Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Little Layton, Oh My!

When hourly I praised her perfect mouth
How could I have known, with lust besotted
That satan himself had forged those red lips
To singe my wings, to crisp me like a moth.

by Irving Layton (Canadian Poet, died recently, 2006)
for Paul, Paddy, Clink, Carleton, AJ Levin, Silas,
the patio of the Art Bar in Toronto, just had to do it.

(Those who submitted are in The Delinquent first issue Nov 27th)

Sunday, October 22, 2006

A one, and a two, and a...five, already?

I say, indeed, indeed!

Modern Poetry
Oxford Street

Wed 25/10/06

Annie Freud
Will be reading from her collection

“A Voids Officer Achieves the Tree Pose”

With guests

John Stiles, Susan Grindley
and Amah-Rose McKnight

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Crazy as a Loon?

Just another reminder of why Canada has wickit waterfowl, eh wha. In Europe The Great Northern Diver just don`t cut it. Frig that shit. Innit? Yeah? You with me? Oh, forget it.... Um....


Babylon Burning (I'm innit, you with me? Oh, forget it)
Jason, Jel: the acountant, the delinquent. Innit?
How Yah Doon? - Blogged