Donald Flather – Howe Sound Lookout
I come from a country
Of slow and diffident words
Of broken rhythms
Of unsaid feelings.
Next time I am born
I intend to come
From a different country.
Elizabeth Brewster – Gold Man
Stan Rogers – The Jeannie C
Alex Janvier – The Tanning of Faces
David Cronenberg – Shivers
Les grandes choses du jour et de la nuit
Celles de l’aube où l’on frissonne
L’amour défendu la poitrine ouverte
Ceux qui aiment ceux qui portent la haine
Il y a une toute petite voile blanche
Sur le bleu de la mer.
Alain Grandbois – from Les îles de la nuit
Beau Dommage – J’aimais l’hiver
At night you stand on the balcony of the hotel and look out into Malinalco, at a thousand other buildings that look just the same as your own. All of the Canadian hotels are built here, in the centre of the city, each building illuminating the face of the next. You think: this architecture is a uniform for travelers, an image of home, but also a reassurance that the tongues of a thousand races can be laid to rest here, beneath the folded sheets of Canadian linen, its bodies scrubbed to a uniform shine beneath the shower heads of North American plumbing, the body’s machines of hearing and seeing raised to an understanding of excellence. You turn out the lights thinking that this holiday is also a home.
Mike Hoolboom – -Mexico-
Christopher Pratt – Driving to Venus from Eddie’s Cove East