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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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October 19, 1907
Dearest sister,
Thank you so much for the clipping of you and Charles. I had no idea that there was a new theater opening in Buxney... I'm teasing you. I'm glad that you've found a cause that you're passionate about. I, honestly, hadn't given a woman's right to vote much thought but after reading your article I've been giving it quite a bit of thought. I spoke to Daisy about it and it just seems the next natural evolution of things. I trust Daisy with running our home and with her making purchases that we need. She's a competant woman - so why shouldn't she have the right to vote? I think I must start paying more attention to the world around me rather than just the mountain we live on.
I can't believe that our two oldest children are teenagers now. Walter just turned 13 last month and he's starting to really develop into his own person. He's developed a real liking for baseball, which makes me very happy. We got him a baseball and bat for his birthday, and every afternoon I try to get out in the yard and throw him a few. He's really gotten quite good and he's talking about trying out for the local team when he's old enough.
Your devoted brother,
Thomas
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todayclassical · 7 years
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September 02 in Music History
1397 Death of Italian composer and organist Francesco Landini. 
1661 Birth of German composer and organist Georg Bohm.
1716 Birth of composer Johann Trier.
1750 Birth of composer Pehr Frigel.
1806 Birth of wood and straw instrument virtuoso Michal Jozef Guzikov in Szklow. 
1813 Birth of bass-baritone Gustav Holzel.
1814 Birth of Hungarian composer Mihaly Mosonyi.
1863 Birth of Dutch composer Alphons Diepenbrock in Amsterdam. 
1863 Birth of French pianist Isidore Philipp in Pest. 
1871 Birth of baritone Kennerley Rumford.
1875 Death of American violinist and conductor Ureli Corelli Hill.
1888 Birth of Hungarian bass-baritone Friedrich Schorr in Nagyvarad. 
1892 Birth of composer Felix Wolfes.
1895 Birth of soprano Mercedes Llopart.
1896 Birth of soprano Rosetta Pampanini.
1900 Birth of bass Wilhelm Strienz.
1904 Birth of Swedish tenor Set Svanholm in Vasteras. 
1910 Birth of baritone Bruce Boyce.
1911 Birth of Chilean composer Rene Astaburuaga in Santiago.
1915 Birth of composer Hans Joachim Koellreutter.
1916 Death of tenor Max Schlosser.
1917 Birth of Brazilian guitarist Laurindo Almeida. 
1919 Birth of composer Gideon William Waldrop.
1924 FP of Rudolf Frim's Rose Marie, with great reviews, in NYC.
1927 Birth of composer Tzvi Avni.
1928 Birth of composer Miloslav Istvan.
1930 Birth of baritone Zdzislav Klimek.
1934 Birth of American composer Michael Sahl in Boston, MA.
1936 Birth of British composer David Blake in London.
1938 Birth of soprano Ruzena Maturova.
1942 Birth of American composer Greg A. Steinke.
1943 Birth of American cellist Gayle Smith in Los Angeles.
1945 Birth of soprano Sona Ghazarian.
1951 Birth of American composer Ira J. Mowitz.
1954 Birth of American composer Timothy Kucij in Whittier, CA.
1954 Birth of American composer and harpist Stephanie Bennett.
1956 Birth of English oboist and conductor Paul Goodwin.
1960 FP of W. Walton's Symphony No. 2 at the Edinburgh Festival by the Royal Liverpool Orchestra conducted by John Pritchard.
1963 Death of tenor Laszlo Szemere.
1966 FP of Nino Rota's ballet La Strada 'The Road' from his score for the Fellini film, at La Scala in Milan.
1970 Death of Dutch composer Kees van Baaren in Oegstgeest. 
1971 Birth of Hungarian composer Pèter Koszeghy in Balassagyarmat.
1972 FP of K. Penderecki's Cello Concerto, at the Edinburgh Festival in Scotland.
1973 Death of tenor Ralph Errolle.
1975 FP of Joonas Kokkonen's opera The Last Temptations in Helsinki.
1980 FP of Peter Maxwell Davies' opera The Lighthouse in Edinburgh.
1981 Death of Polish composer Tadeusz Baird in Warsaw. 
1992 FP of Aribert Reimann's opera Das Schloss 'The Castle', from the novel by Franz Kafka, at the Deutsche Opera in Berlin.
1996 Death of American composer Otto Luening at age 96, in NYC. 
1996 Death of American composer Lee Gannon, auto accident in Nashville, TN. 
1997 Death of Rudolph Bing, former director of the MET Opera.
1999 Death of baritone Giuseppe Modesti.
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limejuicer1862 · 5 years
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Wombwell Rainbow Interviews
I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers two options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger.
The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.
rob mclennan
Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than thirty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, he won the John Newlove Poetry Award in 2010, the Council for the Arts in Ottawa Mid-Career Award in 2014, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2012 and 2017. In March, 2016, he was inducted into the VERSe Ottawa Hall of Honour. His most recent poetry titles include A halt, which is empty (Mansfield Press, 2019) and Life sentence, (Spuyten Duyvil, 2019). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics (ottawater.com/seventeenseconds), Touch the Donkey (touchthedonkey.blogspot.com) and the Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (ottawater.com). He is “Interviews Editor” at Queen Mob’s Teahouse, editor of my (small press) writing day, and an editor/managing editor of many gendered mothers. He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com. He has a million links to books, chapbooks, interviews and other activity at his author page: robmclennanauthor.blogspot.com
The Interview
What inspired you to write poetry?
That’s a good question. I’m not entirely sure, and it’s a question I was asked by another not that long ago. I think poetry found me, and the finding, during my early high school years, solidified some of the thinking I’d already been attempting. Writing simply made sense.
It helped that I had a good social group around me during that period, many of whom were also experimenting with the beginnings of writing. We even started a small publication that our English teacher put together for us, and I contributed poems, postcard fictions and a couple of drawings.
Once my twenties began, it was the birth of my first child that really made me realize I should either pay attention to “this writing thing” properly, or simply not bother. She was born two months before I turned twenty-one, and I was soon running a home daycare full-time so I could stay home with her (taking in two other children five days a week, ten hours a day). I was writing in a coffee shop three nights a week during that period, from 7pm to midnight.
Who introduced you to poetry?
During my mid-teen years, my girlfriend (the eventual mother of my first child) was a big reader, and she introduced me to many things, including poetry and fiction, predominantly Canadian literature of the period—Leonard Cohen, Margaret Atwood, Margaret Lawrence, George Bowering, John Newlove, Alice Munro, Michael Ondaatje, Elizabeth Smart, etcetera. Through another high school peer, I became introduced to the work of Richard Brautigan, who remains my preferred American writer. I have a soft spot for him and his work I refuse to relinquish.
How aware were you of the dominating presence of older poets?
“Dominating” seems an odd word. Anyone who publishes, especially for an extended period, is going to overshadow anyone younger who hasn’t yet published. Also: I’ve known a great many ‘older poets’ who have been remarkably generous with emerging writers, many of whom might not have managed to get to where they needed to gain traction with their own work without that kind of mentoring. I, myself, spent my teens and twenties encouraged by a great number of well-established writers, including Henry Beissel, Gary Geddes, Ken Norris, Judith Fitzgerald, John Newlove, George Bowering, Bruce Whiteman, Robert Hogg, Diana Brebner, John Barton, Mark Frutkin, Barry McKinnon, Elizabeth Hay and others.
I was aware of other writers only abstractly during my teen years, with few examples. Gary Geddes and Henry Beissel lived close, and I became aware of them through high school workshops. Ralph Connor was very much on my radar, as he’d written extensively on and around my geographic area, but he existed as a historical figure, not as a contemporary one (he sold a million copies of his books in 1900, being Canada’s earliest, if not first, best-selling fiction writer). It was only once I moved from the farm to the city at nineteen that I began moving through bookstores and libraries and multiple reading series, and getting a slow sense of what was happening with writing.
By the time I was twenty-three (1993), I’d started reviewing poetry titles, which quickly emerged into what has become a lengthy engagement with reviewing poetry, fiction and non-fiction books, journals and chapbooks. I started with a column in our local weekly paper in 1994, but by the end of the decade that had fizzed out, which eventually shifted my attention online, and my blog, which began sometime in 2003. For many years, as reader, writer, editor, reading series organizer and publisher, I’ve made it my business to be aware of as much as I possibly, humanly, can.
What is your daily writing routine?
Before the birth of our wee girls (who are now three and five and a half), I was writing daily from the time I woke until late afternoon, and even kept “office hours” at a donut shop from 1994 to 2000, before shifting over to a coffee shop (once my donut shop closed) where I sat daily for fourteen further years. Once the (more recent) wee children plus our house, I moved from writing almost exclusively in public spaces to sitting at my desk in a home office. These days, I’m either with the children, or I’m at my desk. There aren’t many opportunities for much else.
I’m currently writing around their summer program schedule—three mornings a week from 9am to 12:30pm—before I collect them from the church down the street for further adventures. There are times they are willing to play quietly, whether downstairs or in the living room, which allows me some further time at my desk, but I try to be careful with that. Once September hits, our big one begins grade one, and the wee one most likely returns to her three mornings plus two full (school) days a week, which will allow me some further attention. Perhaps that might even open the possibility that I return to that “big novel” I keep promising myself I’m still working on.
What motivates you to write?
This would seem an odd question to pose to a dairy farmer: what motivates you to milk the cows? Or to a welder: what motivates you to weld? So I offer: this is what I do. I start projects to make sense of things, and to explore particular subjects, thoughts and shapes. I finish projects because I am project-oriented (and am often eager to get to whatever might come next). Perhaps it comes from being the son of a self-directed dairy farmer, but I see what I do very much as existing in a working-class ethic. I get up, I work. I keep working. Very “Alice Munro” in my Scottish-Protestant ethic.
What is your work ethic?
My work ethic is the muscle I utilize to create and complete work. It is something I struggled to establish during my twenties, and has sustained much of my writing since.
How do the writers you read when you were young influence you today?
George Bowering was a great jumping-off point for my reading and research. He remained my favourite Canadian poet for two decades or more. He is often underacknowledged in CanLit for his wide range, and enormous amount, of editorial work and critical writing. He did, it was said, more critical work on those around him than any other writer of his generation. Through him, I discovered the work of a great deal of writers, from established to emerging, from mainstream to experimental, from Canadian to international. If one thought inevitably leads to another, so, too, my reading and thinking, and Bowering, singularly, increased my awareness exponentially.
And there are multiple books and authors I continue to return to, for rejuvenation, or solace. I’m rereading Jack Spicer these days, for example. Before that, I was digging through, yet again, Rosmarie Waldrop and Norma Cole.
Who of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?
There are many! And too many to list here. But I am always excited to see new works by Lydia Davis, Lorrie Moore, Rosmarie Waldrop, George Bowering, Stuart Ross, Gil McElroy, Jason Christie, Brecken Hancock, Julie Carr, Pattie McCarthy, Erín Moure, Jack Davis, Monty Reid, Stephen Brockwell, Pearl Pirie, Amanda Earl, Stephen Collis, Sarah Manguso, Cole Swensen, Megan Kaminski, Anna Gurton-Wachter, Hailey Higdon, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Jordan Abel, derek beaulieu, Sarah Mangold, Sandra Ridley, Hoa Nguyen, Jessica Smith, etcetera. There are so many writers doing amazing things! And there are new things to learn and relearn from every one of them. I want to experience it all. I like seeing what I haven’t before, which can often be difficult. I want to see work that challenges the way I think of writing, and thinking.
Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?
This is something I know I can do, and do very well. I also really enjoy it.
It makes sense to me when I tell myself that I write. I am a writer.
What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”
Write as much as possible. Read as much as possible. Be fearless. Employ the long game.
Be open. Engage with others attempting the same. Edit later. Don’t be afraid to fail.
Keep going. Repeat as necessary.
Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.
Since January I’ve been working on a poetry manuscript titled “book of magazine verse,” which plays off Jack Spicer’s title, writing poems that aim themselves toward specific journals and presses. In hindsight, I’m realizing just how little such pointed compositions are acknowledged, and I’m enjoying seeing where the poems end up taking me. If one attempts a couple of poems for Fence magazine, for example, they are going to sound very different than, say, poems that one might send to Grain magazine, so why not play with that structure? So much contemporary literary production would be lost without the little magazine and the small and smaller presses.
I’ve also been poking at a handful of short stories, attempting to get a sense of where a new manuscript might take me, especially since completing a further manuscript of short stories last year. I don’t just want new stories to sound like an extension of what that prior book was doing. I want to see if I can do something different with the tone, and the structure. I’m still feeling it out. I’m also working on a follow-up manuscript of postcard stories, furthering a line begun with the publication of my debut collection of short short stories, The Uncertainty Principle: stories, (Ottawa ON: Chaudiere Books, 2014). I step into that manuscript every so often, but am not in any particular hurry, there.
There are numerous other projects in various states of incompleteness, which I would like to focus on, but I might have to wait until the fall before I can consider any of that. I mean, I’ve a post-mother creative non-fiction manuscript, “The Last Good Year,” that could use reworking. I’m half-through a poetry manuscript, “snow day,” currently made up of two longer prose poems (I haven’t yet decided on what the potential third section might look like). I’ve multiple unpublished manuscripts of literary essays that could use some attention, and re-shaping, for potential publication.
  There is so much more that needs to be done.
Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: rob mclennan Wombwell Rainbow Interviews I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me.
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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January 3, 1909
--excerpt from Thomas' private journal--
Life has settled into a blissful routine of housework, reflection, and free time. The BRT still meets every Tuesday. There are new faces as old faces have gone on. I lost my best friend, Ervin, last year and I still feel that loss every day. The girls are pursuing their interests along with the skills that Daisy thinks they'll need. Daisy and I are finding more time to be a couple and not just parents. It's good to know I can still make her swoon. Walter turns 15 this year and plan on trying out for the baseball team. He's been working so hard on his fitness that I hope he makes it.
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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February 28, 1906
Dearest darling sister,
It's been a mild winter so far and the children have been enjoying time out of doors. It's still just as windy and cold but they're happy to still be able to play amongst the fallen trees and logs.
Things are fine here. There is talk of starting a baseball team for the local boys. They all just mill about and waste their time. I am whole-heartedly for this idea. Maybe when Walter is older he will want to partake in the game. Margaret is still singing. She's anxious for the day that she can sing in the choir. Mildred looses herself in her books. I wish there was a bigger selection at the local shop, but luckily we can mail order what they don't have. Josephine is doing well. She's got her own sense of fashion and she and Daisy are butting heads over what is proper for her to wear already. I fear her teen years.
I am eager to hear of how things are with you.
Your devoted brother,
Thomas
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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May 6, 1905
We celebrated Josephine's 5th birthday this past week. How has my little girl grown so? It was a total crush in the house with all of Julia's family and all of ours, but it was a good time. I'd forgotten just how old Julia's children are. Virginia is now a teenager!
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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December 18, 1906
Dearest Thomas,
I've enclosed a photograph of the children and I. Leslie has sprouted up so tall that he is almost taller than I! Kemp, Nathaniel does not like his given name so he goes by what Eunice called him as a baby, has not yet had his growth spurt yet so he and Eunice are almost the same height. Eunice styles her hair higher so that they are closer in height. I've told her that's a cheeky thing to do, but she just grins at me and says she's aware. I do not know where they get such sass - do not tell me it is me, because I am well aware of where they get it from.
Things are going well for us. I keep busy sewing for the local ladies while Leslie manages our now even smaller garden. We have what we need though and that is all that one can ask for.
How are things there? How is Daisy doing with your brood? She must be happy to have some time now that all of them are in school.
Your darling sister,
Virginia
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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November 18, 1905
My dear wife turned 30 this month. She doesn't look 30. She's still as youthful as the day I met her. She's passed her freckles onto all of our children, but I don't mind as I know they're mine and hers. She has adapted well to having all the children in school. She volunteers her time at the church and spends a few hours every day working with some of the other wives and mothers coming up with teachings for the younger children. She and Margaret have spent many an hour together. Margaret is curious as to how she bakes bread and asks many questions. Daisy is happy to share her love of baking with all the children, but only Margeret seems to really have an interest in it. Margaret has also taken to practicing song. She loves to sing, especially in church on Sunday.
I told her that next year, if it suits Mary, that we'd take a little holiday to Buxney. She seemed excited at the prospect. Maybe I should only take her and I. I'm sure I could ask Julia to watch the children. I think I should like to take a holiday with only my wife.
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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March 20, 1905
Dearest sister,
I was so worried when I saw the headline about Buxney burning. You are so fortunate that your home was spared. I read the the trainstation and the hotel were able to be saved but were suffered some damage. Is Charles going to petition that the school be rebuilt? I'm so sorry that it was burned to the ground along with homes near it. How are things? Do you need anything?
Things here are well. We've fallen into a comforting routine. I play cards several times a week after union meetings with some of the brothers. Daisy and I still find time to ourselves, and the children are helping more around the house. Dinner time with them is one of my favorite things.
Your devoted brother,
Thomas
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sims-half-crazy · 2 years
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July 17, 1903
Things have settled into a comfortable routine and I must say the consistency of it is rather nice. During the day, Daisy is busy with the younger girls, and now that Mildred is almost 5 she can help her out a bit more with Josephine.
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When I come home from the tracks, I talk about my day with whatever children are inside. Some days its only the older two, but most days it's the younger two. Walter spends time with the dogs that frequent the neighborhood or he's down at the lake, behind the house, fishing. He's becoming quite good at it and he'll bring home his bigger catches so that Daisy can fry them up for dinner.
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October 21, 1901
It feels as if all my days are filled with strife. I can't seem to get away from it unless I'm in the walls of my home.
The brotherhood is calling for strikes and work stoppages, but the union is trying to work things out civilly. The men are tired of waiting though. I fear what this next year will bring.
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April 10, 1901
Dearest darling sister,
I'm sorry to hear that things went so badly with Charles. I cannot say that I'm suprised, though. I had misgivings even when you were just courting but you seemed happy so I was happy to let you be happy. Please let me know if you need anything. Daisy and I will do our best to help support you in any way we can. We don't have much, but we have been able to save a bit should you need it. I'm glad that you've been able to procure work as a seamstress. I think that that should suit you quite well. You were always adept with needle and thread.
I was saddened to receive news of Jane's passing. Arthur must be devastated. They were even closer after the loss of their babe. I do hope he recovers from this.
Things here are going well. Daisy manages our 4 children with ease. Although, I don't have any idea where I'm going to put Josephine to sleep after she's out of her crib. Some of the families here have stacked beds on top of other beds so that everyone has a spot to sleep. I think we might have to do the same thing. Walter is growing up to be a fine boy. He helps his mother with his sisters and he helps take care of the few chickens we have. He gets on well with Julia's children and he's adept at fishing when the weather is nice enough to allow it.
The union is becoming increasingly dissatisfied with responses from the railroad about the working conditions and agreement with the coal company. They're asking to much of us. Men are getting hurt or killed and it's becoming difficult to entice men to stay. The only thing that a lot of them are staying for is the paycheck, but even that is not enough sometimes. Our insurance rates are getting higher and we keep upping the insurance payouts but our monthly expenses are skyrocketing for the chapter. I fear that a strike is on the horizon. I hear from friends that the coal union is having similar troubles with their brotherhood. I wonder that if our unions didn't join together if we'd have a greater voice to be heard. These are uncertain times to be sure.
Your devoted brother,
Thomas
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May 21, 1900
I have 4 children. I have been home for only one of their births. How is it that some men are home for the birth of their children? Do their wives conveniently go into labor in the middle of the night? Maybe the good Lord was sparing me by making me work?
Julia tells me that Daisy could have done this one by lonesome. Thankfully Margaret is of an age where she can help somewhat. I don't know how the 3 year old helps, but apparently her standing on our front porch hollering for "Auntie Ulia!" was enough of a signal for Julia to come around. Margaret was quite proud of herself that she 'elped.
Josephine Jackson is almost 3 weeks old and I feel like she's still feeling us out as a family. She's sometimes the sweetest babe there is, and then there are times...
Walter has taken to calling her JJ. I dislike this immensely. The child's name is Josephine. I think he delights in tormenting me. He's gotten quite close with Hiram Francis which makes me happy. I'm glad that we live close to some of their cousins so that they might grow to know them the same we did our cousins.
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March 18, 1900
Dearest Sister,
Glad to hear your family is doing well! I'm glad that Adalyn had another healthy girl, and not to sound to indelicate but isn't she getting a bit beyond her child-bearing years? She must be over 40 by now, but maybe my memory is failing me. It's nice that Jenifer keeps you abreast of the goings on with Nan's girls.
Mildred is a proper toddler now - she's getting into everything but it brings my heart such joy to see that at least one of our children has Daisy's fiery red locks. Walter and Margaret both has a small patches of freckles just like their mother, but their hair matches my own dark locks.
Most evenings you'll find all of us in the main room around the fireplace (which seems to go all year). The children enjoy dancing to the phonograph, while I read or carry out chapter business. Daisy is usually knitting or encouraging the children to get along. Things have settled into a pleasant pace, but I wonder if the new baby will disrupt that. I'm going to have to stack beds on top of one another in order to fit all the children in their room.
Your devoted brother,
Thomas
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