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As
I format about tomorrow and the pursuit
at hand, a wintry friend abruptly asks me
to delve with the past. For something has
been written, published. Yup, yet another
book. This one is called Impure:
Reinventing the Word. You can’t
read them all, but it is conceivable that
I might put that one on my already overloaded
wish list. Quasiquoting the publisher, this
ambitious book documents the history of
the vibrant spoken word scene in Montreal
from 1960 to the present.
Having
been much involved in that very scene for
several, long departed years — according
to the table of contents, my bestowal would
span over 3 distinct epochs! —, I am
indeed curious as to what time did with
our folichonneries.
History
in the making : The SCP arriving
at the Théâtre Milieu,
in Montréal, for its Ultimatum
Festival performance.
As
I format about tomorrow and the pursuit
at hand, a wintry friend abruptly asks me
to delve with the archives. For sections
of that book would concern the Montreal
Ultimatum
Festival. Good. I was there. On stage with
La Société
de Conservation du Présent.
And ready to scroll. If I remember correctly
our Ultimatum contribution, we painted a
gigantic virtual roll of LifeSavers onto
a projection screen while reciting verbatim
about such cliché topics as Rectitude
and Devotion.
But
I could be wrong… we might have done
something else that night. For we didn’t
care much about History, back then…
we were making it. However, there is one
thing I do vividly remember. The organiser
of the Ultimatum Festival was a wintry friend
named Alan. And Lord knows he tried his
very best to make sense out of our délire
du moment. And uprightly, I might add.
15.01.2002
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