Rubies in Crystal

-oh, writing process- on Metaphor

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sat, 12 Apr 2025 12:16:00 -0400

in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draft, notes towards, an unexpected

survey, touching bits, the movement churns

thoughts, feelings, ideas, memories surfacing after, yes, I could write a whole piece expand concepts and feeling-in-form offer a more complete essay, sashay into & around but the initial arousal the first moments of slips of gatherings of thoughts, ideas, feeling-in-form that's what's here on Metaphor, 16 Sep 2024 videoed on a Pocket 3 in DLog M with minimal editing

direct YouTube link: https://youtu.be/IV7mXitQ1nY?si=FsvgwDEkQFUWILvA

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Is there still a blogging community?

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Mon, 24 Feb 2025 14:56:00 -0500

It feels amazing to be blogging again. But I don't know where other bloggers who might connect to my blog might be. The crowd in the old days are gone, or the connections have withered.

If you read this, and have a blog, leave a comment and I'll follow you back.

Beyond tired of the commercialism of Facebook, Instagram, X and even Bluesky has become a re-posting site.

Blogs are defined, created, curated by us and can keep us in touch with each other.

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Life-drawing at Super Wonder Gallery Feb 22, 2025

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Mon, 24 Feb 2025 10:45:00 -0500

I would turn this one into a painting if they had allowed photographs of the poses. Eight minutes per pose just wasn't long enough. The poses were complex - that foreshortening! (You say I should try to paint this anyway? I dunno. I suppose half-abstract is ok. Maybe is all I'll say.)

Fairly happy with this drawing, except I didn't have long enough to put the right dashes and dots to get a semblance of her toes! It was a choice - after drawing her body on the page, use the remaining few minutes on her feet or her face? I quickly sketched in her features. A 15 min pose. And absolutely no time for the cushions she sat against!

At Super Wonder Gallery on Saturday night, Feb 22nd, 8:30-11pm

I am much happier with this, my 2nd life-drawing session in how many years?

As is normal in a life-drawing session, there are many 'warm up' poses of 1, 3, 5 min, which isn't long enough for me to do much more than scribble.

I need at least an hour on one pose to do a drawing that I feel is getting there.

Christian, the gallery owner, an artist himself, is going to run these sessions twice a month. If we draw more frequently, we'll get faster and better he says. I'm sure he's right.

It is nerve-wracking, drawing to timers, mapping the model sitting or standing in three real dimensions onto your little paper. For the first time, I worked with the shadows. It's always nice to see new things emerging in your style. The same old, same old gets so tedious.

Because I never know what is going to work with that evening's quirks, I have to take a range of supplies, Art Graf, in case I want to use a brush, coloured pencils, pastels, charcoal, conte and my favourite, plain graphite.

This was a 2B woodless graphite pencil. I didn't have a sharpener, darn. They are on Moleskine sketchbook paper, A3 (11.75" x 16.5"). It looks like Moleskine no longer sells the soft cover version, but I found I liked it a lot, even if I had to throw out some sheets of the too-too-short sketches.

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Two Erotic Paintings in The Super Naughty Show at Super Wonder Gallery!

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Wed, 12 Feb 2025 12:06:00 -0500

The Super Naughty Show - 2025 is this weekend! February 14th & 15th! An erotic art show at Super Wonder Gallery, a Valentine’s celebration! I have two paintings in the show, both Tantric paintings - The Buddha and Her Consort, 18”x24”, oil on canvas, and Neon Nights, 12”x18”, acrylic on canvas. Neon Nights is a transforming painting in blacklight!

There are over 60+ artists and some VERY wildly erotic art that makes my work look tame.

If you’re free either night, I will be in the gallery from about 8:30pm-midnight-ish. You can purchase a ticket online here, or pay at the door. There is a bar. Hope to see lots of friends there!

Shall I wear a red leather dress that I’ve never worn before… what is age anyhow?

A scan

The Buddha and Her Consort, 18" x 24", Brenda Clews, oil on canvas

A photo to show the gleam of the gold paint

Neon Nights, 12" x 18", Brenda Clews, acrylic on canvas

Direct YouTube link to this Short

Painting Neon Nights was quite the journey. The reference photo came from a book on Tantric Sex but I wanted them red and glowing - an animality, that we are animals and angels, hungering, lustful and sublime, corporeal and incorporeal. But always a loving act, nothing else would do for me.

The first version was painted in fluorescent colours, but, as I discovered to my dismay, day-glo acrylics do not blend. So I gessoed out the canvas and began again.

This time I painted the figures using regular acrylic paints. It was still a challenge to paint their skin tones as orange-reds with yellow highlights with the right shade of deep-blue-indigo in the shadows.

But, after the show at Foy House last summer with my Near Death Experience painting and its use of some fluorescent paint and how visionary it became under some of their black lights, I wanted to further explore how one could deliberately create a transforming painting.

After finishing the base layer in regular Golden and Liquitex acrylics, I began glazes of the fluorescent colours. There is a very limited palette of these night glowing paints. They don't work smoothly and you need larger soft brushes if you hope to avoid streaks. I had to make the patchy quality of applying thin layers of these glow-in-the-dark shades work. There are no dark colours for shadows in the day-glo range so that was the biggest challenge, really. Getting those shadows in and getting them to glow in a shadow way under a black light was hard.

I purchased a black light flashlight from Amazon to use as I painted and to keep checking that the 'normal' version wasn't getting wrecked and that the 'black light' version was shining. That is what I used to show the day-glo colours for the short video clip above.

Am I please with the result? H*ll yeah.

Also, since the sexual is the spiritual, has been for me all my life, I needed a sense of intimacy, of enjoyment, of something of the loss of the ego self in the act of making love.

A friend on Facebook, Bogos (he changed his name on Facebook and I can't remember his real surname), a terrific artist, really amazing, where these paintings were posted for a very short time, wrote, and I appreciate him for this support:

There is a beautiful soft erotic sensuality to them that I love. Kudos to you, Brenda!!!

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Woman with Flowers 7.1

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sun, 9 Jun 2024 09:41:00 -0400

(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one)

Woman with Flowers

Flowers, props

upholding the woman.

The flowers, fragrant,

imaginary.

The flowers, blossoming

into death.

Clearly, I need to work on that hand!

Below it is better drawn. Also, since the paper is a bit larger than the scanner, I photomerged two images (still issue in one corner), colour-corrected the paper and dimmed the blacks since it's a very light 6H pencil.

The most difficult part of life drawing for me is getting the figure in proportion. If there's, say, an hour, I'll spend half of it drawing and rubbing out and rubbing out as I try to map the figure correctly.

Those are just the bones of a drawing or painting. I don't want to spend inordinate time on the basic sketch anymore when I might want to shade it, or paint, or whatever, and would prefer more time for that when you are under the constraints of an art session timer.

So I am trying to learn how to draw quickly and correctly. That's all these pieces are. A learning tool.

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Self-Portrait with a Fascinator 2016

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Tue, 16 Apr 2024 10:01:00 -0400

On Monday, I walked, buying frames from two stores in different parts of the city, then went to the Art Bar Poetry Series in the evening, about 16,000 steps/13.1km.

Part of a group art show and poetry reading on Sunday.

I spent the morning searching for a few paintings. All I’ve done, really, is some self portraits because I belonged to a self portrait group on Facebook for a few years. We could only use reflective surfaces, not photographs.

Anyway, I did locate a few of them. Then, I decided to paint a yellow background on an earlier one (that I did use a reference photo for). So I researched what you can use to dry oil paint real fast, and added liquin to the paint. That was late afternoon.

I came home from the art bar early, about 9pm, and repainted another one’s background red with a real nice, rich oil paint that I purchased a few years ago. I used water mixable oil paints for a number of years, but have gone back to traditional oils for the richness of color.

This one is from a still from a video reading of a poem in 2013 with two other poets that I did to promote our LyricslMyrical chapbooks when we launched together that year at a poetry cafe. The painting was done in 2016 for an art show, but I didn’t use it that time.

Yellow background still wet. I’m amazed it works. I tried different colours in PhotoShop before deciding on a Medium Cadmium Yellow with some Yellow Ochre.

Fingers crossed it’s dry by Friday when I’m hanging my 5 paintings.

Here's the 2013 video of 'This Cabin,' by Lisa Young; 'the luminist poems,' by Brenda Clews; and 'Scarborough Songs,' by Pat Connors.

But the video I took inspiration from for this self portrait painting was this one, it turns out:

(I buried it, despite my daughter liking it, embarrassed that I was so poor I made the fascinator out of a black bra cup and a bit of netting from a fabric store and some Halloween feathers - life of a single mother.)

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A Pulsing Imagination - Ray Clews' Paintings

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Wed, 9 Aug 2023 10:23:00 -0400

A video of some of my late brother Ray's paintings and poems I wrote for them.

Direct link: https://youtu.be/V8iZyORoU9E
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On the Unity of Assemblage and Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sun, 23 Oct 2022 19:04:00 -0400

In Split Mask and UnfurlFlowerring, the mask came first. A weltanschauung grew around it, accoutrements, fabrics, a ‘look’ enmeshed with the theme, and I felt a nascent poem emerging. When I write an afterpoem to perform in an assemblage, mask, persona, it is always about the topic that the ensemble is presenting, and there is also reference to my being inside the guise, what it’s like to be the hidden self inside the poem being performed. This double subjectivity, then. The doppelgänger being the everyday self, and the masked poet performing the spirit, the message.

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Halloween Assemblage -Getting there

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sat, 22 Oct 2022 12:34:00 -0400

What I started with. Where I got to was like painting with photo programs. Two lights set up, one to the right and one on the table. Look forward to clearing the chaos of my living room and putting all this stuff away. But I still want to try long black boots and a leather corset I bought at maybe 63, my first one! Those shiny catches on the cheap Amazon one need black nail polish or something.

Actually, both paintings might work as backdrop in a performance videopoem. I'd tape black fabric to the wall behind them. Something to think about.

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Between 3 photo programs, approaching what I sought

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Thu, 20 Oct 2022 10:56:00 -0400

From yesterday's shoot. The lighting was all wrong, but, with time and patience and a willingness to use different photo programs, I was able to get the darkness I wanted.

Basically, I am trying to get some images of this assemblage so I can see what I've composed and write of the 'being' who's emerging, if that's possible. Also, it is helping to see how to tweak things - like, I'll wear black boots, the sneakers didn't work with my body type. I have to get floral tape to do the flowers that I stick into the (cheap Amazon) corset (only solution I could think of to hold the flowers) and figure out how to attach the trailing leaves on my arm, perhaps hot-glued to elastic (if I have any wide black elastic), who knows. It should be an assemblage that doesn't slide off over an evening's movements. Also, I'll likely be moving in a videopoem, and then certainly could have leaves falling, trailing, whenever I get around to that.

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Oh, my Halloween Assemblage!

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Wed, 19 Oct 2022 19:58:00 -0400

I've had what seems negative reactions to the assemblage I am creating for my Halloween poetry and music event. It's been a huge amount of work, attempting to video (tons of problems spread over days) and finally I got some clips in focus - though the light wasn't right - and one person who looked at these images seemed very ticked off when she saw them, saying only, We're supposed to wear costumes? and another person who is also coming that I shared the images with in a message had no reaction, said nothing. What's wrong with what I'm creating? I think it's quite striking, even lovely.

Because there was no sun, once again, which would give me the contrast I'd like, I set up two lights. Man, it was a lot of work. The camera app took forever to connect and then kept cutting out so it was pretty much useless. On the computer after, I was so happy to see the image in focus, however, the lighting isn't right. So I did quick colour replacement in PSE, turning the background blue. I wanted a dark background, but wasn't able to do it. I think the blue is interesting, and makes for unique, rather theatrical photos.

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Test

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sun, 16 Oct 2022 12:29:00 -0400

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Unwindings & The Unanswering

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Mon, 2 May 2022 14:28:00 -0400

direct link: https://youtu.be/Foyvq1uDCM8

This is a video of a reading at Minstrels & Bards* Spring 2022 for an upcoming show.

For Calling In The Muse, May 1 - July 13, 2022, an on-line show by Erica Ross curated from her Open Studio sessions, I share two poems written in 2022, Unwindings and The Unanswering. These poems share my inner perceptions in, hopefully, a language that is honed, polished, yet which flows, that has an aesthetic beauty of its own.

In Unwindings, Virginia Woolf is a muse. Re-reading her novel, Mrs. Dalloway, I came across a sentence that reverberated. Each day, another image arose in response. The final poem is about the unwinding in her novel, and the unwinding in us when we undergo inner revolution. My second poem has five potential titles, Woman Walking In-Verse, Hanged Woman of the Tarot, Pittura Infamante, and Soul Question. As of writing this, I think it's last line works best: The Unanswering. I took a Movement & Memoir course with Sara Porter in January 2022. We moved between dance and writing. In the session out of which this poem arose, she asked us to dance our deepest question. I was working with a concept of a personal ‘life review’ at that time, and danced my question from angstful depths. Then we drew our dance on paper, and that drawing is now a choreography of the piece. We got up and danced again, this time guided by our drawing. After that, we sat and wrote about our question in the dance that transpired. Again we rose, danced, and after, noted shifts that occurred in the writing and the dance through the successive iterations. From this whole process, I later composed my poem and, because it has a choreography, can dance it anytime I read or recite it.

If I dance The Unanswering at an event again, the poem needs to be memorized! I put this video together quickly so that what I submitted to the show would have a visual component. It's kind of a fun reading, though, especially as good friends were in the audience.

The drawing of the original dance and that has become a choreography for dancing the poem:

Woman Walking In-Verse, 2022, 17" x 10", deAtramantis inks on Strathmore drawing paper.

*Minstrels & Bards is a quarterly writing & music series I run at the Tranzac Club in Tkaronto/Toronto. Go the the Facebook group or scroll down on my website Homepage to see more info: https://brendaclews.com
Music from Audiio.com: Arms and Sleepers - Cinemas For Marseille (Instrumental) Primo Levi - Violin Piano Floating II (Instrumental) Center Of The Sea - Bending Gravity (Instrumental)

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Alchemical Wheels: A Portrait of a Painting & a Near Death Experience (a silent video)

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Fri, 22 Oct 2021 21:23:00 -0400

direct link: https://youtu.be/5mh83U0bhis

Alchemical Wheels: Portrait of a Painting & a Near Death Experience (a silent video)

Alchemical texts are riddles. Writing about visionary experience is impossible. Here goes…

the circle dips

down

& two become one

opalescence of the self,

golden pearl rising

A psychic and artistic journey encircling a dream of alchemical wheels emerging on each side of the face. Wetting charcoal dust, dragging charred willow, self-portrait surreality. The spinning wheels become Catherine Wheel fireworks, then a spiral goddess path. Maria Prophetissa,¹ mother of alchemy and chemistry, beckons, one arm about me, the other pointing.. How to do the work of turning lead into gold — her formula:

“If the two do not become one, nothing will take place. If one does not lighten, and the two become three, nothing will take place. But when one yellows, three becomes four, for one yellows with yellow sulphur. At the end, when one tints into violet, all things become violet.”²

Carl Jung, in Alchemy and Psychology, writes:

…the ultimate aim of alchemy…was trying to produce a corpus subtile, a transfigured and resurrected body, i.e., a body that was at the same time spirit.”³

Scraping, chiselling the carapace, breaking the shell, sloughing the cocoon, a serpent’s, an oroboros’ discarded skin. Hardships, pain, complexes, defense mechanisms, PTSDs. Grit of peeling. An emergent self — trust, openness, sensitivity, generosity, loving. Untarnished, wondrous child. The transfigured self, glittering healing radiance of what calls, powerful love pulling us to live in intimate near-death-experience, profound, inclusive. Fully who we are and fully in the panorama.

Impossible vibrating luminance of the self beyond the self in the self.

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The video follows a journey beginning with, ‘Self-portrait after an Alchemical Dream,’ 2021, 20x26", charcoal on Yupo paper, then focusing on ‘Alchemical Wheels,' 2021, acrylic on canvas, 30x40”.

My Near Death Experience at the age of 28:

‘Radiant energy appeared. A startling and powerful love had come for me. How powerful this love was is indescribable — the greatest love I have ever felt, complete and full. I drew upwards, rising from my body, leaving it on the bed below. I felt only ecstasy, the wave of my form nearing the radiant healing energy like entering the Great Union or heaven or Nirvana. As I rose, I thought, ‘but my father’s grief, the life I’m to live…’ and, immediately, fell back gently into my body and the radiance vanished.’

For many decades, I’ve regretted my egoic attachment to my little life, to not embracing that powerful love, to what I might have learned and brought back. Working through this grief in painting has brought me to a realization that something was, indeed, imparted. If it was a type of ‘das-log’, a shamanic Near Death Experience of Tibetan religion, then I may have given from it.

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¹ Maria Prophetissa was a 1-3^rd century Jewish woman who invented the bain Marie, the double boiler, still used in cooking and chemistry today, and who is credited with being the mother of chemistry and the first recorded practitioner of alchemy.

²Quote from Jame Hillman’s audiobook, The Alchemy of Psychology, BetterListen! LLC., 2015.

³ Carl Jung, Psychology and Alchemy, trans. Gerhard Adler and R. F.C. Hull, Princeton University Press; 2nd ed. edition (Oct. 21 1980), p. 514.

With gratitude and thanks to the Centre for Applied Jungian Studies' Art of Individuation 2021 course. https://brendaclews.com

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Music, a edited mix I did of Kepler, BytheWay May, a paid-for license from musicbed.com

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Self-Portrait After an Alchemical Dream

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sun, 5 Sep 2021 13:57:00 -0400

[Adding the original dream & something on the process of what's appeared in this preparatory sketch for a possible painting, if you'd like to know what it's about.]

Original dream
…red spots develop under my cheeks, and as I powder them, they become raised wheels, one on each side, which the thick powder whitens, six spokes, a central hub and an outer wheel, a relief sculpture perhaps, like something from myth, an archetypal symbol, which the attempt to hide with powder only accentuates. I feel no horror, or pain, but awe as I brush the powder on skin become wheels and spokes. Sculpted like Medieval cosmological wheels, alchemical wheels of transmutation, the configurations are mysterious, almost reverential, an embodied reference the Wheels of Ezekiel, but also to the powdered faces of highly-stylized Oriental performance, and somehow the magnificent coiled antlers of Bighorn sheep… (2008)

Process of charcoal sketch:

Friday, I decided to try a charcoal drawing to see how my dream of the alchemical wheels appearing in my face, rising in my cheeks, might appear. In the dream, I powdered them as they rose sculpturally. But here I hoped to let my 'unconscious' take over and I did go into a light trance and even worked with my eyes shut at times. At the beginning, I used a sponge and charcoal powder that I then sprayed with a fixative, and kept working. There are distinct shadow and light sides. The wheels are dark - to me, the one in shadow looks floral; the one in light, ocular. The hair fed snake-like into the wheels, which seem almost to be whirring and that is unlike the dream. And I see four eyes!

I find the drawing a bit scary, actually. There's psychic progress for sure. Self-portrait after an alchemical dream. 20"x26", charcoal on Yupo paper.
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Fruiting Bodies

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Tue, 27 Jul 2021 23:16:00 -0400

Direct link: https://youtu.be/B47jC2hl2e0

Fruiting Bodies is writing begun during lockdown and stay-at-home orders. When you are alone, you don't have a sense of yourself-in-context of the society in which you are a viable subject. You move through your rooms invisible to yourself, you don't think about how you look, and aren't dealing, one hopes, with your otherness among people. Race, colour, creed, size, age, these aren't at the forefront when you are home, in your own space where you are safe to be yourself. The images, in this section, are from my abode, and, when I read them, I find the familiarity of what I dwell among. I wanted this writing to have a spiritual dimension since I believe we all speak in our privacies to something ineffable, to what guides us through our lives.

Recording a reading was entering the world in some way. It was hard to look at a non-existing women, myself, in the clip, to see her, the gesture of my physical body, the contours of age. I hung a William Morris Tree of Life weaving as a backdrop, and shot in a room of sunlight. Editing the video, I began layering in poppies I've photographed on my walks through my neighbourhood, perhaps seeking to add some beauty in what is essentially a 'talking head' video. I live over a subway, which I rarely hear, but, oh, could you hear them on the sound track! I removed the sound of 8 trains! Lastly, I added chimes, which I had ordered for this video, some larger ones, and played, standing, moving the clapper. I hope I've produced a watchable reading.

A reading for a feature at the Art Bar Poetry Series in Toronto - one in a series of many Canadian poets who have videoed themselves reading their poetry during lockdown over the last year and a half. Many thanks to Margaret Code and Rosa Arlotto for their hard work and dedication to providing one of the best spaces for poets to read, share, blossom.

A special shout out to Lizzie Violet, whose beautiful hand-crafted flower I wore in my hair.
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Tulip on Tulip

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Tue, 11 May 2021 23:00:00 -0400

An open studio that my friend Erica is offering. I had no idea what I’d do this time. Sometimes showing up and allowing the inspiration of the moment is the way to go. Grabbed this and that and a chalk pastel and Taylor’s chalk of tulips wilded on paper. No plans to keep the pastel which will go out with the tulips, but they make an interesting photograph.

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Portrait in Black & White

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Thu, 21 Jan 2021 17:20:00 -0500

Drawn with graphite putty and a 4B pencil on yupo paper an hour or so ago.

Archeology of Water

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Thu, 22 Oct 2020 15:29:00 -0400

This began with an image of memory scrawled in a notebook in April 2019 that I knew I would work with, either in a poem, or perhaps video. That note, 'memories carved on other memories like archeological layers that disintegrate, losing their definition under the press of time,' evolved into this filmsoundpoem of at least 50 layers all wrapped into each other as they dissolve.

In May 2020, I took some clips on a hike that struck me as interesting and began to edit them. Then I expanded the original journal fragment into a page of repeating phrases that were then written onto a new page, edited and spoken as a sound poem of repeating tracks (as part of a series of short soundpoems I'm working on). That final scratched-out page is placed on screen - we love to see other writer's processes.*

The sheer number of compound images rolled into compound images in this video pushed my hardworking computer to its limit and eventually I simply had to stop, create some handwritten titles and credits, and let this little oceanic memory poem skip out on the waves.

I would like to thank my dear companions, Kate Rogers, Dai Evans and John Oughton for a hike on May 16, 2020 in Presqu'ile Provincial Park near Prince Edward County in Ontario where the lapping beach clips were shot.

As ever, this is a one-woman production - soundpoem, video, voices, editing, everything except of course my friend John, who skipped a stone on Lake Ontario, was done by moi, for better or worse.

https://brendaclews.com
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*Archeology of Water, it seems in retrospect, though different in style, follows from a videopoem I worked on between 2014-2018 called Ink Ocean, a poem which emerged from a drawing into which I had written the beginnings of the poem. Here is an older official version based on a 2014 performance, with the drawing in it, Ink Ocean, and here is a newer more free-form performance that I quite like, Ink Ocean.

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'Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers,' Zoom video August 20, 2020

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sat, 22 Aug 2020 15:07:00 -0400

"I'd dance to death to evoke it." "Who in me writes?"

It was a rich, varied poetry evening where we read, talked about process, and asked questions. I'm still integrating what everyone said. An evening of inspiration. I would like to thank my features, Elana Wolff, Michael Mirolla, Margaret Christakos and Jeff Cottrill for their superlative poems, readings and expressions of inspiration. And for our fabulous, talented audience! You all added your creative energy to this dynamic event. Thank you, one and all! 💗

The drill order:

I open with a pre-amble, then read/perform a prose poem, 'Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers,' about breaking through a writing block of 9 years, followed by a Q & A. Elana Wolff and Michael Mirolla each read a poem and talk about their writing process. There is a 15min break, where discussion ensues. Margaret Christakos, and Jeff Cottrill each read a poem and talk about process. We end with an open discussion with feedback on poems and writing processes. My hope is that writers who watch come away inspired, and thinking about how best to continue writing in the ways they most wish.

Timestamps:

0:10 Brenda's pre-Amble
07:50 Brenda gets Lola, the tiny doggy
08:30 Brenda read/performs Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers
27:57 Q & A on Pull Down the Northern Lights for Chandeliers
42:54 Brenda introduces Elana Wolff
44:44 Elana Wolff reads 'Surfacing Behavior'
55:14 Break, with open discussion
1:09:16 Brenda introduces Michael Mirolla
1:15:38 Michael Mirolla reads 'Demeter Makes Plans to Uproot Herself'
1:32:42 Brenda introduces Margaret Christakos
1:35:34 Margaret talks about Pull Down the Northern Lights, performative aspect and imagery, and also her own poetic
1:41:00 Margaret Christakos reads 'Charger 12' and speaks about open field poetics
1:55:22 Brenda introduces Jeff Cottrill
1:57:50 Jeff Cottrill reads 'Wilfred Owen's Off Day'
2:13:41 Open discussion at the end

direct link: https://youtu.be/3bhZzXzX5fs

I would like to thank the League of Canadian Poets & Toronto Literary Council for funding for this event.

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Crawling Out of the Morass

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Tue, 21 Jul 2020 10:44:00 -0400

A preliminary sketch that I hope to work on in the coming days. Photo with electric light during a dark thunderstorm. Self-portrait, stick and water-soluble graphite, 20"x26". Crawling out from a deeply troubling family crisis.

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The Book of Night Women by Marlon James

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sat, 20 Jun 2020 11:00:00 -0400

June 20, 2020

Today I am silent. Between The Book of Night Women, by Marlon James, and the ballet dancer, Sergei Polunin, who I watch on YouTube. One, grippingly violent, a story of the slave trade in Jamaica, in beautiful prose, in a seamless, perfect and mesmerizing dialect; the other, one the best dancers in the world, spins and leaps that are superhuman, a force de majeure, but shy, introverted, a rebel and a visionary. I float through a heatwave, basking in humidity. Sitting on a bench with my cat, I stare at the foliage and sky, the green, until I am saturated with heat and the healing of trees. Later in the evening, I buy the 2017 documentary on Sergei, The Dancer. I am living in Lilith’s world where she defended herself violently against rape. There has been blood in my mouth since that scene. I had to put the book down because I am living in that hut with her and her burned, skinned-alive would be rapist. I fall asleep dreaming of pirouettes.

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The Salt of the Earth, directed by Wim Wenders, Juliano Ribeiro Salgado

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Tue, 16 Jun 2020 09:30:00 -0400

June 16, 2020

The Salt of the Earth, directed by Wim Wenders, Juliano Ribeiro Salgado. France, 2014.

Rich blacks, almost coppery greys, luminosities of light, whites sheer like silk shining, Salgado's work, grandeur, a vast scale. In his humanity, we see the terror of us, how we are victim to our own cruelties. His golddiggers, a hive of ants in the pit, farmers, dying Rwandans, Ethiopian skeletal peoples, the genocide of the Serbs, burning oil fields in Kuwait, on land, water, air, ice, in forests, mud plains, cities, deserts, he paints landscapes of pain or of beauty. When he cannot contain the pain anymore, retreats into existential despair, his wife, Leila, who was with him in spirit on every project in every part of the world while at home with their children, a true curator, guide, turns their focus to healing through affirmation of the beauty of the planet, to re-planting their denuded rainforest in Brazil, to documenting the diversity and beauty of animals, birds & insects of the world. The film ends with renewal, resurgence, regeneration, a joy, transcendent. Of a mountainous desert alive with two and a half million trees.

Wim Wenders has created a portrait of an artist, Sebastiao Salgado, whose face is as smoothly worn, craggy and lined as the mountains he loved and full of the light from the tops of those peaks, which spreads out in every direction.

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Clara, in Allende’s The House of Spirits

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Sun, 14 Jun 2020 08:00:00 -0400

June 14, 2020

Clara, in Allende’s The House of Spirits is, I think, my favourite character in all of literature. Psychic, clairvoyant, telekinetic, someone who could draw many people to her, helper of the poor, I’ve only just read her and am integrating her still. I suspect she is the real writer of the novel and the narrator draws his story from her copious notebooks. Others… Fevvers in Angela Carter’s Nights in the Circus, but not as much as Allende’s Clara. Two books I’m currently reading! This isn’t much of a piece but it does come from the potpourri of a writing life.

But the grass didn’t get cut. The dog wasn’t bathed. There is no coffee cream for the morning. Laundry is still waiting. The floor didn’t get washed. The dishes not done, though that’s an easy task while the kettle boils for coffee. There was no writing. I started and finished a whole section of what is likely a new project and since then, nothing—waiting in writing purgatory. Tapping the keyboard distractedly, waiting for inspiration, for the muse, for a new place to begin again.
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Isabel Allende’s, The House of Spirits

noreply@blogger.com (Brenda Clews) — Fri, 12 Jun 2020 05:30:00 -0400

Another day of nothing. Up till 2am reading Isabel Allende’s, The House of Spirits. Such lives - an incredible book, its social commentary, magic realism. Tired, though. Hammered shelves into the cat closet to put everything stored there so I can remove the kitty litter lid easily for daily cleaning. Felt slightly frazzled all day, with loose electrical wires hanging off my body that should be hooked into substantial activities. Cooked salmon pinwheels for mid-day dinner, followed by Portuguese custard tarts. A cool, sunny day. Waiting for a Laura Ashley cotton quilt that I can ask for a refund on tomorrow if it doesn’t arrive today. Waiting for a Zoom meeting with fellow poets. Waiting for focus to return. Waiting to come back since I seem to be wandering among uncertain particles in the dark matter of the universe. Waiting for nightfall.
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