For those lucky enough to have survived it, the worst thing that happened in the 20th century was the malaise that defined it: the ubiquitous and relentless attempt of every political power to terminate public discourse, as reaffirmed by Mikhail Gorbachev and George H.W. Bush at the Malta summit on December 3, 1989. Only weeks before, the world had witnessed the fall of the Berlin wall, as West and East Germans engaged in a spontaneous populist movement to tear down the symbolic barrier that had divided not only them, but also the rest of the world.
There is always a balance to be struck between driving “development” and protecting the “environment.” Despite the present government’s claim that their new legislation will provide both increased development and protection of the environment, it is obvious that their legislative initiatives are moving Canada toward more development and less environmental regulation & assessment. Whether that is good or not is a political question, of course, but here are some of the particulars.
I get some pretty good mail. Oh, wait, let me back up and put that into context.
After all, I’m already so beloved in the spoken-word community, I have nothing to lose.
The winning entries in the 2012 Lush Triumphant Literary Awards are:
Carleigh Baker (Vancouver, BC) for "Last Call"
Runner-up: M.E. Powell (Regina, SK) for "Grid Lines"
Susan Musgrave (Masset, BC) for "The Goodness of This World"
Runner-up: Ashley-Elizabeth Best (Kingston, ON) for "Erratics"
Honourable Mention: Julia Zarankin (Toronto, ON) for "Beat, Pulse, Stir, Mash"
The winning entries appear in Issue #63 (on newsstands now!). The 11th Annual Lush Triumphant Awards competition is now open (click the link at the top of the page!)
All entrants receive a complimentary one-year subscription to subTerrain
At the opening of Samuel Beckett’s 1953 tragicomedy, Waiting for Godot, we see two “tramps,” Estragon (Gogo) and Vladimir (Didi), waiting beside a dead tree on a desolate country road. They are waiting for a man to arrive, a man named Godot. They appear to have bet the farm on this chance meeting and are down to their last carrot and turnip, their clothes and shoes worn to tatters.
subTerrain started out as a dream, an idea of literary rebellion, a shadow-self calling out to be born. It was 1988, the nascent days of desktop publishing, and truly a transitional period in the world of print. For the first time in the history of printing, the means of production were actually in the hands of the masses. Armed with only a Personal PC, a “typesetting” software program (not some expensive commercial typesetting equipment such as a Compugraphic machine) and a laser printer, virtually anyone could produce a professional looking publication.