Lost and Lost

The refrain from Wintersleep “Weighty Ghost” from the album Welcome to the Night Sky

Have you seen my ghost?
Staring at the ground?
Have you seen my ghost?
Sick of those goddamn clouds

Seems so simple here bare of the reduplication that animates the song. The band repeats “Have you seen my ghost?” to haunting effect. There is an almost trudging to the beat which of course adds to the weightiness of the ghost. Trance inducing. What remains is the question. Other reduplication entries on Berneval.

And so for day 281
21.09.2007

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Floral Gatherings

I am reminded of a line from my own musings upon how at summer’s end in northern Ontario the fields fallow and being reclaimed by the bush provide a show that is “August all goldenrod and aster”. I have been put in mind of this by “Thirst” by Amy Lowell which I read in a volume edited by Honor Moore. My associations are blooming time, Lowell’s, night blooming and scent. I will always now think of primroses as comrades of the stars. You too, likely.

Far out on the grass. And every gust
Of light night wind comes laden with the scent
Of opening flowers which never bloom by day
Night-scented stocks, and four-o’clocks, and that
Pale yellow disk, upreared on its tall stalk
The evening primrose, comrade of the stars.

I know in Lowell’s lines there is only one but inevitably I socialize and invoke a plural comrades.

And so for day 280
20.09.2007

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Should Old Acquaintance

It was a special event marked with wit. I do like the suggestive Tie Up [the outgoing year] and Unleash [the incoming year]. And the simple design replicating the logo of the now defunct Toolbox.

Toolbox, New Year's Eve 1992

Ticket to New Year’s Eve Bash at the Toolbox, Toronto, 1992

Now this little piece of ephemera lives on tucked into some book (probably Urban Aboriginals by Geoff Mains).

And so for day 279
19.09.2007

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Intellectual Soulmates

Humanist Discussion Group, Vol. 26, No. 478.

My contribution to a thread about quitting the search for an academic job (and the resentment of years devoted to graduate work that do not come to fruition in landing a tenure track position).

Willard,

A long time ago, I too tried to land a position in the academy. I am very lucky to have friends who too went that route and who have carved out for themselves niches in which to engage in intellectual activity. We get together regularly and catch up on our various projects.

The sense of community was what I thought I would miss the most by being barred entry into the academic club. But the walls of higher learning are porous and what I thought I would miss I have found through online networks and choosing to live in a large metropolis (Toronto) with a lively civic commitment to book and film culture.

For the most part I have dwelt with the not landing an academic job with a certain degree of equanimity — I have after all access to an excellent reference library.

However there are times when I find that academic departments are insular and fail to reach out to the larger community. I believe they sometimes need publicists to encourage coverage of events and greater use of recording technology for play back would be great — there is at times an alarming unknowingness about creating accessible archives of the events of academic life.

Some would argue that being extra-muros brings its own rewards. I am not prepared to say so. It presents very specific challenges to anyone who would claim the mantle of scholar. Being extra-muros does have its own charm (especially when I consider the workloads of my friends and colleagues who teach and conduct research). Charm of course is not a reward nor is it a gift. It’s a by-product of the story we extramural folks spin. It takes an incredible effort to keep the story spinning so as to avoid resentment. To have the energy and time to reknit one’s sense of pride and purpose is sometimes a matter of luck. I have been lucky and part of that luck has been Humanist and its readers.

I am not going to trivialize someone’s decision to quit the race by producing some platitude to the effect that it gets better. It doesn’t. Nor will I intimate that they didn’t try hard enough – that’s simply uncouth.

I will suggest that the academy — the collective invisible college — make it easier to prepare future scholars to exercise their abilities whether or not they come to occupy a place within its walls.

I was lucky my alma mater did encourage us to think of career paths beyond the academy. What it didn’t do so well was help us imagine being scholars for life. Humanist and other networks can — and should.

Francois Lachance, Scholar-at-large

And so for day 278
18.09.2007

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All Hallows Eve

A bit of haiku

grinning / mouth month
pumpkin pie / sliced / slashed
gone // all swallowed

For some reason all those back slashes remind me of a title There’s a Trick with a Knife I’m Learning to Do: Poems, 1963-1978 by Michael Ondaatje. Not that pumpkins have anything to do with those poems — it’s just that knife that sticks in the imagination.

And so for day 277
17.09.2007

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McLuhan Misquote

I’m so glad that some one else has caught him doing it. I documented a number of instances in “Proxemics and Prosthetics“.

“But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?/It speaks, and yet says nothing.” An apt description of TV, Marshall McLuhan said, when he quoted Shakespeare in Understanding Media. Romeo’s line is in fact “She speaks, yet she says nothing,” and refers to Juliet, who is likened to light —— and it actually occurs in the play ten lines after the first.

from the issue devoted to “Means of Communication” Lapham’s Quarterly Volume V, Number 2 p. 205.
Certainly lots more to keep editors of a critical edition of his works quite busy.

And so for day 276
16.09.2007

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A Word from the Boss

I was very fortunate to work for a while for a senior civil servant in Ontario. Angela Longo upon taking up another assignment wrote personalized hand written messages for her staff. I’ve kept mine not only because it says nice things about me but because it reminds me of a classy lady.

Francois

It’s been a pleasure working with you. You’re smart, helpful, cheerful, practical, sensible & fun — all the important things.

Please know you can count on me for my support & help @ any time.

I wish you the greatest success …. & I know the right thing will come along.

Thank you for everything — especially your patience with me.

Angela

Angela Longo Letter

Letter from Angelo Longo – a thank you and good-bye

And so for day 275
15.09.2007

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Flown South

After Symanntha Renn http://failingathaiku.wordpress.com/2012/10/17/wandering-in-the-open/

naked trees against the sky
birds have no where to hide
nests bared to the world
glass houses abandoned
to some south green secret

some stayed to caw

I found Renn’s image of the glass house nest intriguing. Her affinity with the winged creatures might go by way of a pun on “wren” … I hope she doesn’t mind the migration and a bit of raven trickery… caw caw

And so for day 274
14.09.2007

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Captured

There is a pivotal moment in the short piece by Kelley Armstrong in the Globe and Mail‘s summer fiction series…

William heard his grandmother’s voice from all those years ago, when she’d seen what he’d done to the barn cats. “The riders will come for you, boy. Mark my words. The Wild Hunt will come.”

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/book-and-media/stories-for-summer-the-hunt-by-kelley-armstrong/article585190/ [Now to be found in Led Astray: The Best of Kelley Armstrong]

It may appear as filler to some but it is an important part of the story. Without the retrieval of a prediction at this point the whole shape would be lost.

And so for day 273
13.09.2007

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Revisiting Touches of Metadata

Pulled from the html source of splash page for Table of Contents (named “Bridge“) for Sense: Orientations, Meanings, Apparatus

<head>
<title> Sorties et entrées </title>
<meta name=”author” content=”Francois Lachance”>
<meta name=”title” content=”Sense: Orientations, Meanings, Apparatus. Ideological dimensions of select twentieth-century occidental texts devoted to technology, perception and reproduction”>
<meta name=”genre” content=”Ph.d. Dissertation, University of Toronto”>
<meta name=”place” content=”Toronto, Ontario, Canada”>
<meta name=”date” content=”September 21, 1996 CE”>
<meta name=”discipline” content=”Comparative Literature”>
<meta name=”field” content=”Transcoding Studies”>
</meta>
</head>

That’s a rather grandiose way of describing the “field”. Nice touch to have the title page as both an entrance and an exit – that little bit in French set to display in the title area of a browser – a liminal moment for both text and person.

And so for day 272
12.09.2007

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