Job Posting: CKCU Needs Camp Counsellors!
We are looking for two Camp Counsellors for the 2010 March Break Camp

Salary: $350 per week CKCU Radio
Job Position: Radio Camp Counsellor

Hours: 8:30am to 4:30pm
 
CKCU is hiring a Radio Camp Counsellor to help run our popular Radio Camp for kids ages 9-12. This camp contains a maximum of 10 children split into two groups. As a camp counsellor you will be responsible for the supervision and training of one group. Some of the camp activities include:
 
- How to write, record and edit a radio advertisement
- How to write, record and edit a review of their favourite CD, Movie, Book or Video Game, etc…
- How to use a professional broadcast mixing board
- How to record voice
- How to mix music together like a real radio DJ
- How to speak like a real radio DJ
 
The Children will also record a radio play, edit their voices, and add music and sound effects. At the end of the week they will do a live 2 hour radio show and show off what they have done at camp all week.
 
Job Description:
 
As a radio camp counsellor you will be responsible for:
 
Conducting camp workshops
Training children in the recording editing and mixing of audio
Teaching children to operate mixing boards, microphones and headphones.
Assist children in preparing scripts
Assist in planning a 2-hour live radio show that includes the week’s pre-recorded content
Supervise children during a portion of the lunch break
 
Qualifications:
 
Experience working with or supervising children
A lively and energetic personality
Knowledge of audio recording and digital editing
Ability to assist children with creative writing
 
Applications should be received by March 5 2010. Please direct applications to:
 
Matthew Crosier
Room 517
University Center
1125 Colonel By Drive
Ottawa, Ontario
CANADA K1S 5B6
 
Phone: 613-520-2600x1625
E-mail: manager@ckcufm.com

Heavy Rooms

I'm still processing the Dusty Owl show from Sunday afternoon. John Akpata got up on the stage during the open mike and commented on what a 'heavy room' it was - with the National Slam Champions featuring (and are they ever a force to be reckoned with: their team set in particular was mesmerizing), a whole lot of representation from 3 Dreads and a Bald Head in the audience, and people like PrufRock and Hodan Ibrahim hanging out in the audience, it really was a seriously heady collection of passionate, powerful, creative talent all in one place. I was reminded of one Writers Festival event a couple of years ago, where Marcus McCann blogged later, speculating that if a bomb had been dropped on the room, poetry in Ottawa would have been set back decades - it was like that for spoken word and hip hop in Swizzles on Sunday.

John himself is going to be opening for Linton Kwesi Johnson this March in St. Andrews, Scotland: when he told us that yesterday I admit to going a little fangirl. I've loved LKJ since about 1991 or '92, when my brother introduced me to his work. And how cool is it that Canadian spoken word is so hot right now?

Literary Landscapes tonight!

Yessiree, it's that time again... I'll be hosting Literary Landscapes tonight at 6:30 pm. Going on live, with Jacqueline Lawrence, who I don't get to see half as much as I would like to. She's working away on many things, I hear, and she'll be teaming up with The Recipe (otherwise known as the Canadian National Slam Champions) and musician Rita Carter at the Dusty Owl this weekend, in a fundraiser for the Black Youth Conference.

Confession time - I haven't gone on totally live before. AND the station has a brand new computer interface. And this is CKCU. Techies? We don't need no stinking techies! Whee!

Good thing is, I think Jacqueline has some radio experience, so I'll lean on her. Will you be listening? www.ckcufm.com or 93.1...

Yeah, the sonnet can still bring it, right?

This just popped up randomly in my inbox (I never know where people found my email address: ah well.) It's in Toronto, but I am kind of amused that someone's dusted off the sonnet and thrown it into the slam ring. I wish someone would do something like that here. 

Hmm... maybe I'll bring that up at the next Dusty Owl meeting...

Poetry highs

I never really pegged myself as a performing poet. I admit, I think I do pay attention to the sounds of my poems and I try to focus on reading them well, but if there's an open mike I'm happy to sit back and listen, I shrug and say, "I didn't bring my stuff," or I just don't feel quite right about jumping up and claiming time that could as easily be filled with some other poet. It's the second-stringer, beta-wolf, supporting-cast side of me, I suppose.

So I was really surprised at how exhilarating it was to be a featured reader. I read at Voices of Venus last night, to a packed room at Umi Cafe, and it was fun. I wasn't even all that nervous, really. And having a whole half hour to stretch out and inhabit my work was great. I've done great shows with the Kymeras before - the Acadian set we did for the last Windborn was a highlight - but there's something qualitatively different about being the only featured artist. I found I really got comfortable up there when I had all that time and a sense of an arc to the material I was reading.

A lot of the reason for my comfort, I think, was the crowd. Voices of Venus is a really relaxed, fun space - props to Faye, the host, for creating that - and I think it is true that you can feel when a room full of people has 'clicked' somehow, when the audience is with you. It was a great feeling. I was surprised to discover that I had some funny poems - and had to remind myself to stop and wait for the laughs I hadn't been expecting - and was even more surprised by the occasional silent moment before people clapped, with a couple of of 'mm' sounds in the room. Oooh, fun. 

The open mic was also great beforehand - first-timers and veteran readers alike got up and read or told stories. I admit to being a bit nervous about having to follow some of the poets that got up. But the huge variety of work that came out during the open mike dispelled that. There was such a number of different voices that I felt just fine about stepping up and saying, Okay, this is my voice. I don't slam, and haven't done open mike at Capital Slam (though I've been asked to) for that reason: my stuff just isn't slam stage material. But then nothing about this open mike was restricted to any one style. 

And I was so buzzed afterwards! The coordinator, Allison, and I were standing around in the emptied-out cafe afterwards and she just kept bouncing up and down: which was pretty much exactly how I felt. I was on a complete high.

So while I never pegged myself as a performance sort of poet - I would so totally do that again! 

Texas fails again

Oh, Texas. Wasn't it there that recently the Merriam-Webster Dictionary was banned from some classrooms because the definition of "oral sex" was too racy?

Now, I'm listening to As It Happens and catch an interview with a reporter from the American Statesman who wrote a great article on which books are banned from Texas jails. No Freakonomics (they use a racial epithet in a piece on infiltrating a KKK group) and no Introduction to Physics (the inmate might turn into a mad scientist and blow the place up, MacGyver-style). And no Grisham depicting crimes of any type, no Auto Repair for Dummies, and no National Geographic "Visual History of the World" (because it contains a picture of a naked girl. The one running away from the napalm attack in Vietnam.) Oh, yeah, and no Lovely Bones either. 

But - boggle - The Hitler We Loved and Why, published by White Power Publications, is apparently okay.

What astonished me was the comments that the reporter said had been cropping up on his article, suggesting that when you're not in prison, you can read whatever you want, so obviously the lesson here is: don't go to prison, and you can read Pablo Neruda all you want. 

Do I even need to go into the reasons I think this is appalling?

The Jackpine Sonnet Contest
The Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest is now open!

What the jackpine sonnet is: 
A sonnet-like poem.

Where it comes from: 
Milton Acorn (1923–1986), a poet from Prince Edward Island, created the genre and named it after the jack pine, a tree that seeds itself in fire.

How to write one: 
Write a poem with 14 lines, each line containing 7 to 13 syllables. But, in Acorn's words, "If your sonnet cuts itself off—click!—at, say line 12, 18 or 20, leave it at that." An odd number of lines is okay too. Apply the rhyme scheme of your choice, and if no rhyme comes up, be patient. Acorn advised writers to write internal rhymes (rhymes within a line) or external rhymes (rhymes at the end of consecutive lines) "to keep the flow." In the absence of rhyme, use assonance (the repetition of vowel sounds), "to keep the rhyme alive in order to come up with a true rhyme further on."

First prize: $500

Second prize: $250

Third prize: $125

How to enter the contest: Write a jackpine sonnet and send it to Geist by post or submit electronically. Include a $10 entry fee, which buys you a one-year subscription to Geist, digital edition.

Contest dead line: Canada Day, July 1, 2010

To keep up to date, join the discussion, and find out more about Milton Acorn, jackpine sonnets, and the Geist Jackpine Sonnet Contest, read the Geist Jackpine Sonnet Blog

Enter today!

Reading Next Week!

That's me, yup. I'll be the featured reader at Voices of Venus on the 9th. So far the plan includes what is extant of my Boudicca cycle (where else to break out the warrior queen, right?) some flash fiction (thanks to the Play Date) and a whole lotta stuff I've never read in public before because I had a pretty prolific time of it last spring and then haven't really been on the reading circuit. So - you may have heard some of the Boudicca poems, but I guarantee some new stuff that no one - and I mean no one - has heard or seen before. And I think I might bring along My First Real Poem.

Plus, there are some wikkid awesome women going to be stepping up to the open mic afterward and I'm really looking forward to that!

Video editing and vampires

This is some of what I've been doing at work lately: editing footage from the videocamera from the Fall Edition of the Writers Festival. My first project was the interview Sean Moreland did with Dacre Stoker.

I had no idea what to expect from the book (Dracula: The Un-Dead) and I still think it reads like a sequel to the Francis Ford Coppola Dracula rather than to the novel, but I thought Sean's interview did a lot for how I thought about the book. He quite skilfully addressed the question of whether to accept the 'apocryphal' vampire mythology that has developed since Bram Stoker's book, especially about things like the humanization of vampires since then, the general public acceptance of a romance between Dracula and Mina Harker, the fusion of the original Prince Vlad and Stoker's creation into a much more sympathetic character, the possibility of half-vampires... all the stuff that I guess I was hoping not to see in a sequel to the original (I've had more than enough angsty, pain-ridden sexy vampires, thank you Anne Rice, Laurell Hamilton and Stephenie Meyer.) But I liked how Sean took those ideas on, and traced the history of the vampire as a developing and changing figure in pop culture. 

Plus, Dacre turned out to be a genuinely charming and pleasant guy. Likeable right off the bat, and not at all weird or hung up about being descended from Bram Stoker. 

 

RIP Paul Quarrington

I can't believe how out of touch with things I can be. This blog post from BookMadam says it, in a way: there are times when you realize that all of these people out there, who you pretty much take for granted, could one day - in fact will - just not be there anymore.

I met Paul a couple of times. He was a guest at the Writers Festival a few times while I've been working there, and he came up to the Hospitality Suite in the spring of 2009 when he was in the building for another event entirely. That would have been about a month before he was diagnosed with lung cancer, I now realize. I liked him. There are some people whose personalities leave an impression on me: not of anything in particular, just a sense of liking. He was one of them. 

And yet somehow I never really get out there and talk to as many people as I have the opportunity to talk to, especially given my job. So I didn't really have any real conversations with him: I hovered at the sidelines of other people's conversations, as I tend to do with strangers. And now I don't have the chance.

Tonight I'm doing a show on Literary Landscape about local slam poet Steve Sauve - someone else that I assumed would always be around, and who I didn't know anywhere near as well as I wish I had. I let myself be both too shy or too busy or too tied up with my own stuff to get involved. It takes the swift kick to the head of mortality to remind me that people won't always be here. I didn't really get to know Paul in person, but I love his books, and his music, and they're what I know best of him. 

So I wish I'd had more of a chance to talk to him, and I wish there were more of his books and films and songs to look forward to.