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Poem of the Week: Go to the Limits of Your Longing: Rainer Maria Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Weekly poems come via Alison McGhee– with a great deal of gratitude for her wonderful curation.

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Calling All Book Lovers! Onehundredonebooks is a great literary blog

Hello Book Lovers,

Thanks to WordPress’s Freshly Pressed, I had the good fortune of coming across Robert Bruce’s blog, One Hundred One Books. There’s a billion and one book blogs out there, so to say it’s a crowded market is an understatement for sure. Most of us who write about books do so out of love for literature and any contributions to the love of great books is wonderful. Some people, however, do it better than others. And I think Robert does a great job.

First of all, what appeals to me is the fact that he is working his way through a list. It makes it easy and straightforward, you know where you’re going and what you’re doing. Second of all, the list he happens to be working through is Time Magazine’s 100 Greatest Novels since 1923 (plus Ulysses), so you know that the books on this list are practically required quality reading for the literary buff.

Thirdly, Robert is a good writer AND he delivers the goods. Contrary to popular blogging norms where less is more, I’m happy to say that Robert subscribes to the belief that more is more. He writes well and reasonably comprehensively (without killing you) on a book. No 140 characters for him, although I’m sure he does that as well.

So this is what you get when you visit his list of read and ranked Times 101 books:

Quick Facts
His Thoughts
Other Stuff
Highlights
Lowlights
Memorable Line
Final Thoughts

But I can talk about this all I want. Why not take a wander over there and enjoy it for yourself.

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Poem of the Week: The Snowmass Cycle (excerpt) – Stephen Dunn 1. Retreat


The sailor dreamt of loss,
but it was I who dreamt the sailor.
I was landlocked, sea-poor.
The sailor dreamt of a woman
who stared at the sea, then tired
of it, advertised her freedom.
She said to her friend: I want
all the fire one can have
without being consumed by it.
Clearly, I dreamt the woman too.
I was surrounded by mountains
suddenly green after a long winter,
a chosen uprootedness, soul shake-up,
every day a lesson about the vastness
between ecstasy and repose.
I drank coffee called Black Forest
at the local cafe. I took long walks
and tried to love the earth
and hate its desecrations.
All the Golden Retrievers wore red
bandannas on those muttless streets.
All the birches, I think, were aspens.
I do not often remember my dreams,
or dream of dreamers in them.
To be without some of the things
you want, a wise man said,
is an indispensable part of happiness.


For more information on Stephen Dunn, click here: http://www.stephendunnpoet.com/home.htm

Thanks to Alison McGhee for her weekly selection of poems.

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Poem of the Week: The Times by Lucille Clifton

it is hard to remain human on a day
when birds perch weeping
in the trees and the squirrel eyes
do not look away but the dog ones do
in pity.
another child has killed a child
and i catch myself relieved that they are
white and i might understand except
that i am tired of understanding.
if this
alphabet could speak its own tongue
it would be all symbol surely;
the cat would hunch across the long table
and that would mean time is catching up,
and the spindle fish would run to ground
and that would mean the end is coming
and the grains of dust would gather themselves
along the streets and spell out:
these too are your children this too is your child

Thanks to Alison McGhee for her weekly curating of these wonderful poems.

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Stanley Fish on The Current: Requiem for a Sentence

I caught a bit of this interview on The Current with literary critic Stanley Fish who recently wrote a book called, How to Write a Sentence and How to Read One. Professor Fish is a self-described connoisseur of fine sentences. “Some appreciate fine art; others appreciate fine wines. I appreciate fine sentences.”

Herewith is the delightful interview Professor Fish had with Anna Maria Tremonte yesterday on The Current. Give it a listen here.

My long time favourite opening sentence is from Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It goes like this:

“It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.”

This is the one sentence I have always been able to remember and it’s the one sentence that still makes me think and feel. Do you have a favourite sentence?

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Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss: Book Review

I’m not a stickler nor am I a grammar geek, but I loved this funny, witty, entertaining and informative book on the history, misuse and yes, the importance of English grammar. My mother always said that a good cook was someone “die en drol lekker zou kunne maken”, which roughly translates as “someone who could make a turd taste good.”

Well, that’s exactly what Lynne Truss does in Eats, Shoots and Leaves. A dry topic in anyone else’s hands becomes an entertaining, learning experience thanks to her wry sense of humour and expert knowledge of the English language.

But Truss’s outrage at the decline and misuse of English grammar isn’t simply a stickler’s whine, she uses example after entertaining example, of the confusion that ensues when we don’t understand how and where to place commas, apostrophes, colons, semi-colons etc…

The title, “Eats, Shoots and Leaves” is a joke about how the misplaced use of a simple comma can completely change the meaning of a sentence. Pandas, who “eat shoots and leaves” is completely different from the panda who walked into the bar, “eats, shoots and leaves”. The latter clearly is a more wild west version of the gentle panda bear than the former.

I write quite a bit and I only occasionally reach back over the (decades) to remember the finer points of early grammar classes.  Then, through the haze of these dodgy memories, I think to myself, “Sure, the comma should go right here and this apostrophe will come after. Or was it before?” But one thing I learned in Writing 101, or Writing for Dummies during my first year of university – when I discovered that I couldn’t write – was that clear prose signals clear thinking. That much I know.

The idiosyncratic system of black marks and notations that we have come to know and love as Grammar,  came into being as a result of the development of printing technology. As the printing press developed, conventions for the clear understanding of the written word were required. Now that we’re in the midst of yet another communications revolution, our language is rapidly changing with words being shortened, punctuation removed or changed. This is even more reason to ensure that guidelines for clear communication survive well into the next generation as our language and style of communication evolves during the Era of Internet Communications.

Nobody can offer better compelling reasons to learn grammar  than Lynne Truss so here goes:

“One of the best descriptions of punctuation comes in a book entitled The Fiction Editor, the Novel and the Novelist (1989) by Thomas McCormack. He says the purpose of punctuation is “to tango the reader into the pauses, inflections, continuities and connections that the spoken line convey.”:”

Punctuation to the writer is like anatomy to the artist: He learns the rules so he can knowledgeably and controlledly depart from them as art requires. Punctuation is a means and its end is: helping the reader to hear, to follow.’

I did my best to write this with Lynne Truss in mind. Having said that I KNOW there are grammatical errors in this post. Please advise and I will revise!

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Weekly Poem: High Tide by John Hodgen

High Tide
John Hodgen

A man I know named Watters commanded riverboats during the war in Vietnam. He drilled through the heart of the Mekong. Now he teaches peace studies to wide-eyed kids, the arc of his life having turned him this way, utterly, as if by design. They stare at him, silent as fish. He says he is casting his nets. He says power corrupts, peace through strength. He says MIRV, SEATO, NATO, MAD. He says new submarines, launching platforms, multiple warhead killing machines, Ohio Class (Ohio so centered, so far from the sea, except in the Ice Age, the glacial moraine), the new Ohios under icecaps again, circling the world smoothly, almost silently. He says there are things he cannot say. He says expiate. His eyes fill up. He turns away. And this man with whom I am comfortable kayaks in the summer all over the world, in Alaska, the Aleutians, where Inuits since the Ice Age have hunted whales the size of submarines. And he has married a woman from Ohio, whom he loves smoothly, almost silently, more than he can say, even loving her name, Edith, a name that doesn’t sit well among popular women’s names, a name she herself doesn’t like, but one that he loves just because it is her name. I tell him he is the only man I know who can have his kayak and Edith too. Like a fish out of water, I tell him, like Onitsura’s haiku. He smiles, says sometimes he flips his kayak deliberately over and over in the Bay of Fundy, turning the fragmented world on its axis again and again, smoothly, almost silently, world into water, water into shimmering light.

Weekly Poem comes via my friend Janet who, in turn gets them from Alison McGhee who curates and gathers these beautiful word sculptures.

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Poem of the Week from my friend Janet: Help by Arthur Vogelsang

Lay down beside me I signaled to my wolf

Three pats of the sofa in the early morn

Then two pats of the heart to say why.

He did it silently, no reply when one does

What’s to do. I must rest my hand on you

For a while for the usual reasons. This

Is easy to say between wolves or wolves and people

And difficult between people. For instance

A person might not want to absorb by touch another’s pain

Then. The wolf loves to. The person might say

Oh all right, but clearly a burden to ease another’s pain.

If you keep a wolf, there isn’t much more they do

But they are specially good at it

Like the surf loves to be splashed with a whole bottle of poison water,

Try that and see if the waves don’t turn over embracing without end,

Try that and see if you can find any poison after two seconds,

Or slowly slide your fingers through the first layer

Of your wolf’s coat to the second layer and move fingers

Head to tail, tail to head, slower than slowly.

Anything could have happened to you yesterday

And you’d soon be okay. But first get a wolf.

Thanks to Alison McGhee for her weekly curation of these wonderful poems.

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The Trouble With Islam Today: A Wake-up Call For Honesty and Change by Irshad Manji: Book Review

I put Irshad Manji’s The Trouble with Islam Today: A Wake-up Call for Honesty and Change on this year’s reading list because I was inspired by the life story of Ayaan Hirsi Ali which she wrote about in Infidel.  I should also mention that non-fiction is new territory for me and non-fiction that navigates its way through the historic complexities of Islam, is even more foreign. Let’s just say I’m treading less confidently in this review than I normally would be.

Irshad Manji is a muslim Canadian journalist. Her journey starts as a child when she questions the imams at her local madressa about points of history in Muslim teaching and doctrine. Her young experience of the world and her keen questioning intellect put her at odds with her religion from an early age but not nearly as much as being a queer muslim does.

Her inquiry into Islam starts with the personal and then moves into the larger historical context from the beginning of Islam to its polyglot hey dey, where it remained open to ideas and was inclusive,  something which she vehemently believes to be the opposite of what Islam is today.

While Manji offers quite a bit of historic/religious/political detail to make her point (none of which I can comment on because I simply don’t have that knowledge base), it’s clear that she believes that it is people/clerics and imams who have made wrongful choices against the spirit of the true Islam.

“…and that’s when he discovered  how dogs, women and Jews have been scurrilously linked as lesser beings, not by Prophet Muhammad, who apparently thought highly enough of dogs to pray in their presence, but by later intellects. Like the construct of Sharia law, the vilification of dogs (and Jews and women), has been a choice. God didn’t chose it, a bunch of godfathers did. Plenty of us buy into parts of their system, but we don’t have to swallow any of it. El Fadls and his wife, Grace have adopted three stray canines – on of them black. On top of that, Grace often leads the family prayer. Exercising ijtihad impels them to put the creator’s lover over man’s laws.”

She also argues that Islam was forged in the desert by Arabian tribalism and that the traditions that grew out of that experience are unique to those conditions alone if at all anymore. For example, the abaya may make sense in a desert but not anywhere else and certainly not now.

“Veils protect women from sand and heat – not exactly a pressing practical concern beyond Arabia, Saharan Africa and the Australian outback….to parrot the desert peoples in clothing, in language or in prayer is not necessarily to follow the universal God…These myths have turned non-Arab Muslims into clients of their Arab masters – patrons who must buy what’s being sold to them  in the name of Islamic “enlightenment”.

All in all this is an interesting read. It doesn’t have the same kind of emotional resonance for me that Ayaan’s Infidel had which was a very personal journey into political awakening. Also, I’m not crazy about Manji’s writing style which feels at times like she’s screaming – it makes me feel like I  am getting only one point of view. There is nothing wrong with that. The world needs Irshad Manjis to bring difficult topics to the table and there is no question that she does. But there were some points raised, particularly in regards to Palestine and Israel, that made me want to hear more from the other side.

She also ends the book with a blueprint for moving forward. I have to admit I admire her chutzpah for making her way through this religious/historic maze but as she says “I don’t care to ‘know my place.” Her blueprint begins with the acknowledgement of the Prophet’s first wife, Khadija, a woman who was 15 years his senior and a well-respected business woman. She posits that business and women have a rightful place in Islam. Through international efforts and micro-finance lending bodies such as the Grameen Bank which was developed by the Nobel Prize Winning Muhammad Yunus, would be instrumental in bringing about fundamental change for women.

Irshad Manji’s voice rings loud and clear in this book and the fact that it has been translated into 30 different languages says that there is a big audience for this topic.

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YouTube: I’m reading a book – Julian Smith

This is just awesome.

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