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djuana

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About Me

I'm a water baby - rivers, lakes, the oceans, streams, creeks, waterfalls, marshes, estuaries, swimming pools - even puddles...I am a bookaholic, a lover of the flesh made word. I write. I'm always thinking I should be living on some tiny island, but would I miss the city? Very married. I write...

My Interests

Music:

Feist, Rufus Wainwright, Martha Wainwright, Nirvana Unplugged, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Jane Siberry, Holly Cole, Sarah Harmer, Suzanne Vega, Tori Amos, Lou Reed, Tom Waits, David Gray, Jann Arden, Pigeonhole, Hejira, Bruce Cockburn,. Van Morrison, Once Blue, Gillian Welch, Lucinda Williams, Little Willies, David Bowie, Sinead O'Connor, Paul Simon, Lhasa, Beth Orton, Nathalie Merchant, Aimee Mann, Johnny Cash, Tragically Hip, Kate Bush Ohhhhhhhhhh – etc. etc. – many etc…

Movies:

Crash, Schultz gets the blues, Paris-Texas, Blackboards, I've Heard the Mermaids Singing, Margaret's Museum, Les bons débarras, Monster's Ball, Leaving Las Vegas, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, The Basketball Diaries, Woman in Love, The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz, Dead Man, Gaz Bar Blues, La Grande Seduction, Under a Volcano, etc...

Books:

Fiction: Nightwood by Djuna Barnes, Anything at all by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Books by Russell Hoban, The Alexandrian Quartet by Laurence Durrell, Headhunter by Timothy Findley, The Martha Quest Series by Doris Lessing, The Bone People by Keri Hulme, The Hopeful Monsters series by Nicholas Mosley, Books by Franz Kafka, etc…/// Poets:John Amen, Phyllis Webb, Phil Hall, Charles Simic, Anne Sexton, Anne Simpson, Erin Moure, Louise Gluck, Spencer Reece, Nicole Brossard, Leonard Cohen, Irving Layton, Medbh McGuckian, Margaret Atwood, Jill Chan, Franz Wright, John Thompson, Paul Auster, Elizabeth Bishop, Rumi, John Newlove, etc…/// Other: Annie Dillard, James Hillman, Carl Jung, Michel Foucault, Anais Nin (sort of), Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter, Heidegger, Albert Camus, ohhhhhhhhhh – once again many etc for the whole list -

Heroes:

People with big hearts not afraid to tell it contrary; artists, artists, artists; men and women who know how to love men and women; my Love because he knows how...

My Blog

Walk

My hands in my hair, you looking at how alive I've suddenly become, how challenging. Dog trotting across the path, every scent in the park salivating, shade from the slant trees majestic, the next st...
Posted by djuana on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 01:11:00 PST

Slippery

Maybe wind sown up inside a blank heart  maybe the canter of a sleek show horse  maybe now & then sticking to the point  maybe.   I walked in the alley behind my house today. All these sc...
Posted by djuana on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 01:06:00 PST

They tell me that that strip mall is built on an Aboriginal burial ground

My mythical house in its health of manmade debris goes into lockdown should I mention the way being here is a throwback to years of crawling, magical thinking.   6 layers of skirt in an Elizabet...
Posted by djuana on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:40:00 PST

Rooms For Crooked Music

1rst   Calculating spirit, colour of golden sums, numbering each & each in drawn out order.   Frederick Nietzsche with a prelude in rhymes reading collusions as signs of recurrenc...
Posted by djuana on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 06:54:00 PST

When I get to the fork in the road, its leavening frost...

A careful triage of italic moments lost in bonding. We carry our worn-out indifference to the curb, recycle the heartbreak.   Eye & I & eye again  the looking without seeing, caught in ...
Posted by djuana on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:28:00 PST

On hoping Leonard Cohens not a fraud (for d.d.)

There's a greeting card in your bathroom. No one wants to read it. Tomorrow, or maybe a little later today, I'll take pains to talk in tongues to my nebulous allies.   I love god  I do, with no...
Posted by djuana on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 10:29:00 PST

I need a bunch of new names

  ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------   Edgy sketch...     a wind came up in a loose tree we w...
Posted by djuana on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 12:03:00 PST

Rocket science

The tree's almost drained. The day, that hanger-on, separating branches. I walk in rust leaves, a little alarmed to see marigolds, still in bloom, poking through.   My battery radio by the bed'...
Posted by djuana on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 02:26:00 PST

You cant corral, keep constant the clear

If you make a pile of your histories like a heaping of worn clothes & you pull the threads on some of them & they unravel without asking  with others make a diplomacy of the grit in the stron...
Posted by djuana on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 05:48:00 PST

Sun

I imagine it alive making everything look dead & this with the glint in a young girl's eye never disappearing.   See how the slipper, not glass, shines in the middle of the night. People loo...
Posted by djuana on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:02:00 PST