Words and water

Just looking ahead to a weekend’s literary merrymaking in Campbell River. The Words on the Water writers festival, being held in the Maritime Heritage Centre, starts on Friday. Even with a disabled website (some tragically ill-timed mishap involving corporate changes in their service provider ownership, coupled with who knows what associated administrative problems) they’ve managed to sell out their weekend passes and their Friday and Saturday night events.

We’re hoping to get to the Saturday daytime sessions at least, which will feature Evelyn Lau, Jan Zwicky, Claudia Casper, Robert Bringhurst, David Carpenter, Annabel Lyon, Gregory Scofield and Patrick Lane.

Because we can’t get into evening readings, I reckon we’ll be forced out onto the cold wet streets in search of alimentary culture instead. One pilgrimage I am never too sorry to make when I’m in Courtenay is to Tita’s, which I bet is the best Mexican food on Vancouver Island, or I’ll eat my sombrero.

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4 Responses to Words and water

  1. Tracy Hamon says:

    Thanks Rhona. Procrustean sounds very interesting. I’ve searched the net trying to find one, but haven’t really been able to get a good reading of a full poem yet; however, I did come across this article. It was interesting because in one class of mine we had been discussing “heroic couplets” and their origin.

  2. Rhona McAdam says:

    Thanks for the link Tracy. You might find some examples on Purple Ronnie’s site: he fancies himself a bit of a bard. Though he’s perhaps inclined more to crustean than procrustean (that would be a mirror, or false rhyme by the way). There’s a hair poem under Deep Thoughts that you might enjoy.

  3. Tracy Hamon says:

    Sounds lovely anyway! Say hi to Dave and Honor.

  4. Rhona McAdam says:

    Will do, though I have a bad feeling we’ll be seeing them outside the reading rather than inside… What can you think when an event organiser tells you to come very early to try for tickets at the door? Well, I live in hope.