Poetry: “Cousinage: A Meet Cute” “Acid Trip in a Portapotty” “Cote Saint-Luc Road” Fiction: “Ninety-Nine” Creative Non-Fiction: “Toronto’s (Not So) Jewish Suburbs” Review Essays: “The Terrible Bloom of What We Planted: Three Canadians Confront Israel/Palestine” Review of Jonathan Safran Foer’s Here I Am
I’ll be reading some poetry this Thursday, February 2nd, at the amazing knife | fork | book in Kensington Market, along with Jim Nason. Come on out! Doors at 6:30. AARON KREUTER Arguments for Lawn Chairs JIM NASON Touch Anywhere to Begin FEBRUARY 2ND Doors 6:30PM Poetry 7-ish knife | fork | book @ Rick’s Cafe | 281 Augusta Avenue | Kensington Market More details here.
Here’s a poem I wrote for David Huebert, on the occasion of him finishing his comprehensive exams. (For those who are not a graduate student themselves, or whose siblings, partners, roommates, or dog park friends are not graduate students, ABD stands for All But Dissertation). Happy spring! ABD For Dave “Species Panic at the Disco” Huebert Always better Dave. Any butter Dave. Affluent, botulistic Dave. Anything but Dave. Armies bomb Dave. Andromeda beleaguers Dave. Antigone belittles Dave. Aphrodite boffs Dave. Another beatific Dave. Alright, brazen Dave. Address barrenness, Dave? All butterflies Dave!
By all metrics, it was a terrible summer. War, environmental disasters, political hypocrisy, weaponized hatreds. In my own circumscribed world, however, there were some small successes, a few surprises, and a book deal. So, in no way taking away from the horrors of the macro, here is a round up of my own, inconsequential micro. I read poetry at three events this summer. In June, I headlined the inaugural Firepit Reading Series in London, Ontario, put on and hosted by David Huebert. This was the first time I read my poem “Handwritten Addendum to the Torah Left On The Moon” in public, along with other new–and newish–work. (True to its name, after the reading, the night refocused around the firepit.) In August, I read at the two-day long mega-reading that took place at the BIG on Bloor street festival, hosted by Jess Taylor. Finally, in honour of Leonard Cohen’s eightieth birthday, I read six of Cohen’s poems at Jewish Urban Meeting Place, as well as one of my own poems written to Cohen. Reading through his selected poetry in preparation for the reading, I remembered anew how fundamental Cohen’s poetry is to my own poetic sensibilities. Out of the dozens, […]
Hello. As part of the Institute For Things to do With Books’ mandate to participate in things that have to do with books, here is my annual list of books that have piled up on my bedside table. Some of these books have been read through, some (the short story anthologies, certain poetry books) have been dipped into, others have got lost in the shuffle and are as of yet unread. As always, come spring, I’ll reshelve, and start the process all over again. Feel free to contribute your own night table geographies in the comments section. Books are listed from the top of the pile to the bottom Pile A: Happy New Year! And Other Stories by Sholom Aleichem (Translated by Curt Leviant) The Circle Game by Margaret Atwood (Poetry) So Much to Say: Dave Matthews Band 20 Years on the Road by Nikki Van Noy (perhaps the worst book I have ever read) The Collected Tales of Nikolai Gogol, Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky (thank you BMV!) 50 Short Science Fiction Tales, Edited by Isaac Asimov and Groff Conklin An Oak Hunch by Phil Hall (Poetry) Tree of Smoke by Denis Johnson (BMV again!) February by […]