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Month: June, 2013

The World Screened by John Oughton

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The world through your window

is screened into rows of tiny cubes 

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that means we can remake

the world by shifting them

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a pure pane of sky shines

from the pine’s arthritic roots

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the library is strewn along the walk

which itself winds over

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branches, bedrooms. Shadows of things start

elsewhere and cross where they might be cloud

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the pedestrian’s two left eyes

regard the sun strolling on her leash

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as they move cube by cube over the clear blue lawn

her heart is (not is like) a bird

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The World Screened was previously published in Time Slip (Guernica Editions, 2010). John Oughton is a Toronto poet with five books published, and a professor at Centennial College.

rrrrrI wanted to capture the sense of real/unreal within this poem’s surrealism. The piano motif relates to background music, or a composition, in which the poem seems to move… I juxtaposed pictorial elements playing off the poem’s (in part) bright, Miro-like mood as well as the more subtly expressed romantic, melancholy yearnings.

Impressionistic by Steven McCabe

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I press myself into her skin

Moist, sticky and warm

Like a Caribbean wind,

Beneath our sheet

Of ice.

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from my second book of poetry Radio Picasso (watershedBooks, 1999)

My Eyes So Soft by Hafiz

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Stop Being So Religious by Hafiz

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What

Do sad people have in

Common?

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It seems

They have all built a shrine

To the past

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And often go there

And do a strange wail and

Worship.

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What is the beginning of

Happiness?

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It is to stop being

So religious

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That.

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Translation by Daniel Ladinsky

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The animal figure was originally a shadow puppet created last year by a Grade 8 student in a small Ontario town.  I delivered a poetry and shadow puppetry workshop & we created a quite striking multi media production. I decided to experiment with a photo taken during the workshop. Simultaneously I discovered this Hafiz poem which follows the previous post by Rumi very elegantly.