Good news: after some struggling with InDesign CS3 (did you know they’re already up to CS5 now?), the online PDF version of In/Words 11.1 is finally available! Click the image or right-click and “save link as.”
And tune into CKCU 93.1 FM tonight around 6:30 to hear clips from jesslyn delia’s In/Words reading plus poems from open mics around Ottawa and music from Delia Murphy and the Junos!
In/Words community members and other Carleton students have been taking Rick Taylor’s laid back summer fiction workshop for over a decade–some of us twice! You should check it out too. Click the poster to view the .doc file.
Join the In/Words community On Wednesday March 28 at 9PM in the basement of the Clocktower Brewpub (on Bank and Isabella) for our famous open mic set and this month’s featured reader: jesslyn delia smith! jesslyn is a recent Carleton graduate and is a living and long, long time member of the In/Words community. She has put out three chapbooks with In/Words Magazine & Press, was recently a featured reader at the “SPAN-O” reading series, and was the subject of an excellent survey and review published in Apartment 613.
There will be issues of In/Words 11.1 on hand, copies of The Moose & Pussy‘s new CD anthology Codename: ORAL, copies of jesslyn’s chapbooks as well as prizes for the top three open mic readers!
We’ll also be posting the online version of In/Words 11.1 tomorrow, an issue which features two terrific poems from jesslyn. If you can’t wait ’til tomorrow, check out her poem “even when i want.”
We received this theatrical letter three days ago from a reader’s Blackberry device:
Hello!
I wanted to tell you that this morning I am prayi
ng words of thanks for In/Words.
The scene: a dingy “medical” clinic I thought might actually be a front for organ harvesting in Ottawa’s Carlington neighborhood.
I had come to find out whether I’ll have to give up cheese.
What I thought would be a simple blood test turned into 2.5 hrs of blood tests every half hour, on the half hour.
I was handed a stack of ” In Touch” and “OK” magazines for the long periods of waiting in beige in between. There aren’t even any models in those effing things! Just bloated celebrities wearing suspect shades.
So this morning I am praising my Creator that I had a (mostly) unread issue of In/Words in my backpack when I arrived at the scene of my certain demise.
Thank you!!!!!
Good news!
It has been confirmed that Carleton University students won’t have to pay the $10 admission free to the launch of our new issue at VERSeFest as long as they present a valid campus card. These tickets are available on a first-come, first-served basis.
Thanks to the English Literature Society and the English Dept!
From: Dust in the water by Mark Sokolowski (In/Words, 2009)
The Country South of Belleville
see this as a vein: the king’s highway, red spat route strung, thru Ontario
cars trucks pumpt thru to Windsor, Toronto, Kingston, the highwaymen always
hiding the blood & keeping surfaces grey & smooth (man woman & child, late nite back
to London, rainswept tarmac, truck they never saw coming
from greyed veins
go to the organs, the places fed, by blood & vine, find the homes, the people,
the poets that lived, there on the shoulders of the Great Lake, there a part of Ontario,
Prince’s County, “God’s country” the grape grower calls it, as if there is god
& he can live like a vine, boots planted in limestone, on a hill, lakewind
sweeping rain away from grapefields, blessing the old,
“fruitbaskets of Ontario,:
old canning towns, now backed by Midtown Meats,
the mushroom & cement plants, the Frenchmen & women flooding sandbanks the wave
spilling greenbacked into Picton (all summer Marcel makes lefthand turns into grocery
store lots & stops just waits, “seen it happen twice last week, fuckers, cant wait
till fall,” & death when the snow comes,
& the ebb, no more income for seasonal shops,
& the island, the County, slips locks onto its bridges, cuts traffic from Deseronto,
Trenton, Belleville, pass the same, money from hand to hand, everything changing
outside, within, Al Purdy’s house up for sale, cattle herded to barns to drink,
the trough water sheltered, the wind quieted by walls.
