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A Few Notes on Geography and Drowning
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from Kent Bruyneel

Miguel--

1.A few notes on Geography & Drowning: I live on a one-way street with almost no traffic and the snow is piled up along side the sidewalks carelessly. The snow is turned black and formed into shapes that look like great slabs of broken, thick asphalt, or the coffins of the very small, or both: capsized and stuffed to an ill-fit along the side of a road. Discarded, I assume, to be cleaned by the street cleaning people, and to be limped by by everyone else. Follow the bodies down 4th street south to my office on the banks of the Saskatchewan River where it looks like you could just jump down off the Broadway bridge and float into and run down and jump off and land safely alive and run again on the snow banks and across, but you couldn't. You'd freeze or drown or worse. If it was night you'd call for a long time, but sound doesn't escape a river in winter. Even the most awful ones stay trapped by the banks and snow and (let's face it) the limits of standing water. Your cries would never be heard again. And neither would you. Even you. You'd be dead for sure. Forget.

2. A List of People I would like to read Forget: Greg Matheson, Steve Taylor, Lester Coleman, The Earle of Death, Andre Laguerre, Caroline Heath, Martin Dorrell and bpNichol.

3. If we were a football team you would be: Ray Lewis.

4. An excerpt from my as yet-unfinished Master's project report due at Simon Fraser University any day now: "We sorted and piled and realized there was enough material in [Forget's] archives to publish at least three books. The idea that we would have to re-read everything we had already published was so awe-inspiring that we had to sit down, get up and go for a walk. July was slowly fading, and we realized that we would be at this for months. There was so much, and because the website had never been more popular than it was then, we were getting more and better submissions every day. Where do we cut it off? We asked. Should we keep trying to shoehorn new good material into the manuscript until the last possible moment? Osborne said beard-smiling that 'you always want to leave the door open', but we needed to define the period we were acquiring from, despite that, even if only to be able to end the acquisitions process, and keep moving forward. But how long? O Lord, How long?"

5. We cry out anyway Miguel, no matter who hears: That's what's important.

6. Exodus Ominous: With love, and my fondest affection for you and Forget and all who have done so much for it over the years; and what it all stands for; and what it will/can/wants to be; and how long it will all last.

Kent Bruyneel is gone. For now.

 

 

 


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