Wednesday, 6 May 2015

two rudis and ron






Sundog Rising!
Reflections on living the life literary by the Urban Sundog




Defending the Indefensible







I mostly classify Ken Russell movies as films I shouldn’t try to watch with my wife.

I did try once. On a highly unusual night back in 1981, when we were still dating. The Winnipeg Art Gallery featured a unique entertainment double feature one Saturday evening, Ken Russell’s Women In Love, followed by a concert by Nash the Slash on his Children of the Night tour. Naturally I rushed out and got tickets for both. Big mistake.





Renee made it through Women In Love, but bailed out after Nash’s first song. More because of the volume than anything else, being a lover of the more refined decibel levels of classical music and jazz. I caught up with her after the concert back at her place. She was deprogramming herself by watching a Chevy Chase-Goldie Hawn movie on the late show. She forgave me again and we got married anyway.

After all, it wasn’t as bad as the first date I took her on …

Ken Russell was a British filmmaker who died in 2011, famous for a style focussing on excess, especially regarding sexual matters; for mixing cultural crossovers in his productions sometimes more successfully than others — casting rockstars Roger Daltrey from The Who as Franz Liszt and Ringo Starr as the Pope in Lisztomania for example; and for ostensibly making biographical movies but choosing to do so more by focussing on the rumours surrounding his famous subjects’ lives and presenting them as the main story — such as Tchaikovsky supposedly struggling with homosexuality by marrying a nymphomaniac wife in The Music Lovers.





Ken Russell also made an astounding number of films. More on that next week. I’m only interested in one this week.

1977’s Valentino. Starring Rudolph Nureyev.





Doing a little background research I was pleased to discover the movie was a bit of a hit in Britain. Because it tanked abysmally in North America.

It played for about one week in Winnipeg. And this was pre-video. To my knowledge, it was never shown on network television. It’s taken this long for the flick to resurface for me. I saw it in the theatre during that one week it played. It was a dismal day, raining, I had a cold, very little was going right. I thought the movie was brilliant. I came out of it thinking I had discovered a new hero for a different sort of mind.

But I always wondered if maybe my reaction was tempered by the circumstances under which I saw the movie. I was set up that day to enjoy anything with a bit of life to it. And one thing you can never say about Ken Russell movies is that they lack energy. So I tried to track Valentino down on video in later years, but it was never available. In fact, there was a surprising dearth of any Ken Russell movies available on video through normal channels in my town. Then, about six months ago our cable company offered a movie channel free for a month, and for whatever reason, Valentino qualified under their mandate and I was able to PVR it.





Although we talked about it, ultimately I decided not to watch the movie with my wife. I have learned a few things over the years. On the whole I think I made the right decision. Not that the movie is anywhere near as over the top as Lisztomania, which Russell made just before Valentino, but there are definitely some moments which must be categorized as thoroughly Ken. But I would still argue, even after a second viewing almost 40 years later, there is still enough to the movie beyond that to justify my original opinion of it.





This movie was hyped to the gills before it came out. Rudolph Nureyev was making his film debut. On top of that, it was “Rudi plays Rudi”, one romantic icon portraying a second, in a typical Russellian crossover of artistic disciplines. Nureyev the ballet superstar as Valentino the silent screen superstar.





I recall seeing the movie on one of its first nights, before the general critical reaction on this continent became known. I walked out of the theatre thinking, “Well, there’s a hit for sure!” Something like two nights later Johnny Carson was berating Nureyev live on the Tonight Show concerning how he felt about starring in such a turkey.

Some of the flak was directed at Russell of course, since Ken Russell never made a single movie he didn’t take flak for. But the bulk of the sniping fell on Nureyev. He was the bigger name with more on the line, and in the general public’s opinion, he had fallen sadly short. Valentino proves Nureyev can’t act! Not true. His second movie, 1983’s Exposed, proved that. Actually, the more I learn about the actual Rudolph Valentino, the more I realize what an amazing job Nureyev did portraying him.





I think where the movie fell short for the general audience in North America was because Russell didn’t take the approach of doing nothing but glorifying his subject. Valentino was a cultural outsider, doing something new, that did not meet with universal acceptance in the early 1920s. Certainly on one hand he was an unprecedented superstar, with an image that he couldn’t possibly live up to. And then the whole circus was over in only five years, with his unexpected early death. But on the other hand, he was a foreigner in a culture trying to find his way as something entirely new, and not entirely acceptable. Something like Rudolph Nureyev trying to make a movie that would satisfy North American audiences in 1977. I would argue Ken Russell’s Valentino primarily and successfully shows the story of a man trying to stand up for his own personal sense of self in a world swirling madly and inexplicably out of control around him.





While I couldn’t help noting the ham-handedness of some of Ken Russell’s direction on my re-viewing, there’s still some brilliant moments. And a mix of impressive turns combined with a few throwaways by a stellar cast. Some of whom obviously got what they were doing more than others.

With a Ken Russell movie you should never entirely lose sight of the cross-pollination going on created by the juxtaposition of Ken’s choosing to do things like cast Rudi Nureyev as Rudi Valentino. One of my favourite scenes is when Rudolph Nureyev playing Rudolph Valentino hauls Carol Kane onto the dance floor for a mad tango to “Kiss of Fire”, to antagonize Kane’s character’s Fatty Arbuckle-like boyfriend. The mere idea of either Nureyev or Valentino tangoing with Carol Kane … Let alone both together.





Leslie Caron is over the top as the over the top early screen diva Nazimova, so it’s difficult to say if that’s a mistake or not. She’s certainly very much Ken Russell. But then she’s also still very much Leslie Caron, and that’s not a bad thing. Michelle Phillips — Mama Michelle — proves that some musicians can act, turning in a very strong portrayal as Valentino’s genuinely weird-in-her-own-right second wife, Natacha Rambova. AKA Winifred Hudnut. When is somebody going to make a movie about her?

And casting the ex-Bowery Boy Huntz Hall as the studio mogul Jesse Lasky was brilliant. Especially the scenes with the vulture and the ape.

But the movie was mostly shot in England, and it’s some of the British actors stepping up to portray crazy Americans that contribute the most impressive performances. The never-fail Peter Vaughan is particularly able as the Chicago newspaperman Valentino challenges to a boxing match for impugning his manhood near the end of the movie, and Felicity Kendall, better known on these shores for the light-hearted Good Neighbours, is nothing short of remarkable as June Mathis, the woman who made Valentino Valentino.





But it is Nureyev’s performance that finally makes the movie work. And that is because, in a typical twist of uniquely Ken Russell movie magic, you never forget you’re watching Rudolph Nureyev playing Rudolph Valentino. It’s not just the dancing. It’s not just a ballet superstar who shouldn’t have to put up with such things having to put up with the indignities Valentino did. Anymore than Valentino should have had to. It’s the quieter moments. When Nureyev is just Rudi. Squared in this case, but still Rudi.





The last ten minutes of the movie are finally what make it still a success for me. I actually considered skipping them on my re-viewing, because I couldn’t believe the end-scenes would work for me with my older, more conservative outlook on life and art. I was afraid they’d just turn out to be another example of Ken Russell’s occasional ham-handedness, and I’d lose the lustre from a rather precious memory from the seventies.

But no. From the moment Peter Vaughan has his first scene to the end of the credits rolling, the movie is brilliant. Rudolph Nureyev/Valentino at his best, and still showing me there can be a different kind of hero in the world.

Works for me, anyway.






*******

Ron Romanowski’s Book Launch, May 4th
A Reader’s Guide to the Unnameable
Augustine Hand Press, 2015
Sponsored by the MayWorks Festival





You don’t often have a poet open and close a launch by singing one of his poems at you, but then Ron isn’t a conventional sort of poet.

Integrating everything but a little soft-shoe into his presentation in McNally-Robinson’s arts and crafts alcove, Ron entertained a group of 40 with readings from his sixth collection, A Reader’s Guide to the Unnameable. As Ron stated, the book takes its title theme from the first piece, “The Fall Girl”, detailing a tragic event it seems unlikely people can move on from, but do. Having to deal with the emotion of an event they don’t want to face.

A heavy theme for the book, but the launch stayed light, Ron engaging his audience with a personable, enthusiastic, and cheering performance. Ably introduced by Nurit Drory, offering a short recap of the intros she’s done for Ron’s previous five books.

Ron pointed out the cover of the book has been remarked upon as a potential recruiting poster for a new poetry cult. He’ll take the names of anyone interested.




*****

REALITY FICTION AND BEYOND!

The lightning’s still flashing in Chapter Ten of The Electric Detective, posted Monday May 4th, and Episode Eleven: Poe-Ish, starts on Friday, May 8th. Reality Fiction Three: The Interrupted Edition continues at:

http://realficone.blogspot.ca/

To quote the legendary Forrest J. Ackerman, how Grand was my Guignol? Edgar Allan meets Alfred Hitchcock in “The Usher Motel”.

Episodes to Date:

Episode One: Dante-Ish — Mak’s Inferno
Episode Two: Chaucer-Ish — The Hermit’s Tale
Episode Three: Malory-Ish — Le Morte de Mak
Episode Four: Doyle-Ish — Mak the Kipper
Episode Five: Carroll-Ish — Madelyn in Wonderland
Episode Six: Stoker-Ish — The Down For The Count Shimmy
Episode Seven: Tolstoy-Ish — Anna Makerena
Episode Eight: Lem-Ish — So there is …
Episode Nine: Hoffman-Ish — Dr. Hoffman’s Happy Gene Machine
Episode Ten: Shakespeare-Ish — Hamlet the Barbarian
Episode Eleven: Poe-Ish — The Usher Motel

All with illustrations by the author. The complete roster of 34 Contestants have now appeared, so we move on to the supporting cast, the Judges, and the Guest Judges.



Wednesday, 29 April 2015

david lynch - 3






Sundog Rising!
Reflections on living the life literary by the Urban Sundog




Happy Smiles, Dark Dreams







David Lynch — such a happy guy, why such dark movies?

I haven’t read enough of his interview books or studied enough of his approach to art — which ranges far beyond film — to begin to answer that question, of course. But I did read Catching the Big Fish, where David outlines his approach to life and creativity. Achieve a state of bliss each day through transcendental meditation, then let everything flow from there.





This does seem like a counterintuitive process to anyone familiar with the bulk of Lynch’s work. Frank Booth came out of a state of bliss?! Lost Highway emerged from someone having a good day? INLAND EMPIRE is all about what springs from the joyful things in life?

The thing is to look a little deeper and find the emotional balance to the darkness present in almost all his work as well. Laura Palmer ascending at the end of Fire Walk With Me — a much maligned movie that doesn’t deserve its criticism. Julee Cruise singing “The World Spins” as we find out who the murderer is on Twin Peaks — because he’s killing again at the same time — and people feel it. That’s very important. That people feel the presence of the evil in their lives. Everyone jumping up and dancing to Nina Simone’s “Sinner Man” at the end of INLAND EMPIRE. The sunshine and lawnchairs back triumphant at the end of Blue Velvet. The ears back where they’re supposed to be.





And David himself singing at the end of Eraserhead, “In Heaven, everything is fine. You’ve got your good things, and I’ve got mine.”

Okay. I admit even I can’t think of a single redemptive moment to go with Lost Highway but it’s still a good flick. And just because I haven’t found the moment yet doesn’t mean it’s not there. I’ve only seen the movie once. And most people walk out of a David Lynch movie the first time they see it feeling like they’ve been hit over the head with a plank.





This may sound odd, but I believe the reason David Lynch movies work so well is because horrible as they are, they do arise as he says from someone with a genuinely positive outlook on life. Let’s be honest, there are any number of movies out there portraying horrible worlds. But the hearts of these worlds generally are only maudlin or unperceptive at best, which waters down the experience. Having something genuinely good at the centre of Lynch’s universe creates such a deeper contrast the mix carries so much more force. Start from a state of bliss and you can make even a nightmare appealing when you get past being chilled.

I like this idea. I’ve only written one work where I decided to let my central characters be straight out heart-damaged nihilistic murderers — a book of poetry naturally, titled We Might Have Been Up To Little Somethings. Haven’t found anything even remotely resembling a market for it, so it may end up yet on a blog. All my life I’ve resisted working with characters like that, for two main reasons. One — I think it’s a cheap trick. Too easy to manipulate the reader by, no subtlety. Two — I don’t particularly enjoy the thought of being engulfed in such a character’s head. Or letting them in mine.





But I suppose I had something of a Lynchian epiphany writing Little Somethings, as the darker my characters’ existence grew the more I found myself focussing on what was still good in their lives. They grew more and more distanced from it, but had the self awareness to know that. As a result of that knowledge, it became increasingly important for them to find a way in which to pass on what they were losing as they sank deeper into their own path to destruction. When I finished the account, I realized it was a manuscript that actually made me feel good about myself.

Of course, nobody’s dared to read it yet. I’ve offered …





So in an odd sort of way, if you give yourself permission as David Lynch does to start from a base of light, you can explore the darkest shadows you want to safely. And the brighter your light, the darker the shadows you can delve into.

Just remember to sing at the end of it.





Mind you, even that can have its mystifying implications. My all-time favourite scene from any David Lynch film — and I have many — will always be Rebekah Del Rio in the Club Silencio singing “Llorando” from Mulholland Drive. You know the one. Where the singer drops to the floor unconscious halfway through the song, and the voice keeps on singing …








*****

The MayWorks Festival of Labour & the Arts 2015 Presents the Book Launch of:

A Reader's Guide to the Unnameable
by Ron Romanowski





McNally Robinson Booksellers 1120 Grant Avenue Winnipeg
Monday, May 4th, 2015 7PM
In the Atrium
See the poetry video by Dylan Baillie: http://bit.ly/1JgD1Gf
More on MayWorks Festival events: http://mayworks.org

A book launch and literary thrill-ride for poetry fans and everyone else by one of Winnipeg's most experimental poets.

Tickets not necessary. Admission is free.


A Reader’s Guide to the Unnameable
is avant-garde Winnipeg writer Ron Romanowski’s sixth poetry collection.
His first, Sweet Talking, was published in 2004.
His work has appeared in journals and in numerous anthologies.
His poetry has been read on national CBC Radio.
Ron continues to work with, among many other cutting-edge themes,
definitions of authorship and identity in his latest collection.





*****

REALITY FICTION AND BEYOND!

Part Two of "Hamlet the Barbarian" went up on Monday, with the results posting on Friday, May 1st. Reality Fiction Three: The Interrupted Edition continues at:

http://realficone.blogspot.ca/

Continuing the debate on what’s culturally inappropriate, and what’s just plain inappropriate. Also — who can really quote the last line from Hamlet? It may surprise you!

Episodes to Date:

Episode One: Dante-Ish — Mak’s Inferno
Episode Two: Chaucer-Ish — The Hermit’s Tale
Episode Three: Malory-Ish — Le Morte de Mak
Episode Four: Doyle-Ish — Mak the Kipper
Episode Five: Carroll-Ish — Madelyn in Wonderland
Episode Six: Stoker-Ish — The Down For The Count Shimmy
Episode Seven: Tolstoy-Ish — Anna Makerena
Episode Eight: Lem-Ish — So there is …
Episode Nine: Hoffman-Ish — Dr. Hoffman’s Happy Gene Machine
Episode Ten: Shakespeare-Ish — Hamlet the Barbarian

All with illustrations by the author. The complete roster of 34 Contestants have now appeared, so we move on to the supporting cast, the Judges, and the Guest Judges.



Wednesday, 22 April 2015

david lynch 2





Sundog Rising!
Reflections on living the life literary by the Urban Sundog




Meditating on Meditation







I read David Lynch’s Catching The Big Fish last week, his book on Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity. He wrote it to raise funds for his Foundation for Consciousness-Based Education and World Peace.

Yes, I’m talking about that David Lynch. You know — Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks, Mulholland Drive? Purveyor of terror and nightmares most of us would prefer not to face? Eraserhead David Lynch?





David’s on a crusade of sorts to bring peace to the universe through transcendental meditation. While Catching the Big Fish does read like a tract written by a somewhat unconventional Jehovah’s Witness at times, it has a lot more substance to it beyond that. Plus some fascinating insights into Lynch’s creative process and opinions on film.

But the thing is — as he explains himself — David Lynch likes to explore the world from a state of bliss, and that certainly comes across. For someone who makes such dark and fearsome movies, he’s really a very happy guy. Subject for a whole other line of thought next week.





David believes he’s onto something by introducing meditation early into the education system, as he says has been done with some startling results in a number of schools in the States already. Producing some very positive results. Late in the book he mentions small groups of advanced meditators getting together to exert a positive influence on their immediate world:

     The theory is that if the square root of 1 percent of the world’s population, or 8,000 people, practices advanced meditation techniques in a group, then that group, according to published research, is quadratically more powerful than the same number scattered about.
     These peace-creating groups have been formed for short-term studies. And every time the advanced meditators got together in a group, they dramatically affected the area around them. They measurably reduced crime and violence. How did they do that?





Good question, David. I’m not one to buy into this sort of thing, but I have to admit, even reading his book seemed to put me in a positive frame of mind. I’ve been having some nasty nightmares lately — see future novels — but the night after I finished reading The Big Fish I had wonderful, positive dreams the whole night, and awoke feeling strangely refreshed.

I have given this meditation thing a shot in the past. David says when you really connect and transcend, you open yourself up to a much deeper state of creativity, and that’s when you can catch the Big Fish — the best, and deepest ideas.





David specifies that the relaxation technique alone won’t take you to a transcendental state, and I believe I have to agree with him on that. I approached the discipline using only the relaxation technique, since I don’t have a formal faith atom in my body, and I never experienced a state like those David describes. Except once, back in the eighties, which I brought myself to strictly through writing poetry. However even though I used a less than effective method according to David, I did have some surprising results.

I’m still alive for one thing.





There was one day back in early 2005 before I was diagnosed as having a tumour the size of a small pear in the left atrium of my heart when I was still trying to function as if I could live normally. Other miserable circumstances — since rarely does only one horrible thing happen to you at a time — put me in a situation where I had to walk ten blocks through a freezing Winnipeg winter to catch a bus. One wrong heart beat and I was dead from a massive stroke, the tumour blocking the blood flow to my body. As it was my lungs were filling with blood that couldn’t move through my heart properly due to the obstruction. Needless to say, about a block into the ten, I wasn’t doing so well …

So I meditated my way the full distance to the bus stop. I was not in good shape by the time I got there. But I was — and am — still alive.





When I first started practicing the technique I also found I could catch some little fish if not the Big Whopper by doing so. Here are a couple of the poems that came to me as I delved as deep as I could manage, then anyway.





Pondering Crimson

With arrogant charm I assure myself
of the immutability of colour and place,
but in the centre of my profound attainment
you disturb my complacency with a placid smile.

I retreat with fleeing self-assurance,
no longer certain — losing myself in crimson
assures my place in Arabian nights
generated by the distant, uninformed imaginings
that have always fuelled
my every desire of dreaming.

But I perceive no loss
in moving from complacent to complaint;
I give myself up to the changes
that must result from my recognition that
no object is stationary in this universe

— especially not your smile

— and I launch myself headlong
from the tallest peak of doubt
to fall gloriously
through vibrant space, deep, deep,
submerged and submerging
into the fathomless pool
of your oh so personal quiet ...







The Ancient Sands of Egypt

Beneath this sun, I cannot be — 
begin to fall, to crumble, to drift ...

fine, infinitely grained,
wind-tossed,
almost liquid, living ...

beyond thought,
slow as the desert
moving towards the tomb.

Ages pass. Another joins me.

In the shadow of the grave,
regaining form
we are lovers until the sunrise.

Then the 5000 gods of Egypt
render us sand once more
but mixed ...

each infinite grain
loving just as profoundly
each other infinite grain

as did the whole

as all the ages of man
pass by with a last, gentle

sigh ...


As a matter of fact, the title piece (and title obviously) for my published poetry collection, Destination Mutable came out of this experiment.

There’s definitely something to be said for goin’ fishin’.






*****

The MayWorks Festival of Labour & the Arts 2015 Presents the Book Launch of:

A Reader's Guide to the Unnameable
by Ron Romanowski





McNally Robinson Booksellers 1120 Grant Avenue Winnipeg
Monday, May 4th, 2015 7PM
In the Atrium

See the poetry video by Dylan Baillie: http://bit.ly/1JgD1Gf
More on MayWorks Festival events: http://mayworks.org

A book launch and literary thrill-ride for poetry fans and everyone else
by one of Winnipeg's most experimental poets.

Tickets not necessary. Admission is free.


A Reader’s Guide to the Unnameable
is avant-garde Winnipeg writer Ron Romanowski’s sixth poetry collection.
His first, Sweet Talking, was published in 2004.
His work has appeared in journals and in numerous anthologies.
His poetry has been read on national CBC Radio.
Ron continues to work with, among many other cutting-edge themes,
definitions of authorship and identity in his latest collection.





*****

REALITY FICTION AND BEYOND!

We’ve passed the halfway mark! The Electric Detective Chapter Nine posted Monday, April 20th, and the first part of (oh no — but I guess it had to happen) Shakespeare-Ish goes up Friday, April 24th! Reality Fiction Three: The Interrupted Edition continuing at:

http://realficone.blogspot.ca/

Caroline has a name crisis thanks to an absent-minded author, and is the world really ready for … Hamlet the Barbarian?

Episodes to Date:

Episode One: Dante-Ish — Mak’s Inferno
Episode Two: Chaucer-Ish — The Hermit’s Tale
Episode Three: Malory-Ish — Le Morte de Mak
Episode Four: Doyle-Ish — Mak the Kipper
Episode Five: Carroll-Ish — Madelyn in Wonderland
Episode Six: Stoker-Ish — The Down For The Count Shimmy
Episode Seven: Tolstoy-Ish — Anna Makerena
Episode Eight: Lem-Ish — So there is …
Episode Nine: Hoffman-Ish — Dr. Hoffman’s Happy Gene Machine
Episode Ten: Shakespeare-Ish — Hamlet the Barbarian

All with illustrations by the author. Working through the Contestants in order of their appearance. But there’s been some problems with the scanner, so appearances may be deceiving.



Wednesday, 15 April 2015

David Lynch - One






Sundog Rising!
Reflections on living the life literary by the Urban Sundog




Don’t You Already Know?





Cinema is a lot like music. It can be very abstract, but people have a yearning to make intellectual sense of it, to put it right into words. And when they can’t do that, it feels frustrating. But they can come up with an explanation from within, if they just allow it. If they started talking to their friends, soon they would see things — what something is and what something isn’t. And they might agree with their friends or argue with their friends — but how could they agree or argue if they don’t already know?

David Lynch — Catching the Big Fish


I think this quotation raises a very interesting point. Art in any format is so subjective how can anyone truly argue its objective merits? Some questions regarding what a work is or isn’t might be more obvious than others on first look. Some people might argue they don’t find the Mona Lisa particularly attractive, but no one’s going to say it’s not a great painting. But what about say, oh I don’t know …

A David Lynch movie? Or Ron Romanowski’s poetry? (See below.)

Almost anything Lynch has done is fair game in this discussion, with the possible exceptions of The Straight Story and Dune. The Straight Story’s pretty much … a straight story, sorry, can’t get around that one, and even Lynch admits Dune is just bad. For the record, David didn’t have final cut on that movie.





But what about the brilliantly enigmatic Mulholland Drive? INLAND EMPIRE? Or Lost Highway? Or even his most arguably popular work, Twin Peaks? Or we could go really out on a severed limb and ask this question of … Eraserhead.





Many people come out of any of these viewing experiences shaking their heads with a blank expression on their faces. Totally lost. They might as well have been reading poetry! Yet David says that when they sit down to discuss the piece, how could they agree or argue if they don’t already know what the movie is or isn’t for them?

I remember doing this, in fact … Bob France, Mike Cipryk and I went to a midnight showing of Eraserhead when it first played Winnipeg, God knows how many years ago. And we went back to Mike’s place afterwards to thrash it out. God knows we had opinions. Not that those opinions resolved anything for us about the movie that night, as I recall. I don’t think any of us hit on what I appreciated most about the movie when I saw it again finally two years ago — the weird positive spin and sense of redemption at the end of it. But then, I don’t think any of us were paying attention to the soundtrack when we first saw it. And that’s always a major mistake to make when experiencing a David Lynch movie.





Out of the darkness and horror comes light and beauty at the end … The horror is real, but so are the angels. The shadows wouldn’t be so black without an equally potent contrasting presence in the films of light.





Which leads me to a topic for a future blog. How does such a happy guy as David Lynch make such nightmarish movies? We’ll take a look at what makes him so happy in the first place next week. But the point is, perhaps focussing on the undeniable nightmare always present in his work as most people do isn’t always the proper message to take away.

Because David Lynch makes some truly beautiful art. I don’t think I already knew that the first time I saw a few of his movies. But now that the idea’s in my head, I see everything differently.





But as for Ron, well … We all better go to the booklaunch on May 4th and make up our own minds about that.



*****

The MayWorks Festival of Labour & the Arts 2015 Presents the Book Launch of:

A Reader's Guide to the Unnameable
by Ron Romanowski





McNally Robinson Booksellers 1120 Grant Avenue Winnipeg
Monday, May 4th, 2015 7PM
In the Atrium

See the poetry video by Dylan Baillie: http://bit.ly/1JgD1Gf
More on MayWorks Festival events: http://mayworks.org

A book launch and literary thrill-ride for poetry fans and everyone else by one of Winnipeg's most experimental poets.

Tickets not necessary. Admission is free.


A Reader’s Guide to the Unnameable
is avant-garde Winnipeg writer Ron Romanowski’s sixth poetry collection.
His first, Sweet Talking, was published in 2004. His work has appeared
in journals and in numerous anthologies. His poetry has been read
on national CBC Radio. Ron continues to work with, among many other
cutting-edge themes, definitions of authorship and identity
in his latest collection.





*****

REALITY FICTION AND BEYOND!

Murder in an alien’s heart. Obsessive fixation on constructing mechanical women. And pirates, of course. Episode Nine takes a surreal, decadent dip into the world of E.T.A. Hoffman and Jacques Offenbach on Monday, with the results posting on Friday, April 17th. Reality Fiction Three: The Interrupted Edition continues at:

http://realficone.blogspot.ca/

Vadim Strakar strikes back at Slick Danny Grievous. What is this, avant, beta?

Episodes to Date:

Episode One: Dante-Ish — Mak’s Inferno
Episode Two: Chaucer-Ish — The Hermit’s Tale
Episode Three: Malory-Ish — Le Morte de Mak
Episode Four: Doyle-Ish — Mak the Kipper
Episode Five: Carroll-Ish — Madelyn in Wonderland
Episode Six: Stoker-Ish — The Down For The Count Shimmy
Episode Seven: Tolstoy-Ish — Anna Makerena
Episode Eight: Lem-Ish — So there is …
Episode Nine: Hoffman-Ish — Dr. Hoffman’s Happy Gene Machine

All with illustrations by the author. Working through the Contestants in order of their appearance. But there’s been some problems with the scanner, so appearances may be deceiving.



Wednesday, 8 April 2015

compulsions






Sundog Rising!
Reflections on living the life literary by the Urban Sundog




Positively Compelled





With great reluctance, I recently had to make a lifestyle choice.

I decided working on 4 novels a day caused me anxiety. So I’m going to have to settle for only 3 a day from now on.

So what is this compulsion to write I experience? I won’t say I suffer from it, because quite frankly, outside of the anxiety of trying to balance 4 plots in my head at once, I enjoy it.





The clinical term is hypergraphia. That’s Latin for “compulsion to write”. Not entirely illuminating, but it’s always nice to have a fancy name for your odder mental processes. 

The condition at its most extreme can be quite debilitating. Those who actually do suffer from it are compelled to write everything that goes through their heads, regardless of trying to organize those thoughts to tell a story or create a novel or whatever. Fortunately, in my case, my hypergraphia is nicely balanced by my other condition — hyperlexia. The compulsion to read. I don’t know if the fact that I spend practically every moment I can when I’m not writing reading has helped to focus my hypergraphia or not. Maybe after all my reading I just think the world should operate like a good novel, so I am compelled to write down my observations of it as if it does.





I think it’s a good mix. I admit I am perhaps an extreme example of both conditions. Trying to turn out at least three full novels a year and reading at least 100 plus books a year at the same time. It’s a good thing I like to cook too, and insist on getting out to the gym twice a week. Because when I’m speed-walking around the track I like to plot what I’m going to write next when I get home, and then —





Ahem. It’s a good thing I like to cook too.

I don’t feel this balance of compulsions in my life is a bad thing. In fact, I’ve been healthier in body and mind these last few years when I’ve been able to indulge my compulsions than I was for the first 35 years of my adult life. That says something.

If there is an inner compulsion I’m not admitting lying behind all this, I believe it’s a need to see the world in terms beyond the societally conventional to truly make reality come to life for me. Like any good hypergraphist, I admit everything I see and experience is fodder for writing. But more precisely in my case, fodder for story. Creatively interacting with my world, not just letting it roll over me. The same applies to my wife and her eye for photography. We’re looking at the world in different ways from most people, and that’s a good thing. Feeding our souls.


Photo by Renee Beaubien


It’s a luxury of a North American middle class existence of course, particularly as lived in Canada in my case. You don’t have these kind of options if you’re wondering where your next meal’s coming from or what new fresh hell is going to descend upon you today in a war zone.

Yet, maybe you need stories even more in those situations to make sense of your world. Stories have always been with us. It can be reassuring to know that whatever happens to you, you can write about it. Sometimes because you have to to let the rest of the world know what’s wrong with it.

And then hopefully we’ll write about fixing that together afterwards.







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REALITY FICTION AND BEYOND!

Lightning strikes, rendering the Detective truly Electric in Chapter Eight of The Electric Detective, posting Friday, April 10th. Already up on Monday — the less than satisfied winners and always discontented losers after the results are tabulated for Episode Eight, Lem-Ish. Reality Fiction Three: The Interrupted Edition continues at:

http://realficone.blogspot.ca/

I’ll be honest. The end scene on Friday is what inspired the entire story. 

Episodes to Date:

Episode One: Dante-Ish — Mak’s Inferno
Episode Two: Chaucer-Ish — The Hermit’s Tale
Episode Three: Malory-Ish — Le Morte de Mak
Episode Four: Doyle-Ish — Mak the Kipper
Episode Five: Carroll-Ish — Madelyn in Wonderland
Episode Six: Stoker-Ish — The Down For The Count Shimmy
Episode Seven: Tolstoy-Ish — Anna Makerena
Episode Eight: Lem-Ish — So there is …

All with illustrations by the author. Working through the Contestants in order of their appearance. But there’s been some problems with the scanner, so appearances may be deceiving.