Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
North of Invention at the Kelly Writers House
Lisa Robertson is the first of ten (Canadian) readers in a two day long series at the Kelly Writers House. All readings and discussions will be streaming on KWH-TV.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Hiroshima
The following is a poem based on an email my grandfather wrote to me years ago but never sent. My grandmother sent it to me, and I shared part of the text with a friend on gchat, which oddly auto formatted the text into the line breaks you see here.
I went to Hiroshima about 30 days
after the atomic bomb fell--just to
look.
I saw nothing. There was nothing
to see. Absolutely nothing. The
ground
was completely empty. Sort of ash
colored. No rubble. Flat and grey
as far
as I could see.
It seems I'm going to have to reevaluate the format of my thesis, originally based solely on interviews from my grandmother, to fit this in.
I went to Hiroshima about 30 days
after the atomic bomb fell--just to
look.
I saw nothing. There was nothing
to see. Absolutely nothing. The
ground
was completely empty. Sort of ash
colored. No rubble. Flat and grey
as far
as I could see.
It seems I'm going to have to reevaluate the format of my thesis, originally based solely on interviews from my grandmother, to fit this in.
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