I was humbled, tickled, etc., to be invited to read at a salon with Marcus McCann at the home of Pearl & Brian Pirie. Pearl wrote up the event & posted some photos over at her blog, here. The motive for the event was Marcus, a damn good poet, was passing through town, and well, we don’t get to see enough of him. Last time I heard him read in Ottawa was for the launch of Labradoodle at least a year or two ago. This was an informal opportunity to hear what he’s been up, get some new poems outta him, and hear rob mclennan talk about his baby 😉
Photographed there with yours truly is “Only White Men Shake Hands On The Dance Floor,” which is half the sequel to my previous two chapbooks with Justin Million. Leave a comment below with your address and I’ll send you a copy.
Today, December 3, 2014, in response to the Province of Ontario’s guidelines for physical education in primary education, I declare that my rights are attached to my body, my spirit, my mind, and my hustle. For recreational and educational use of the forgoing my explicit consent is required at all times. Those reading this text can recite it in Mr. Della Rossa’s, Mr. Orr, and Mr. Bevilaqua’s P.E. classes as well. This will allow them to place themselves under the protections of Provincial Law, and to not have to set up the volleyball nets. By this release, I tell Ms. Gosling that it is strictly forbidden to attack, dink, double quick, hit, pancake, roof, spike, stuff, or take any other action against me on the basis of my tendency to flee even the softest serve. The actions mentioned above equally apply to teachers, substitute-teachers, student teachers, students and especially Marcus Adler. Also, the contents of my gym bag includes private information.