Month: November 2013

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He Will Pitch His Tent at The Traymore

by Jason Freure

In the interest of full disclosure, I am personally acquainted with poet and novelist Norm Sibum, author of The Traymore Rooms. This is the 700 page book that “nearly bankrupted” Biblioasis, according to the host of their Toronto launch party. The last time I spoke with Norm,

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Readings & Revelry Tonight!

by The Town Crier

We’re taking a day off today in honour of The Puritan’s annual BLACK FRIDAY bash. Join the editors, staff, and readers of The Puritan at The Monarch Tavern (12 Clinton) starting at 7:30 p.m ($5 or P.W.Y.C.). Help us celebrate the winners of our Second Annual Thomas Morton Memorial Prize in Literary Excellence: Aurora Brackett for her stellar short story, 

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Author Notes: Hannah Peck

by Hannah Peck

Puritan XXIII contributor Hannah Peck answers some questions regarding the composition of her poem “Principles,” what she’s been reading lately, and how mishearing vocals might accidentally inspire her.

Town Crier: Does your poem have an interesting origin story/compositional history you’d like to share?

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Poetry: The Next Generation

by Tracy Kyncl

One of the greatest pleasures involved with being a Publicity Agent for The Puritan is constant exposure to the new generation of writers that is slowly marking its literary territory. On November 20th I attended the Odourless Press launch at No One Writes to the Colonel to see what the up-and-coming publishing house—established just two years ago—had to offer.

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From the Vaults: Matthew Loney

by Matthew Loney

As a child, I remember bedtime stories about the Priests of Baal, about fish-worshipping Philistines and depraved, calf-smithing Hebrews. They were meant to be a horrifying people, the idolaters. The kind of folk who lacked scruples, who succumbed, who were defiantly pagan and unremorsefully erotic. They were the kind we should strive to be the opposite of—a negative exemplary.

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Rob Ford Grotesque

by André Babyn

Thursday on this site E Martin Nolan wondered whether there was such a thing as the “Rob Ford sublime.” He asked this question because he found that while he disliked Ford, he couldn’t look away from him: explaining that, looking at Ford, even “while your neck jerks back, [your] eyes are even more locked in.” Nolan’s statement reminded me of a moment in Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels,

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From the Vaults: Joel McConvey

by Joel McConvey

“The Black Sands of Samyang” is one of the first pieces of fiction I wrote about the island of Jeju-do, where I lived for two years, and which has become a particular obsession of mine and a major presence in my work. Jeju is a weird tidbit of South Korea,

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Beyond the Rob Ford Sublime

by E. Martin Nolan

“What are commonly and ever more often perceived as ‘public issues’ are private problems of public figures. The time-honoured question of democratic politics—how useful or detrimental is the way public figures exercise their public duties to the welfare and well-being of their subjects/electors?—has fallen by the board, beckoning to public interests in good society,

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From the Vaults: Andrew Boden

by Andrew Boden

Andrew Boden discusses Issue XVII‘s “The Half-Life of Salvador Barbary.”

In “Salvador Barbary,” a young, Eastern European couple gives birth to a grossly deformed child who, without the aid of machines, lives. It’s a story, among other things, about our will to “keep on keeping on” in the face of overwhelming obstacles.

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Causing a Ruckus

by Tracy Kyncl

You can tell just by looking at Ruckus Readings’s website that the organizers pursue two fundamental qualities when creating an event: originality and fun. On Sunday, November 17th I attended “Ruckus Readings Volume V: There’s a Rucker Born Every Minute” at The Only Cafe. The venue is part bar, part cafe,