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Via by Caroline Bergvall

September 26, 2017by neath Leave a comment

An inventory of translations of the opening lines of Dante’s Inferno. VIA By Caroline Bergvall 48 Dante Variations Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva […]

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Art, Art History, Words

Buffy Sainte-Marie

June 5, 2015by neath Leave a comment

“”You talk about all the foster home kids, some of those parents they grew up without parents. They never knew a parent. How were they supposed to know how a […]

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News, Whales, Words

To My Alien Abductor

May 30, 2015by neath Leave a comment

To My Alien Abductor Life sucks, life is awesome. Lucky. Didn’t ask to be born. But writing bad poetry. Makes this shit. More fun than a barrel of Monkeys. I’ve […]

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Action, LIfe, Words

Community

May 8, 2014by neath Leave a comment

My generation from Verdun grew up With Fathers who worked in factories and Mothers who, if they worked were in retail or service low paying respectable jobs. To do better […]

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Quebec, Words, Writing

Stars

June 5, 2013by neath Leave a comment

See that picture up top? That’s our waterfront, at least after they mandated the boat clubs to get rid of their shacks and put up those little lockers. It used […]

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Ideas, Words

Buried Horses – Tom Dacre’s Blues

March 4, 2013by neath Leave a comment

Ashes fall from the chimney so maudlin. Sodden haunts returning thoughts to your flue. Did your body snap? Was it made of porcelain? Could my shakey hand prepare a splint […]

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Music, Video, Words

Idle No More

December 29, 2012by neath 2 Comments

I wanna round dance neath the stars tonight I wanna stand up for what I believe tonight I wanna see peace in the skies tonight I wanna be love neath […]

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