I signed and published it on Facebook.
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> On 1 Mar 2020, at 2:21 pm, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> I have too. Deeply sorry to hear of this loss.
>
>> On Sat, Feb 29, 2020, 9:29 PM Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> Thanks Tina,
>> I have now signed and hope the petition achieves its purpose. I was
>> always so glad I did get to meet Lawrence in person as well as on
>> line.
>>
>> Best,Jill
>> ___________________________________________Jill Jones
>> Latest books:A History Of What I'll Become,
>> UWAP.
>> https://uwap.uwa.edu.au/collections/poetry/products/a-history-of-what-ill-become
>> Viva the Real, UQP.Shortlisted for 2019 Prime Minister's Literary
>> Awards and 2020 John Bray Poetry Award
>> https://www.uqp.uq.edu.au/Book.aspx/1473/Viva%20the%20Real
>> Jill on Twitter
>> https://twitter.com/_jill_jones
>> I acknowledge the Kaurna people, traditional custodians and songmakers
>> of the land on which I live. Sovereignty was never ceded.
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics"
>> To:
>> Cc:
>> Sent:Fri, 28 Feb 2020 23:15:31 +0000
>> Subject:Re: Vancouver Lights
>>
>> Apologies for interrupting as I have not been here for a long time.
>> For those that have not heard, Lawrence Upton is dead. I have not got
>> the energy to provide details but if you have energy there is a
>> petition in place to preserve his works.
>>
>> Please sign if you are so inclined
>>
>> t
>>
>> https://t.co/IaH75uy0fk?amp=1
>>
>> Sent from my iPad
>>
>> On 28 Feb 2020, at 23:02, Douglas Barbour wrote:
>>
>> I’m thinking I’ll try to send a poem by an older poet out each
>> week. This is by Canadian poet, Earle irony, originally written in
>> 1941, then changed typographically for a 1977 volume of his poems, It
>> seems even more relevant today:
>>
>> Vancouver Lights
>>
>> Earle Birney
>> From: Fall by Fury. Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 1977. With
>> permission of the Estate of Earle Birney.
>>
>> About me the night moonless wimples the mountains
>> wraps ocean land air and mounting
>> sucks at the stars The city throbbing below
>> webs the sable peninsula The golden
>> strands overleap the seajet by bridge and buoy
>> vault the shears of the inlet climb the woods
>> toward me falter and halt Across to the firefly
>> haze of a ship on the gulps erased horizon
>> roll the lambent spokes of a lighthouse
>>
>> Through the feckless years we have come to the time
>> when to look on this quilt of lamps is a troubling delight
>> Welling from Europe's bog through Africa flowing
>> and Asia drowning the lonely lumes on the oceans
>> tiding up over Halifax now to this winking
>> outpost comes flooding the primal ink
>>
>> On this mountain's brutish forehead with terror of space
>> I stir of the changeless night and the stark ranges
>> of nothing pulsing down from beyond and between
>> the fragile planets We are a spark beleaguered
>> by darkness this twinkle we make in a corner of emptiness
>> how shall we utter our fear that the black Experimentress
>> will never in the range of her microscope find it? Our Phoebus
>> himself is a bubble that dries on Her slide while the Nubian
>> wears for an evening's whim a necklace of nebulae
>>
>> Yet we must speak we the unique glowworms
>> Out of the waters and rocks of our little world
>> we conjured these flames hooped these sparks
>> by our will From blankness and cold we fashioned stars
>> to our size and signalled Aldebaran
>> This must we say whoever may be to hear us
>> if murk devour and none weave again in gossamer:
>>
>> These rays were ours
>> we made and unmade them Not the shudder of continents
>> doused us the moon's passion nor crash of comets
>> In the fathomless heat of our dwarfdom our dream's combustion
>> we contrived the power the blast that snuffed us
>> No one bound Prometheus Himself he chained
>> and consumed his own bright liver O stranger
>> Plutonian descendant or beast in the stretching night--
>> there was light
>>
>> 1941
>>
>> Douglas Barbour
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>> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations &
>> Continuations 2 (UofAPress).
>> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
>> Listen. If (UofAPress):
>>
>> Done in by creation itself.
>>
>> I mean the gods Not us. Well us too.
>> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
>> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
>>
>> Robert Kroetsch
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