Sunday, April 27, 2008

in love with love and lousy poetry

A week can make an incredible difference sometimes. But the remnants of winter are still a little too evident for my liking, even if the Spousal Unit thinks that it's fine to don shorts when the yard is still buried in snow.

You don't want to look at photos of us suffering through this non-spring, so instead I am going to direct you to more seasonal destinations, where you can check out my latest handiwork while you shake your head at my utterly shameless self-promotion.

Over at the Spring Reading Challenge, I have posted a review of Moscow 2042 by Vladimir Voinovich. It's a searingly funny political and social satire.

And over at albertaviews, which is the newly minted blog of the award winning Alberta Views magazine, I have publicity humiliated myself with an ill-advised stab at poetry. An ode nonetheless.

The Alberta Views blog has begun hosting monthly challenges. When I was asked if I would like to submit something in response to the challenges, I was too tickled to properly consider the implications of revealing to the world just what a shit-awful poet I am. But now it's out there, and obviously I must have some masochistic tendencies, if I am now inviting you to read for yourself and laugh at the unintentional hilarity of my stab at poetry.

Or perhaps you will just cringe uncomfortably and pass over to the other side of the street when you see me coming. Either way,
I have a feeling I will live to regret this.

But before you go, listen to these musical finds, as promised:

You Love Me - DeVotchKa
How It Ends - DeVotchKa
On the Bus Mall - Colin Meloy
Wonder - Colin Meloy

Dirty Water - the Jesus and Mary Chain


Allison said...

I cannot tell you how big my smile is that you managed to include a Radiohead reference! :-)

My favourite line though was "rice paddy hats announce we’ve been places..."

Well done!

(on and unrelated note - your word verification seems to be getting harder, or perhaps my eyes are going)

tweetey30 said...

Just thought I would pop over from the reading challenge and say howdy. Its cooler here too in WI. no snow but still not real warm either yet... Nice blog. My main ones nbrsspot. The other one is my crafting blog where I sell my afghans....

Barbara Bruederlin said...

hahaha! I am so relieved you are still talking to me after reading my bloody awful attempt at poetry, Al. You are too kind. (And you know you have an addiction problem when you find a way to work Radiohead into an ode.)
Blogger is making me nuts! They "upgraded" the other day and changed the wv so that it is next to impossible to decipher - takes me 3-5 tries, no kidding.

How nice to talk to you outside of the Reading Challenge setting, Tweetey30. We finally had some nice warm weather this weekend, but it's going to take a while to get rid of all the snow we got last weekend. Crazy!
You sell afghans? Awesome!

Anonymous said...

Dang Barb, I don't know why you think you're a shit poet. I can say with absolute certainty that it's not just the pain pills that are giving me warm sensations of summer time on the prairie with awesome music rich on the breeze and spirited cameraderie abound. Great visualizations, I simply adore your work.

Rock on & smoochies!

bloody awful poetry said...

Are you for real? Those word verifications are murder these days. The one I have now verifiable though.

Oooh mp3s! How It Ends is such a freaking gorgeous song.

And forget the poetry, you are a killer awesome blog updater, btw. Where the heck do you find the, uh, inspiration for blog posts?

(On another totally unrelated note, my blogger username was inspired by THAT particular lyric from The Smiths' Frankly Mr.Shankly.Partly because it IS true that I write bloody awful poetry.*grins*)

Joe said...

I liked the poem--you're a fine civic booster as well!

And, really, I like seeing the pictures of someone suffering through weather. It puts my own bitching in perspective.


Ode to Barb

Whoever knew of all your talents
You really keep us all off balance
Now go make some Gala Apple Bread
And listen to your Radiohead

PS Your spousal unit was not alone in his shorts. Driving around the neighbourhood this weekend I saw many a pasty figure in shorts.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

I've seen far worse poetry elsewhere. You'rs was actually very good, despite the gratuitous Radiohead reference. :)

Unknown said...

Nice poem. Certainly better than anything I could construct.

I love to walk out and get the morning paper with shorts and bare feet on snowy Sunday mornings (the only day of the week I don't have to hustle off to work).

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Mish, you are too sweet, but I think the painkillers are giving you more than warm and fuzzy visualizations. Don't worry though, I won't remind you of your rash words once you have recovered. Keep getting better!

I love your blogger name, BAP, one of my favourite Smiths' lyrics, and there are some dandies out there.
Aren't those wv insane lately? If they remain so absolutely indecipherable, it may curtail my blogging activity, which is simply a result of my having no real life anyway.

We must all pick our bitching sessions, Bubs. I generally have no weenie wavers to complain about, so. (Is it sad that I am a wee bit jealous?)

hahaha that's actually pretty awesome, Blondie! You should consider submitting something to the Alberta Views Challenge. At the very least, you can do no worse than I did.
And I have to admit, I was showing a bit of pasty leg yesterday as well.

Nothing gratuitous about Radiohead references, Dr M. Ever. But you must hang out at some pretty skeevy places if you have seen far worse poetry. I worry about you.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Sorry, missed you there, Busterp. Oh lord, I hope you don't have to go too far to get the paper!
But I appreciate the sweetness on the poem.

Beth said...

I loved your poem, Barbara.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You're too sweet, Beth, but a terrible liar.

BeckEye said...

Aw, going by your post title, I thought this was going to be a post about Tom Cruise.

Gifted Typist said...

Me thinks the Zombie is too modest with her poetry self-flagellation.

Gifted Typist said...

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Toccata said...

I howled when I came to that last line! Trust you to find a way to wriggle in Radiohead.

I'm with Allison on the word verification. It now is loopier than ever and they have incorporated an insidious bold not bold font. Agh! Unfortunately, everytime I make a new post lately, the first couple of comments are spam and I swear they are there as soon as I click publish. Word verification maybe hitting my place soon.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Ha, Beckeye! Is he a Weakerthans' fan then. I guess he has some redeeming qualities after all.

I don't think it's false modesty when reading it makes me cringe, Gifted, but I do have to admit it was rather fun to pen.
Oooh thanks for the comments on the Alberta Views blog!

Oh no, not you, too, Toccata, bloody spam bots!
But YES, it's the bold not bold part that is making me insane. I'm reaching for the deer rifle any time now.
Glad you liked how everything comes back to Radiohead.

Dale said...

You said it would be lousy and I was ready to revel in squirmy delight. Liar! Great job Barbara.