By J. Savage, Contributor
Place: A wilderness to which history has happened[1]
Graveyards: A good concept with poor spatial execution.[2]
Chinatown, New Westminster: Burnt down, now a dog park.[3]
Font: Hard for four people to agree upon.[4]
Woman: A born criminal, more terrible than any man.[5]
Stars: Beautiful, even if you remember nothing about them.[6]
Trains: Liz really liked this poem.[7]
Extinction: Ultimately, the fate of all species.[8]
[1] McKay, Don. âOtherwise than Place.â Deactivated West 100. 2005, Gaspereau Press, p. 14-31. Thereâs an arrogance here, I think.
[2] We went to the Fraser Cemetery and I remember a lot of things: Burials pointed east, monkey puzzle trees to hide from the devil, and for a while, I wanted to be a cemetery keeper. Itâs always stuck with me that weâre running out of spaces to bury people. Sometimes you have to roll that thought around for a minute: We are running out of places to bury people.
[3]I live here now. I think about that lecture every time I walk past that park. I think about what it meansâa dog park? Because originally, this wasnât even when Chinatown was. It was on the other side of the bridge. They built it twice. Now itâs just a dog park.
[4] Lived experience in a World History and Current Issues collaborative presentations-based course. Â I think about my teammates often. How are they? They feel like connections spread thin as a desperate net. I hope theyâre well. Also: Times New Roman, 12-point font, double spaced. It isnât that hard. Something has to be universal, after all.
[5] Lombroso, Cesare. The Female Offender. 1895, New York: D Appleton. Something else learned: No one else thinks Lombrosoâs misogyny is hilarious. 21st century humour: Laughing at dead misogynists because youâre scared of the living ones.
[6] I have none of my old assignments for my astronomy course and couldnât tell you the professorâs name.
[7] I forgot to email her back about a poem submission and now I can never speak to her ever again.
[8] A PowerPoint slide in GEOB 102, and better than any poem Iâll ever write.
[1] McKay, Don. âOtherwise than Place.â Deactivated West 100. 2005, Gaspereau Press, p. 14-31. Thereâs an arrogance here, I think.
[2] We went to the Fraser Cemetery and I remember a lot of things: Burials pointed east, monkey puzzle trees to hide from the devil, and for a while, I wanted to be a cemetery keeper. Itâs always stuck with me that weâre running out of spaces to bury people. Sometimes you have to roll that thought around for a minute: We are running out of places to bury people.
[3]I live here now. I think about that lecture every time I walk past that park. I think about what it meansâa dog park? Because originally, this wasnât even when Chinatown was. It was on the other side of the bridge. They built it twice. Now itâs just a dog park.
[4] Lived experience in a World History and Current Issues collaborative presentations-based course. Â I think about my teammates often. How are they? They feel like connections spread thin as a desperate net. I hope theyâre well. Also: Times New Roman, 12-point font, double spaced. It isnât that hard. Something has to be universal, after all.
[5] Lombroso, Cesare. The Female Offender. 1895, New York: D Appleton. Something else learned: No one else thinks Lombrosoâs misogyny is hilarious. 21st century humour: Laughing at dead misogynists because youâre scared of the living ones.
[6] I have none of my old assignments for my astronomy course and couldnât tell you the professorâs name.
[7] I forgot to email her back about a poem submission and now I can never speak to her ever again.
[8] A PowerPoint slide in GEOB 102, and better than any poem Iâll ever write.
