Since it's been a bustling kind of week, this seems like a great time to sink into a good poem or two. Having recently read a great article by Anne Compton about the poetry of Michael Symmons Roberts in the Summer 2010 issue of Arc Poetry magazine, I would like to indulge in some Roberts (Compton makes an eloquent case for why Roberts is a must read) but, as it will take awhile for me to get my hands on some copies of his work, I had to look elsewhere for an immediate poetry fix. To that end, I've been reading (thanks to the generous people at Nightwood) Triny Finlay's new collection, Histories Haunt Us.  

More on same as soon as the painting is accomplished . . .

my posting life has been overtaken by greens and blues (we're painting a few rooms in our new home).  Lately, in fact, it has been all about painting. I'm thinking green is a nice colour . . . and there are such lovely paint names for it (but are these paint names like lipstick names which inevitably sound so much better than they look?).