one cared
I don’t need to know the lives
of those famed homos of the past
Radcliff Hall Alan Ginsburg
the list gets longer
as we allow history to reveal
what historians thought too sordid
to bring to light
the sex lives of heteros
are fine fodder mind you
I look at these photos
what truths are unrecognized
no display of the same sex inclined
as if the queers in history
were not ordinary folks like these
in little local museums of the closeted
Took a stroll through Kensington Market this past week. The last I was there was early last March to do a feature at the Secret Handshake Gallery. Then the pandemic shutdown took over. I was dismayed at the number fo closures but many of these merchants were already being squeezed out before covid. It’s becoming a hive of pot dispensaries.
Picture Perfect 54
In the morning Dan rolled his suitcase out to the back of his rental SUV. Baxter, then Roberto were piling their bags beside the trunk of Baxter’s compact car. Baxter had insisted on the sporty two-seater for himself because he doing a lot of running around.
“You’ll have no trouble finding space for that.” Baxter said looking from his car to Dan’s.
Both he and Roberto had two large suitcases.
“Can’t you load some of that in the remote truck?” Dan said.
“I suppose I could but …” he nodded at Glaucia. “She has another suitcase yet to come.”
Glaucia stood at her cabin door nodding at him with her white beats headphones firm in place.
“I can take a hint.” Dan laughed. “If you wanted to swap cars why not come right out and say so. Oh, I forgot, asking is not your style. Let me just my crap out of the front seat.” He checked to make sure there was nothing of his in the glove compartment or under the seat. “You can have the Hippo Dog sticks.” he said giving the keys to Baxter.
“Thanks.” Baxter said.
Dan fit his suitcase into the trunk of the smaller car, then put his shoulder bag on the passenger seat.“Pays to travel light.” he said to Baxter.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Baxter said as he heaved the first of the suitcases into the back of the bigger car.
Dan surveyed the dashboard of the car. He’d driven it once already. It had all the latest electronic stuff they could squeeze into a car and keep it affordable. As he pulled out of the parking lot the built in GPS asked:
“Stellerton. Nova Scotia.” He said.
“Follow route 2. You will need gas in an hour. Next comfort stop is …”
“Thank you.” He found the control for turning the GPS voice off. He left the map portion turned on so he could see how far along he was on the route he had opted for which he was sure the GPS would argue with him about. Sometimes going ‘the wrong way’ got him to where he was supposed to be.
Then he went into the Waterside diner for breakfast. His was already on table where he usually sat.
“I told George you’d have the usual.” Stephanie said. “Hope you don’t mind? Saves time.”
“Fine,” Dan said sitting at his spot. The toast was still warm. “It’s going to hard leaving these perfect breakfasts behind.” He said to George as George put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.
“It’s going to hard not racking up these tips.” George said. “You’ll be back?”
“Maybe.” Stephanie said. “We may want to do some pick up shots, as they say. Never know what information may lead us back here.”
‘There’s always the Circus Museum.” Dan said. “I think it would be an ideal spot for an interview.”
“Or a birthday party.” Baxter said. “Maybe we’ll have the wrap party there once the shoot is done.”
“We best get going,” Roberto said. “That storm looks like it’s going be rolling in soon.”
“So no one’s coming with me.” Dan asked?
“No,” Baxter answered. “She’ll be driving with me and Roberto.”
“Then I’ll be on my own?” Dan said. “Cool. I can turn the radio up as loud as I want.”
He went back to his cabin to use the bathroom one last time. As he had officially checked out he asked George.
“Is the old Conner route still being used?”
“Oh yeah. That Trans Canada by passed a passel of places along the shore there. Not as well kept as the Trans but good enough. Make sure got a full tank o’gas before you head along there. No comfort stations.”
The Conner would take an hour longer so it was avoided by the transfer semi’s that hogged the Trans Canada. His Dad hated those monsters and so did he. The less stress driving was the better. The fewer comfort stops the better too. That would mean more scenery and glimpses of the ocean.
The rain didn’t start until he turned east at Shediac. Seemed fitting that as he got closer to the Strait that the sea should rise up to meet him. When was the last time he’d thought that phrase? It was one his Dad would use in really heavy rain. He stopped to fill the gas tank. This stretch of highway was seeing more use thanks to the Confederation Bridge. He was tempted by the signs pointing the way to the bridge. Maybe if it wasn’t raining so heavily he’d be tempted. Something for after the shoot or next summer.
At Port Elgin he crossed the Gaspereau River, was spun round on an unexpected highway round about, lost his sense of direction in the rain but managed to head in the right direction to stop at The Proud Tartan Bar and Grill for lunch. The place had wifi. First thing he checked was the weather report.
“Storm’s not going to stop soon.” The waitress said. “I can tell you that. Rather my left knee can tell you that.”
“I was afraid of that, Hazel.” Dan glanced at her name tag then the menu. “What would to recommend.”
“Good time of year for the speckled trout. Can’t go wrong with the burger either. Local beef. Ground fresh here.”
“Dig your own spuds for the fries too I suppose.”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “But no, though they are … hand-crafted by our skilled chefs.”
“Burger appeals. Fries too.”
“Want a Kiefers to go with that. Local micro-brewery.”
“Sure why not.”
He was the only customer in the restaurant. His table give a decent view of the river across the street. The sky darkened even more and a crack of lightening illuminated the other shore. Heavy fall of rain followed. He could hear it on the roof of the bar. Soon he couldn’t see past the parking lot.
“Roof is solid,” Hazel said as she put his beer on table along with a schooner glass.
He tipped the bottle to pour it into the glass and was amazed as the deep red of the brew.
“I love to see that look.” she said. “This is the one beer we always let the customer pour. Gently now, so there’s not too much head.”
Dan did as directed. He took a sip.
“Strawberry?” he said.
“Right again. This is the end of their summer brews. The other is … ”
Hazel brought his burger. “Hope you don’t mind the onion roll.” she said as she put it on the table. “None of t’other.”
“It’ll be fine.” another one of these too. He tapped the Keifers bottle.
“Two’s the limit you know” she laughed. “Unless to got designated driver.”
“This storm keeps up and …”
There was another flash of lightening followed by a deep rumbled of thunder. The lights in the bar flickered off for a minute then came back on.
“That can’t be good.” Dan said.
“Nope. I’ll check the TV and see what I can find out.”
There were no more electrical problems while Dan ate his burger. He declined a third beer though.
“If you’re fixing to stay the night you best get your kit from your car. You’ll have your choice of rooms here.”
“B’n’B upstairs. We don’t put the sign out until the season really starts.”
“Thanks.” Dan said. He paid for his lunch and added an equal amount as tip. Quintex would be paying so he could afford to be generous.
“Much appreciated Mr. James. I’ll get Joe to get room … 101 ready for you.”
“You don’t think I cooked that hamburger for you.”
He went out to the the covered porch of the Proud Tartan. Did he really want to get his suitcase? The rain was so heavy Dan couldn’t see across the street. The wind was shaking the flag poles along the parking lot.
“Here.” Hazel gave him a heavy rain poncho. “You’ll have get your own luggage.”
He dashed out to the car to get his suitcase. His jeans & shoes were soaked by the time he got back.
“Don’t remember it raining this hard since I was a boy.” He sat at a table to take off his wet shoes.“Hurricane Francis, I think.”
“You from a round these parts?” Hazel handed him a towel.
“Yes. Grew up on the Cape. New Waterford.”
“Francis was some storm. Waves washed cars off the Causeway that year.”
Dan’s cell rang.
“I better answer this. It could be my crew wondering where I am.”
“Hello.” It was Stephanie. “What … I’m okay … Baxter had Roberto and Glaucia with him. That’s right he took the SUV I had been driving … Right now I am at …” he looked to Hazel “What’s the b’n’b called?”
“Tartan Beds at the Proud Tartan. It’s in Port Elgin. It’s as far as I got before the sea rushed up to meet me … okay … I’ll let you know when I’m heading out of here but I don’t expect it will be until morning.”
“Yeah.” Dan walked to the front window to look out at the storm. The wind was whipping the various flags around. “The car my boss Baxter was driving lost traction on the highway and flipped. He’s been taken to a hospital in Halifax. He had two other passengers. They aren’t sure if they’ll survive.”
“You were close to these people?”
“I hardly really knew them. I didn’t know Baxter until a few months ago. I liked them if that’s what you are asking. Close? No.”
His cell rang again. “Sorry.”
This time it was Peter. “I’m alright. … no I wasn’t in the car … you tell Sanjay everything is okay … yeah I’m sure he’s concerned … no I don’t know how this will affect the shoot but trust me Baxter will make the most of it. … yes, I’ll … okay … bye.” He put his phone on the table. “My house sitter. News report was that a TV film crew from Toronto was in traffic accident. He was sure I was dead.”
“Room’s ready.” A grizzled man in an apron tossed a key on the table.
“Thanks Joe.” Hazel said.
“I’m going to up to my room and slip into some dry clothes.” Dan pushed himself up from the table.
Halfway up the stairs there was a loud crash from outside & the power went out.
“First door on your left, Mr. James.” Hazel called up to him. “First door on your left.”
Over the past year by TOpoet.ca following blog grew from 363 to 445! That’s over 80 new followers without me going out of my way beyond blogging regularly. The WordPress map show my hits have come from some 85 countries around the world. India still tops the list is interest but that Italy & Japan are in the top 10 is a surprise. Kenya still in the top 20 – but Malawi! Still no hits from North Korea 😦
The 2020 post that got the most hits was https://topoet.ca/2020/06/10/catholic-girls/ but a post from 2014 made a surprise showing too https://topoet.ca/2014/01/24/born-to-be-blown/. The post with the most all-time hits is also from 2014: https://topoet.ca/2014/06/06/there-was-the-word/. My Tumblr is at 295. It would be much higher but I frequently block follows for buxom babes, porn slam (shooting up crystal meth) sites. Twitter 229 followers.
Picture Perfect is moving along nicely with 48 sections, just over 73,000 words posted so far with about 116,000 words to be edited & then posted. Editing it is fun &though I recollect most of the plot I am getting to expand somethings & fill in others. I need a cheat sheet of names at all times though.
In this has been the year of the pandemic, I never expected to be living in a scifi movie. The threat is real but the stress comes from not knowing when or if it might strike me. I take all the precautions, masks, hand washing & social distancing – which have all proved to be enough so far. Zoom has become one of my best friends 🙂
Getting to AA meetings is simple & no having to deal with winter wear has been an additional plus. Members there frequently mention how they miss all the face-to-face contact but you know I’m indifferent to it. I have never been one for social gathering , of any sort, of more than four or five people. Another bonus is this lack of social contact has resulted in no colds or flu, so far, this winter. I’ve quickly embraced face masks & have amassed a nice collection with fun patterns. a few solid colours, that allow me to feel less medical when I put one on. One way of making masks work is to make them fashion. But I’m not enjoying the realization that going to the store for a loaf of bread is actually playing Russian roulette without knowing who is holding the gun.
My 2020 plans for Capturing Fire in Washington never materialized & I doubt if I’ll be visiting the US, or anywhere else, even in Canada, until 2022. With the travel industry decimated even in country travel will be a challenge. No boats, trains, buses or airplanes to the Maritimes might bring back the car 🙂 It isn’t clear what will happen with the Stratford Festive, they have planned a season but social distancing requirements may scuttle it even if the vaccine roll out goes well. Maybe one will need a proof of vaccine to get in to see a show? Maybe a return to classical Greek theatre style where all the performers wore masks?
that rain is wet
comes as no surprise
it’s just that sometimes
I’m bored of the rain
tired of its endless fall
the sound of the drop
the feel of it on my skin
I mean life
not that life is wet
but it’s just that sometimes
I’m weary of it all
even more so these covid days
I’ve dodged that bullet
as the numbers of infected
go up & up
I’m not yet in that number
I say a prayer of gratitude
but I’m tired of dodging that bullet
to go the the store
to walk down the street
peeved by walking into on coming traffic
to create social distance
between me and others
on sidewalks narrowed by patios
I’m weary of the worry
of the avoidance
of the feel survivor’s guilt
have you seen my umbrella
Stratford photos taken a day trip earlier in 2020.