Subject: Re: race...
Date: Sat, 30 Jan 1999 16:24:18 -0800




 
> Addressing myself to the Canadian dirty laundry,

yah is that his
'heart is in Dixie and 
his head in the cool, cool north'
line, i walk that line,
i like that line,
robertson davies first novel, 
pyrhhic mephostopheles
errant stove
errant woods
well were goin'
to fire up that ol'
dodge and frappe' le route
it was like this for us tree planting,
always a can'injun,
coed showers,
pumps running out of water,
bears in the corn flakes 

a ka'nucklehead
is a 
sort of autobiography
of a guy,
where he on each page, 
seemingly, converses with his stove,
and talks about each person walking
in front of his house,
beyond the picket fence, 

yah that is ole mr norm tresspassing
look how slow he's getting 
i wonder if he could get any 
slower in going to the post office 
each day but he always smiled to 
us kids and gave us something 
to eat when we visited him
and the old hedielberger from 
germany who was a hunchback 
and knew chinese 
and so did mr eli nu 
who worked in the 
restaurants
these old men only 
wore two 
pairs of pants
one in the winter 
for the cold and 
one in the winter
and studied SK
and jacob boheme in the 
empty bunkhouses
of unpainted 
douglas-fir 

but we were a small 
place in the wilderness
only 400 souls in all
i had to bath outside in the
sunshine

after all we only had one telephone 
in the hol' town 
and one freezer so we 
had to hunt in the fall and tie the
game up in the tree
or can it all like the trout which 
we could smoke up and then can
man that was deeelicceeioso
and my mom and me and sister
would pick the whole summer 
huckleberries and blue berries 
and leave the saskatoons for the neighbours
if they wanted them they were 
german too but second gen'
and then the rad'smackers as 
grand daughters
and sons my best friends 
or mine sisters too

i used to call them
she was 
brought over after the war
cause the 'ubby like the area
he was a POW on at camp seven
after being captured
and calvin saying to the tune of 
pop'eye the sailor i eat all me spinach
and spit out all the germans 
the kids say the craziest things
well the neighbours were wurms
dont tell anyone this the boys nicknames
doolie beanie and lettuce and tomato 
who was the girl it was lettamay
one night granny rad'smacker kicked 
me on the schins for stealing green apples
that was for bro' ray the american came 
and saved us from bad food and drugs
we as though men lost at sea
we were
with no rudder 
to steer us, we were as though dead men, 
and then along came jesus and saved us 
from bad food and drugs,
it really worked,

i learned all about all the mice 
and creatures while picking berries
there was the jumping mouse
i thought it was a dream but it 
had a long tail with a pad on the 
end and it would spring up in 
the air and launch itself away into the
next patch of berries
i now call it zapus saltatus
having took lectures at the university
on wildlife in the canadian rockies

no rookie me
to the life
the phusis 

reminds me of heidegger 
whose stove is the being of
beings like a train engineer
scoping coal from down below
breaker of clay tablets, 
not breaking clay tablets,
but breaking cyber-tablets
the quest of the holy grail
pythonic routeledge weekend 
vatican sex manual
banking tablets against 
the forehead

yes we sell comics on CBC
samantha heavy hand
lectures on "better living
through elasticity" but no 
canned laughter, is all silent, 
as if they are talking together,
in the washroom,

one day I will hear the faucet, 
and the rushing whirlpool 
of water somewhere in my head,

canadians are always embarrasing 
to me they always laugh at the 
wrong times

most of us are more concerned 
about the firken' distances
between gas stations
but we really like the 
huskies with those 
beeeg greasie breakfastss
that truckers inhale
for we put on our skiis and
climb up to the albreda 
glaciers for two days 
of funblin with thermometers 
and stoves and harnesses 
across the firkin glaciers 
that god damn kid 
errand i call him from
behind 
will yah stop firkin 
pullin' me off my firkin skiis 
this is the last time i'm gonna 
tell yah
were all roped up you see for 
crevasses and tom the doktor
is calm 
and thought full
but he says to me 
pretending he does not
know i hear dirty mother
will yah get goin' 
there is weather movin in 
and yah can see taywe a rahu
that is the peru you now
bu its title was robson
been there too 
peru 

then we are about other 
real issues, of course,
SK is saying the same,
a raggamuffin always,
a minstrel, like 
dylan, wondering aloud 
about the white satin nights
of matrimony, 
matress-e-mony
mons de cou
la vie conjugal
rather than 
the dark nights, so to offer,

one sweet life time of aesthetic
and the ethical
in marriage, 
equilibrium state
sounds rather like economia
supply function
ordered preferences
satiation states
libidinous economia
swedes are they really like 
that me grandfather was 
swede but he liked to drink
and fight and one day he hit 
his wifes boss in the kisser and 
knocked here down with his elbow

so frank the big russin'
said you hit my whirler my wherler
her name was verla 
but he said to me whirler
it was an accident since he was 
gonna hit another man instead'n
but when he pulled back his elbow 
hit whirrler
serves her right you know
if you knew what about her
she was loose as the convertibles
around here
an open cockpit


swaping it all for 

> 	It's not the usual anymore is it, the Heidegger guilty or not
> "Guilty!", hey, doesn't he write about this somewhere with reference to
> Kierkegaard?. My citizenship card says I am a canadian, my cultural
> education says I am a lot of different things causing all these
> interference patterns, mixing everything up into a sort of witches
> brew, a collage and a hybrid. Canadians don't have an identity, no
> matter what the Mother channel, the CBC tells you. And don't get me
> wrong, I speak merely as Joe Blow, I am not an expert on the
> constitution of Canadian identity. As far as I'm concerned to be a
> canadian is to have no identity, maybe at most, the promise of an
> identity. The thing about identity is that it is a product of the
> consumption of a cultural memory that keeps getting recycled, by
> parents, teachers, television, etc.. To bring up Nancy again (_The
> Inoperative Community_), the way he puts it, is that first of all there
> is no whole identity to a community but the nostalgia for a lost one
> that one wants to integrate, assimilate and make whole again so to
> speak--not quite the integration of resolute attunement except when it
> is taken as the destiny of a particular people which is clearly how
> Heidegger has taken it even if it can be said that he renounced this:
> 
> Listen to what he says,
> 
> "The motif of revelation [strong with Heidegger at first but gradually
> withdrawn as an emphasis is placed on what remains hidden and therefore
> impossible to bring into any kind of disclosure, and so in some way,
> Heidegger can be said to agree with Levinas.], through death, of
> being-together or being-with [In that European, oblique style he doesn't
> say it but he mentions Heidegger here.], and of the crystallization of
> the community around the death of its members, _that is to say around
> the "loss" (the impossiblity) of their immanance_ [his emphasis] and
> not around their fusional assumption in some collective hypostasis,
> leads to a space of thinking incommensurable with the problematics of
> sociality or intersubjectivity (including the Husserlian problematic of
> the alter ego) within which philosophy, despite its resistance, has
> remained captive." (pg. 14)
> 
> So, he is with and against Heidegger.
> 
> I can get into this some more later if I feel inclined but as far as I
> am concerned immanance as I said is the fusion of the identity of a
> people around the transmission of a cultural identity or memory, you
> can see now, perhaps being too oblique, how important is Nietzsche's
> notion of active forgetting specially when read through guys like
> Klossowsky, Blanchot, and Bataille. If the list opens up a bit and
> tries to BREAK the tendency to always stay really close to Heidegger, in
an
> almost sycophantic attachement, then without a doubt things could get
> more interesting. With regards to the normative historicist approach
where
> what seems revelant is what Heidegger was doing in this or that situation
> in this or that time, not only does that step out of the importance of
> countinuing to plug away at a meditative practice such as that of
> resolute attunement or active forgetting for that matter, but it also
> forgets at least two hundred years of hermeneutic studies. That
> approach was dealt with a long time ago. REFERENCE: Kierkegaard
> _Unconcluding Scientific Postscript_. You might as well try to find out
> what kind of cereal he was eating professors. rant. rant. rant.
> 
> Let me try to relax a minute here, I am getting very anxious.
> 
> So the CBC has these cultural heritage ads that I am sure you guys are
> familiar with, usually they are French, Asian, or Native oriented and
> rarely mixed as if we all needed to stay separate and protect our own
> territories, as if I couldn't talk about Native self-government and
> shamanic circles because I don't have red blood, etc..
> 
> There--you have the recycling of the memory banks, the archives.
> 
> Political struggle henceforth is about MEMORY.
> 
> Another thing, the greatest Canadian cultural export is clearly comics,
> we are good at making people laugh guys, so RELAX a bit.
> 
> my two cents worth,
> Crazy Feathers,
> Ariosto
> 
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