Tag Archives: Call and Response

Mark Amerika Meets the Dixie Chicks

One + Infinity “The important thing is to reembody sensual free zones while actively participating in the idealized gift economy.” Mark Amerika Dixie Chicks “Lullaby” refrain… How long do you wanna be loved Is forever enough, is forever enough How … Continue reading

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creating a collaborative installation

Grayson James at the Ryerson Image Centre and the installation/project After Alexandria I became interested in this project at a point in my life when I was experiencing a loneliness unlike any I had before. As an avid reader, I … Continue reading

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Cuisine Choreography

James Barber The Urban Peasant Cooking for Two Cooking for two is very intimate and very immediate. I very seldom start to cook of a guest until the doorbell rings, and then we do it together. Of course you can’t … Continue reading

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Circumbendibus

Listening to a performance of Oliver Goldsmith’s She Stoops to Conquer I delight in hearing this lovely enumeration and had to share the pleasure with mine eyes: I first took them down Feather-bed Lane, where we stuck fast in the … Continue reading

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The Agon of Call and Response

I remember it from the movie as a devastating truth-telling moment but on the page it seems to fall flat. Harold’s speech to Michael in The Boys in the Band by Mart Crowley: You are a sad and pathetic man. … Continue reading

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Dance Craze Blaze

Elsewhere I have examined the closing scene of Queer as Folk in terms of the ongoing dance of the community. Here I cite Michael Lynch from These Waves of Dying Friends, the fifth section of “Sand” My friends who rarely … Continue reading

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Symmetry: He Said, I Told Him

Section 5 of “The Fausto Poems” On Thanksgiving I took him home to my reservation and he wanted to ride horses. I don’t know how to ride, I told him. He said, I thought all Indians rode horses. On Christmas, … Continue reading

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Precipitate (Noun)

A single line triumph. Making three look more. By way of enjambement. The concluding lines of “Rain, Rain, Rain” by Don McKay from Apparatus Who understands this tongue? No one. No one and no one and no one. … yet … Continue reading

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once more more

Gillian Sze From “Panicle” in Panicle What do you see? Fog lurking along the street. What does it bring? A sudden surge of birds from around the corner. What do you hear? Shrapnel of wings. What do you call this? … Continue reading

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Where Has Been There Will Be

This begins like a call and response and turns into a round and then closes with a synoptic clincher. Answer July … #386 Answer July – Where is the Bee – Where is the Blush – Where is the Hay? … Continue reading

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