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almost daily report from DOXA 2018... indolent Spinster variety.




Here is my report i meant to do yesterday (well i filmed it yesterday after seeing the movie, but went to work right after, then kitty cat took up my attentions after work.. so here it is now, I saw one movie yesterday at DOXA: Mr. Gay Syria....


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The Indolent Spinster Almost Daily Report #1 (from DOXA)

I am trying a new thing. As I have a pass to DOXA the documentary film festival that i worked at last year and the year before, as well as having been on the screening committee this year and last... I thought I would do what i failed to do last year which was make a video blog report as often as i could, talking about the films i see, and my experience of the festival.

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here's the DOXA link. the film is playing again (and already sold out, but you can go early and get in the 'rush 'line) Tuesday the 8th
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here's my kind of dopey after the film thoughts.

Indolent spinster weekly Report #6

This week's Indolent spinster Report has been hijacked by a poem i wrote 23 years ago, inspired by the Late great gord Downie of the Tragically Hip, my friend Andrew Davidson, and a third writer, Hugh MacLennan, who you may also have heard of, who inspired me, andrew and Gord very much with his definition of Courage.

photo of Gord from CBC

COURAGE {for andrew, gord, & hugh.}
lonelier than never                  within  my neck     my throat       choke words             hard             suicidally so.
I am weary bleary and toothless.
In every mirror          I see hopeless                soft fat breath.   
And wetness.
Then      somehow thick white blood re:routes                   an                   other path into my chest    and the shit melts in   closely shaved rhythms                     or smiles                     songs slither    as delicate     as though    I had swallowed a rose.
My breath is filled               with words and fear                              and                            …