Thursday, July 28, 2011
Citizenship Study Misguide
As I point out in my comment to the article, the arts are as underemphasized as the military is over-emphasized in the guide – on the one page dealing with Canadian culture, some literary names are mentioned, but all those pictured on the page are sports figures. The only performing artists pictured in the whole guide are an anonymous Prince Edward Island fiddler, and in another small picture, a bagpiper and congo drummer in an open-air market. There is one poem quoted in full in the guide: John McRae's simultaneously magnificent and sanctimonious elegy, "In Flander's Fields". Plus, of course, our National Anthem and God Save the Queen.
Consider the cover of the guide: two pudgy Canadians paddling on the Rideau Canal with the Parliament Buildings behind them, who, in their identical red life jackets and yellow baseball caps, bring to mind the Mackenzie brothers. Other images: the Canadarm (yup! always of service to our big neighbors to the south), a bemedalled veteran, a moose, tulips in front of the parliament buildings, a maple leaf, an altar piece bearing a crucifix (National Assembly of Quebec? not sure here).
As if that’s not enough, the Conservative government has also beefed up the presence of the military in the citizenship ceremony, with members of the military seated on the platform with the presiding judge, standing in the receiving line congratulating the new citizens, even giving a two to three-minute speech.
Overall, the portrayal of our culture in the Guide is not only out-and-out militaristic, but almost unendurably bland…and gives the lie to the Canada I know well.
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Canadian Election
Some foregone conclusions: expect no action on environment, wasted money on jets and jails, permanent consolidation of the corporate right as the Cons continue to cut corporate taxes, stock the Supreme Court with their own and kneecap other parties by eliminating their per-vote election subsidy. The CBC and Canada Council are, of course, vulnerable to similar crippling... expect widening holes in our social security net and economic inequalities -- and their related social ills -- to intensify.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Starting the year with a bang...
Friday, January 22, 2010
Free For All
Now politicians will truly be bought as never before; to paraphrase one wag, some post office box in the Cayman Islands suddenly has vocal chords loud enough to outshout any citizen's coalition.
It's a sad commentary that here in Canada the CBC National treated this breathtaking development as one of its faits divers in the middle of its program.
To read more about this decision and its implications, check out this report and this column on Huff Post.
Obama and others vow to enact legislation to counteract it, but, as this article argues, it will be very hard to do.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Fine Words
I'm sadly reminded of G.I. Gurgieff's description of modern civilization as "based on violence and slavery and fine words." Also what Tariq Ali said about Obama at the Blue Met last April: “Unfortunately, if you wear Caesar’s robes and put on Caesar’s crown, you have to act like Caesar. The previous one was like Caligula. This one is more like Claudius.”
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Seeing red
In case you missed it, here's Jon Stewart fleecing the onion skins off her + CNN et al. (For those of you outside Canada, it's Nov. 18, 2009 Clip 1 on the Daily Show site accessible to you.) I think he truly nails it here. Classic Daily Show.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
THE OBAMA WATCH... trenchant observations from Krugman
March 20, 2009, 9:05 am
AIG
Preliminary thoughts on the tax bill:
1. It’s not the way you should make policy — it’s clumsy, and it will punish some innocent parties while letting the most guilty off scot-free
2. But — there wasn’t much alternative at this point. And for that I blame the Obama people.
I’ll leave to others the question of who knew or should have known that the bonus firestorm was coming; but it’s part of a pattern. At every stage, Geithner et al have made it clear that they still have faith in the people who created the financial crisis — that they believe that all we have is a liquidity crisis that can be undone with a bit of financial engineering, that “governments do a bad job of running banks” (as opposed, presumably, to the wonderful job the private bankers have done), that financial bailouts and guarantees should come with no strings attached.
This was bad analysis, bad policy, and terrible politics. This administration, elected on the promise of change, has already managed, in an astonishingly short time, to create the impression that it’s owned by the wheeler-dealers. And that leaves it with no ability to counter crude populism.Tuesday, January 20, 2009
MY "INAUGURAL" POEM
On the day after his election, I wrote this poem, my first -- and perhaps last -- political polemic. I figured Now Is The Time (to echo the President Elect, and in turn, MLK) to post it. Some notes follow.
I raise a glass to my TV screens, to this liquid digital on which I draft, this e-waste gold beneath my fingertips. Tinctures appear on the horizon, glints, facets…
…to this man of fine feature and earthen skin, whose name breathes Africa, whose breath is fragrant with the smoke and spices of Nyang’oma Kogelo, Wichita, Honolulu, Jakarta, New York, Boston, Chicago. At last, one of all of us! Intelligent, pensive, poised & sure … who speaks poetry, who knows the nuances of law.
May he truly listen!
May our ravening need be appeased!
May we stop melting our polar ice caps!
May we wrestle our economy from the reckless rich and return it to the people!
May health care be guaranteed for every citizen!
May war criminals be brought to justice!
May extraordinary renditions be canceled by this rendition!
May the guns that bristle at him not fire!
Now, may the real work begin.
– Nov. 5, 2008
What exultation, that day! Although polls and pundits had forecast the results, almost no-one could really believe it would happen until it happened. And I think the whole planet was taken by surprise, by the power of the psychic sea-change. (At least those in the position to take notice at all.)
Credit should go where it is due: A number of the invocations (from polar ice caps to justice, to be exact) are drawn from “Pinch Me”, an article by Michael Moore that appeared that same morning on michaelmoore.com
Frankly, I was very tempted to include this poem -- or rather, a previous version of it -- in my forthcoming collection, Passenger Flight. Something in me rues the fact that I chose not to. Political poems, though, have a short shelf life; by the time the book is published, it could well be dated or contradicted and make me look and feel pretty foolish -- although millions of people would share in that feeling.
I have every confidence that Barack Obama will be a great President. But, he could disappoint. Even at the time, I had this line, second to the end:
May bunker bombs emblazoned with Obama not fall on families in Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran!
I felt truly uneasy about his hawkish pronouncements RE those countries during that campaign, although tactically, during that campaign, they were pre-emptive of Republican scare mongering should there have have been a terrorist attack. Like Michael Moore, I hope that this is a strategic campaign promise that is deliberately discarded as soon as it's convenient.
That line I've left aside because, well, it doesn't suit this day; besides it runs counter to the emotional thrust of the poem.
More later... the inauguration is about to begin.
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I enjoyed Alexander's poem -- dignified it was, and lyrical -- although the response to her concentrated metaphors was understandably subdued. Perhaps the audience had taken in enough with Obama's inaugural speech, which had just preceded it. Some lines from the poem: "In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made. Any sentence begun, on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp. Praise song for walking forward in that light."
Rev. Joseph E. Lowry, the old civil rights activist who followed her with the Benediction, got a greater rise when he broke into an unexpected, playful rap poetry of his own: "Lord...we ask you to help us pray for that day when black will not be asked to give back, when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead man, and when white will embrace what is right." That brought a smile to everyone's face, including, notably, Obama's.
... back to my own poem. In a way I'm glad I'm not including it in my collection. Part of the problem with it is not just the sloganeering -- which irks me as much as it gave me pleasure to do -- but that I write as if I were American. Clearly I'm not. Obama is not our leader, and it is not exactly our economy; here we have universal health care. Appropriating Michael Moore's words was frankly an act of desperation, to finish what I had begun. But that I could write that way, and that the poem has been well received by a couple of (of course, small) Canadian poetry audiences and poet friends, reflects how we in what Jon Stewart has called "that weird sidecar of a country" identify with that charismatic colossus south of our border.
Much of the darkness in my book -- the focus on suicide bombings, the culture of surveillance, torture at Abu Graib, the decadence of the ultra rich -- was particularly pertinent during the dire Bush years, when all but one or two of the prose poems were written. It would be good to include, near the end of the book, something like this poem, to indicate, perhaps, that a page has been turned. But I believe it will take time to find language and a tack to authentically express my response as an international citizen.
George Elliott Clarke, who was kind enough to write an excellent blurb for my book, said to me the other day, "Politicians campaign in poetry, but they govern in prose." Now that the poetry's done, I feel the opportunity to celebrate the victory has already waned. It seems wisest to wait and see how the prose unfolds.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Michael Moore
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
President-Elect Barack Obama in Chicago
For the text of this remarkable speech, here's a link. Clearly, its high point is his narration of the life of Ann Nixon Cooper, the 106-year-old Atlanta black woman who voted that day -- and whose life encapsulates all the changes wrought over the last century, in particular the struggle of blacks and of women in America. Barack or his speechwriters came up with a stroke of genius with that one. Americans elected a friend to poetry last night. The world is better for it. Now, as has been said by many, the real work begins.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Noam Chomsky on Religious Fanaticism
Friday, October 24, 2008
BAD NEWS FOR CANADIAN BOOK PUBLISHERS
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
... yet another Minority "majoritaire"...
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Cultural storms
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Les coupures tuent la culture...
Protests against Prime Minister Harper's cultural cuts have made a much bigger splash in Quebec than the rest of Canada. Here the widespread unpopularity of those measures may just cause him to lose the province in the next election -- and hopefully, his chances at forming a majority government. Here's a video put on by famed singer-songwriter Michel Rivard which has had, by some estimates, some 500,000 viewers in the province.
I purloined this explanation from acidrefluxweb, who went through the trouble of making it. Says he:
Even if you don’t speak French, you should watch this as it’s very funny and mostly in English. I’ll guide you through it, especially if you are American as this is about Canadian politics.
Our Bush-worshiping Prime Minister, who we call shrub, i.e. a small bush, recently cut funding to arts and culture because it was for all those evil lefty folks. He forgot though that the impact in Quebec would be huge, as they depend on this for their own arts and culture, which is not only for more rich than English Canada's, but plays also huge role in maintaining identity.
Now in French, the word for seal is phoque. It is pronounced as fuck. So the arts people are scandalized by [Rivard's] first song so he says he will sing something else. In the song is petit, but in Quebec it is often pronounced as p’tit.
So once again the bureaucrats are freaked out because the think he’s singing about tits, and their conservative political masters would be very upset.
The rest you can figure out. 85% of the video is in English, & it’s very funny.

