It’s All About Me or It Was

The subtleties of English usage brought to you by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White.

Do you mind me asking a question?
Do you mind my asking a question?

As explained:

In the first sentence, the queried objection is to me, as opposed to other members of the group, putting one of the questions. In the second example, the issue is whether a question may be asked at all.

The Elements of Style Third Edition has a most salubrious example of colon use that as a bonus reminds the reader of the tenuous nature of ritual.

But even so, there was a directness and dispatch about animal burial: there was no stopover in the undertaker’s foul parlour, no wreath or spray.

Beyond animal burial, options will now include compost burial or a bit more high tech promession.

And so for day 1352
26.08.2010

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Paleo-entropy

Hakim Bey. Black Fez Manifesto, &c.

I like to truncate these two lines, provide a wee bit of shade. This is how I remember

No one retires to Florida for the sun
they go for the air-conditioning

Which when once restored, lags a little

No one retires to Florida for the sun that engine of entropy
they go for the air-conditioning

Later in the book there is a set of Cro-Magnon manifestos that read like ironic screeds that take on the faddishness of paleo-diets.

Kill lamb for parchment.

And that still isn’t far back enough given that the lamb is a domestic animal. There’s always a further leap

And so for day 1351
25.08.2010

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The Insomnia of Masters, Slaves, Others

Idolatry. Fable in fable.

Max and the Cats. Moacyr Scliar.

The third person narrator provides a short aside about a secondary character. It is an aside that is analogous to the way in which the reader-writer relationship is fashioned in this text. Due to its discomfiting nature there is a certain amount of resistance in identifying with elements of the story.

Dr. Rudolf was an extraordinary erudite man. […] A self-taught psychoanalyst, he was well versed in the doctrines of Dr. Freud, with whom his father had worked in Vienna. He became interested in Max’s accounts of Professor Kunz’s researches, and he told Max about his own experiments with Brazilian Indians. He would gather the whole tribe together and tell them stories. One such story was about a young craftsman named Ego, who made marvellous dolls, and his tormentors: Id, a foulmouthed, hairy dwarf (a creature somewhat like the curupira, the bogeyman of the Brazilian forests — a mythical Indian with feet pointed backwards); and Super Ego, an aristocratic and authoritarian master. […] One of the Indians, an imaginative sculptor, carved in wood the figures of Ego, Id, and Super Ego, which reinforced the therapeutic effect of the narratives. Young Indian males afflicted with infinite sadness, and hysterical Indian girls would heal themselves by making propitiatory offerings to those idols.

The reader, perhaps like Max “would listen to those accounts with interest mingled with a certain uneasiness.” Not because of the naive account of the Indians but because “[h]e, too, regarded himself as being a kind of Ego, he, too, kept tossing and turning in bed at night, unable to fall asleep […]” And like a dream the story and its implied analogy passes, never to surface again. Yet its wake reverberates with questions of interpretation. Stories. Figures. Offerings. The order presented in the narration also works in reverse for it is an offering to the reader of three figures (Ego, Id, Super Ego) that comes to constitute a story within a story and a somewhat dazzling set of reflections.

And so for day 1350
24.08.2010

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Pals and Gals

Joyous trans-figuration.

The Twitter feed devoted to a Word of the Day from James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake reacquainted me with the particularities (amazing what happens when one’s reading is slowed down to a word-by-word pace) of unpacking the portmanteau

alphybettyformed
Finnegans Wake 183.13

Yes it has to do with alphabets but could it not be a joining of the genders, a melding of Alfie and Betty? An Alfred in Betty form?

And so for day 1349
23.08.2010

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Cameo

Sappho appears in this poem “Divine Botany” about in part a residency at Casa Valparaiso. Sometimes, the speaker sees the ancient poet; sometimes she sees you, the beloved. I like how the homage plays up a different sort of composition, with things instead of with words.

Some afternoons I see
sure-footed Sappho
clambering
up and down these hills,
collecting oregano,
composing a green lettuce
salad for her shy
linen-skirted friend, crimson
pomegranate
blossoms in her gold-
streaked hair.

From Di Brandt The Lottery of History (Radish Press, 2008).

What is intriguing about this poem (“Divine Botany”) is that the beloved is addressed as amante which would (in Italian) do for a man or a woman. Furthermore the dedication is simply to “J”. The other poems in The Lottery of History that are dedicated to individuals bear full names. Note that the oregano gathering Sappho gathers ingredients for a salad for an unnamed but gendered friend. The effect is intriguing.

And so for day 1348
22.08.2010

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Sparkling Slaps

Saeed Jones.
Prelude to Bruise.

There are two ways to parse this title. One to focus on the noun — the emergence of the mark of a wound (a bruise); the other to emphasize the verb and see the prelude as the first step towards the act of bruising.

The two ways join together when we consider the reader as being the recipient of striking images. Images meant to leave a lasting impression.

Take this

fossilized night

to describe the point of eyes in “Anthracite” [high grade coal].

And from a charming poem (“Sleeping Arrangement”) about relegating a (former?) lover to underneath the bed, this memorable line

Learn the lullabies of lint.

Finally, this conclusion to a poem entitled “Kudzu” after the invasive vine

         If I ever strangled sparrows,
it was only because I dreamed
of better songs.

This bears all the sensitivity of one proud to bruise.

And so for day 1347
21.08.2010

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Notes on Disbursements

Antonio Porchia

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

Nick Hanauer

The most insidious thing about trickle-down economics isn’t believing that if the rich get richer, it’s good for the economy. It’s believing that if the poor get richer, it’s bad for the economy.

$$$ $$$ $$$

And so for day 1346
20.08.2010

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FIRST TIGER

Alexander McCall Smith, “The Unfortunate Fate of Kitty da Silva” in One City (in support of Edinburgh’s OneCity Trust)

This fictional tiger makes its way at the end of the story into the dialogue of two characters and becomes a symbol of their mutual understanding of a story of convenience about the equally fictitious Kitty.

‘How is Kitty da Silva?’ she asked suddenly. ‘How is she?’

He said nothing for a moment; a silence of the human heart.

‘She is no more,’ he said.

She looked up with a start. ‘No more?’

‘She went for a walk in the forest up in the hills,’ he said. ‘She was eaten by a tiger.’

She looked at him in astonishment, and then, understanding, she began to laugh.

SECOND TIGER

Alice Walker, Introduction to “Once” section of Her Blue Body Everything We Know: Earthling Poems 1965-1990 Complete

This is self-explanatory.

There is a poem from this period that I wrote when a friend pointed out to me that I could not call the first section “African Images, Glimpses from a Tiger’s Back,” because, he said, “There are no tigers in Africa!”

There are no tigers
   in Africa!
   You say.
   Frowning
   Yes. I say.
   Smiling.
   But they are
   very beautiful.

THIRD TIGER

Yann Martel, Life of Pi

The remarkable non-goodbye leave taking of Richard Parker, the tiger.

I was certain he would turn my way. he would look at me. He would flatten his ears. He would growl. In some such way, he would conclude our relationship. He did nothing of the sort. He only looked fixedly into the jungle. then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life.

DEPICTION

Tiger by Studio32 José-Gabriel Sandoval

This is located on Dupont Street near Spadina on the side of an-about-to-collapse garage (at the very least it suffers from severe curvature of the spine in the central roof beam). Studio32 is the mark of José-Gabriel [Sandoval] a painter, designer, curator, creator and a graffiti writer in Toronto.

And so for day 1345
19.08.2010

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Three Business Cards (Redux)

Reading the ephemera.

As their business gets more complicated (more stores; more products), their business cards become simplified. As befits the era of search engines combing the World Wide Web, the URL is no longer inscribed. Indeed the oldest card has a long URL (http://www.pathcom.com/~cumbraes/cumbraes.htm) with the domain name of the hosting company (pathcom). Now it’s simply http://www.cumbraes.com and as befits the 21st century not on their card.

three business cards from Cumbrae's

The middle card still sports an address and the last one in the series is out-of-date since on its verso it lists two locations (the butcher shop now has four locations). From the web site comes this latest harnessing of communication technologies:

PICK UP SERVICE

Because our stores are on busy streets where parking is difficult, we’ve created an easier way for you to shop.

01
Call in your order ahead of time. Give us enough time to cut and package it up.

02
Just before you arrive, call us from your car. We’ll meet you out front with your bags ready to go, and process the order on the spot with our wireless terminal. You can pay by debit, Visa or Mastercard.

03
Drive away. No hassles and no tickets!
Technology aside, it’s still nice to walk in the shop and view the selection. Best way to keep up-to-date on what’s fresh, seasoned, and aged.

And so for day 1344
18.08.2010

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Three Business Cards

ecosystem
diversity
second-hand book trade

business cards from three booksellers

different naming strategies: one after a short-story, one after song lyrics*, one after Peter Sellers and David Newel who run the shop**

*It came from the first song from the second album by the one of the best bands in the world, ever: All-Time Queen of the World by Fifth Column “She Said, ‘Boom'” lyric and title by Caroline Azar. (from She Said Boom! web page).

**Wonderful tag line (not on their card but on one version of the web site): “We have words for people like you.”

There’s always a bit of humour in the book business

And so for day 1343
17.08.2010

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