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28 August 2009

Writing in bed








I am alone in the apartment. I was alone last night when I went to bed and alone when I woke up. I can't remember the last time this happened. I have to stop writing for a moment and think about it....

No, nothing. Maybe the year before last.

I wrote/worked on poems in bed for a couple of hours, then got up and showered. I've mailed off the release for the two accepted poems and I've heard nothing more from the magazine so I assume all is moving forward. As a result of this acceptance I am wondering what else could I submit, a rather inspiring wondering, so I'm not working on the novel again until school starts. I'm going on a course in November and my goal is to have some semblance of a word count by that time. But there's plenty of time. Until then it's poetry time. Especially today when I have no external obligations apart from (what else) a trip to the grocery store and later -- oh, much later -- to collect my daughter and friend from their day camp.

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  2. Hey, Jeannette -

    Earlier this year you translated a poem called Despair Sits on a Bench... I came across this song recently that uses the same basic image, to make another kind of statement. I think you might find it interesting.

    (by Justin Rutledge)
    The Devil's On A Bench In Stanley Park

    The devil's on a bench
    In Stanley Park
    She's a girl
    Who looks like you
    But only when it's dark
    The January sun
    Sets on her eyes
    Collapses on a landscape
    Filled with neon butterflies

    The Devil wears
    A bracelet made of bronze
    She offers me calligraphy
    And puts the kettle on
    Out on Commercial Drive
    It's growin' dark
    The rest is rust
    And stardust
    In a vacant
    Arctic Heart

    Don't bury me
    Very far
    From where you'll be
    Emily
    No don't bury me
    Very far
    From where you'll be
    Emily
    Emily

    The devil has
    A hundred thousand names
    These are girls
    Who look like you
    But only when it rains
    So when I'm on the highway
    Of the Lord
    I have to take a shortcut
    To the one that I adored

    Don't bury me
    Very far
    From where you'll be
    Emily
    Don't let them bury me
    Very far
    From where you'll be
    Emily
    Emily
    Sweet Emily

    Wow. Quite dark isn't it? I mean, considering it's a love song (I think).

    Justin Rutledge is a Canadian songwriter.

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