Six area writers have been invited to pen letters to their younger selves, whether as children or as young adults, and share these aloud with the audience, followed by a Q & A session. The event includes a silent auction, cash bar, and desserts from Cafe Reinette donated by The Writers’ Union of Canada. Proceeds go to our kids camps and sponsoring youth in financial need from Edmonton and rural Alberta to attend.
Marilyn Dumont, Minister Faust, Mieko Ouchi, Thomas Trofimuk, Thomas Wharton and Laurie MacFayden are the featured literati letter writers and presenters. They’ll have copies of their books available for purchase.
Tickets are available at the door for $25.
My second book, Kissing Keeps Us Afloat, was honoured with a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in the poetry category in July. I was not able to attend the awards ceremony in July in New Orleans, so this afternoon Frontenac House publishers Rose and David Scollard have invited me to crash their Quartet 2015 preview party (2 p.m., Harcourt House, Edmonton). I’ve been asked to kick off the readings with some selections from KKUA and my debut collection, White Shirt, which also won a Goldie in 2011. The event starts at 2 p.m. and will be hosted by Quartet editor Micheline Maylor.
This year’s four-pack features:
And when I say lovely, I mean fan-fucking-tastic.
kissing keeps us afloat is a sustained torrent, a laughing rush, a relentless scream/yodel of passion. This red boat has no oars as it crashes against the shores of love, breaks up on the rocks called desire.
Fearless, charismatic, funny, elegant, eloquent and frequently so horny you’d think the sky was falling before her final possible hump. Laurie MacFayden has done something wonderful in the dazzling kissing keeps us afloat.
And we love, love, love the joyous title. Around the office it won the poll for best title this spring.
This collection is a “page-turner.” You really can’t wait to hear what MacFayden is going to burn up and turn red next.
(A poetry page-turner? Blush.)
What MacFayden has done over the course of kissing keeps us afloat is to romp ribald, I mean Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Erica Jong rutting – and like those excellent writers, reach so much more of the reader than simple erotica ever could. In these poems love does not always win, passion is not always requited. That’s not the point. It is the celebrations, the joy you remember that gets you through the dark. The promise of joy that brings us to the threshold of another dawn.
All that jazz and more is in the keen, crisp kissing keeps us afloat.
That Laurie MacFayden, she’s a howler. An Allen Ginsberg howler, celebrating hope and hard love.
(Takes one to know one, methinks, MD)
Today’s book of poetry thinks MacFayden’s kissing keeps us afloat steps up and delivers big time. Love isn’t all sweetness and light, she knows everything.
You can read the full gorgeous love letter here.
(Michael Dennis, can I offer you a ride in my red boat?)
audreys books, 10702 jasper ave., edmonton, 7 p.m.
launch of quartet 2014 featuring new work by poets laurie macfayden, david bateman,
sharanpal ruprai and joan shillington.
this book celebrates the unbridaled joy of romance and the colour red.
we are lied to our entire lives — by our parents,
our siblings, our teachers, our intimates — and yet somehow we survive being lied to and live
to lust again.
this book is about the lust. the burgeoning. the lying. it’s about night swimming. and kissing. so much kissing.
colours. mostly red; but also the blues, the pinks, the sparking golden cymbal crashes of hormones and the ever-hopeful crushes of the human heart. the greens of nature. the lights and darks of the sky, of the human spirit.
yes, virginia, kissing keeps us afloat.
kissing = romance = love.
the state of being in love is all about floating, after all, isn’t it?
in love we float along as if on clouds, as if being carried away by a happy, effervescent stream.
my name is laurie and i like to write about the possibilities of love; of bobbing, floating, keeping our hearts and heads above water.
because love is the lifeline, and the reality is, we’re all drowning.