Good Meat — Tasty since 2006

Good Meat

“Dani Couture’s first poetry collection Good Meat, explores a world of inescapable shared physicality: “unable to tell / what difference between animal and woman, steel cuts both / with the same blind instinct. Couture’s observational free verse poems are precise, taut with meaning, and quietly filled with curiosities of fact and phrase that may prompt scurrying to reference materials (Really? The whale exploded? In downtown traffic?). Her symbols reveal owners via their objects, and consider both owners and objects through the thematic proscenium of meat. Vignettes of hunting, travel, family, intimacy, and appetite suggest the skills needed to survive them: “if only someone had cared enough / to teach me how to filet what’s offered / to the size of my hunger. In Good Meat, flesh is the site of self, a source of nourishment, and a host to disease. It comforts and challenges, grows and decays.”

–Books in Canada

For your own personal serving, you can order Good Meat from your favourite local bookstore. My suggestions for the Toronto area are This Ain’t the Rosedale Library, Pages Books, the Toronto Women’s Bookstore and The U of T Bookstore.

To order a copy online:

Good Meat at The League of Canadian Poets Poetry Bookstore
Good Meat at Amazon.com
Good Meat at Amazon.ca
Good Meat at Chapters

Or contact me.

Go, go, Gadzooks!

Lisa Young profiles poets a.rawlings, Paul Vermeersch, and myself in the latest issue of Gadzooks!, an online magazine.

Gadzooks!

What do you get a ten-year-old for his birthday?

It’s the I.V. Lounge Reading Series’ 10th anniversary today. Pull out your foil party hats and loot bags!

Readers:

Jim Johnstone, Paul Vermeersch, Colin Carberry, Karen Press, Rick Crilly, Jacob Scheier, Adrienne Weiss, Rabea Murtaza, John McFetridge and myself.

The I.V. Lounge Reading Series has been running from 1998 - 2008 and still going strong, featuring emerging and established writers, poets and fiction writers.

The Captains of the I.V. Lounge

The captains, past and present, of the I.V. Lounge Reading Series: Alex Boyd and Paul Vermeersch.

(Photo: Dani Couture)

Open Book Toronto also posted photos from the evening.

Exile’s Inaugural 2008 Launch and Readings

Exile Launch Poster

Tuesday, March 25
7:15 pm
Dora Keogh Irish Pub, 141 Danforth Ave., Toronto, Ontario

The headline event for the evening will feature readings from Exile’s new “The Selected Gwendolyn MacEwan” to be performed by Meaghan Strimas, Zoe Garnett and Rosemary Sullivan as three voices for different periods of poetry, prose and drama excellence.

First round readings will be given by Exile Quarterly authors Ailsa Kay, Christopher Adamson, Dani Couture and 2007 Journey Prize 19 selectee Rebecca Rosenblum.

Update: Photos from the evening

(Photos by Julie Wilson)

Rebecca Rosenblum

Rebecca Rosenblum

Dani Couture

Dani Couture

Exile Quarterly

Exile Quarterly

Dani Couture

Dani Couture

Rosemary Sullivan

Rosemary Sullivan

Open Book Toronto Photos: IV Lounge

“On March 7, Julie Wilson, Peter Richardson (Sympathy for the Couriers) and Steve Venright (Floors of Enduring Beauty) read at the IV lounge reading series in Toronto. Photographer Lisa Myers was there to take pictures of the evening for Open Book.”

–Open Book Toronto

Check out Lisa Myers great photos of the evening here.

Ringolo Snow Art

Brenda Schmidt, writer, painter, birdwatcher, bog walker, author of A Haunting Sun (2001), More Than Three Feet of Ice (2005), and Cantos from Wolverine Creek (forthcoming in April 2008), riffs on my Ringolo Snow Art.

Introducing, my Ringolo Snow Art installation: The Jan. 2008 Dorset Edition

(Photos by Julie Wilson)

Ringolo Snow Man Plugs

Ringolo Snowman Plugs

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One Ringolo Snowman Dale Chihuly

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The Face of the Killer

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The incident caught on film

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Ringolo Snowman Franken-Plugs

Downsizing: One Pot Living

Have you ever lived in a small space? Maybe a sunroom? A back porch? Attic space? Barracks? A bachelor apartment in downtown Toronto? Well, I invite you to (virtually) visit my shoebox.

“If I had a parking spot now, I might set it up as a dining room, wedged between the Caprice in space 17 and the Jeep in space 19. Be careful not to back into my best china.”

Welcome to my shoebox
Globe and Mail, Feb. 27, 2008

Dates, Facts, Arguments and Exile

For those of you who don’t read the last pages or lines first like I do, I’ll let you know right now that there’s a sandwich recipe at the end of this post.

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On Feb. 27, you can read my essay “One pot living” in the Facts and Arguments Section of the Globe and Mail.

On March 25, you can listen to me read at Exile’s launch at the Dora Keogh (141 Danforth Ave., Toronto). 7:15 pm. Other lovely readers include Meaghan Strimas, Zoe Garnett, Rosemary Sullivan, Ailsa Kay, Christopher Adamson and Rebecca Rosenblum.

On March 25, you can read my suite of seven poems in the latest issue of Exile Quarterly.

On May 9, you can listen to me read at the I.V. Lounge. More details to come.

On Feb. 19, today, I’ll give you a recipe for a sandwich, my favorite: Boil a sweet potato. Not too soft. Slice it into thin rounds. Bake the rounds in the oven. Cool. Get two pieces of hunters’ style rye bread. Add a layer of creamy cucumber salad dressing, alfalfa sprouts and two thick slices of ripe tomato. Now layer the rounds of roasted sweet potato. Press your large and lovely sandwich together. Cut. Enjoy. Wipe your mouth. Enjoy some more.

Seen Reading: It looks good on you

Taddle Creek 10th Anniversary, The Gladstone Hotel

“Caucasian woman, late 20s, wearing all black…” (read more)

Still want more? Check out my favorite Seen Reading entry. Oh, and how about just one more.

The political role of the Orsini family from Sixtus IV to Clement VII…or How to make melon hats…and eat them

October 29, 2006, was the launch for “Good Meat” (Pedlar Press). The following photo essay was displayed to the thousands on hand for the event. *Thousands*. Okay, maybe not thousands. But there was a pumpkin.

P.S. *This* is what happens when I’m left alone for any amount of time.

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