Happy New Year from two Old-Timers!

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Happy New Year!   Celebrate on!

Here’s my dad, painter James Kemp, as Father Time and museum curator Clare Bice as the New Year Baby in ‘staid’ London 50 odd years ago:)

Un prospero y feliz año 2015!  Thanks for your presence ongoing in my life, Lovely Ones!

Penn

Jim Kemp with brushJimkempMoth1967

Jim Kemp at ease(l)

A moth I brought home for him to paint, 1967.

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Videopoem in tribute to December 26, 2004. “Facing the Epicentre”

In tribute to December 26, 2004.  “Facing the Epicentre”, http://www.ourlondon.ca/2011/03/penn-kemp-offers-a-poem-in-aftermath-of-disaster-in-japan/, a poem from the dvd, Luminous Entrance: a sound opera.

Text by Penn. Reading with Anne Anglin at Aeolian Hall, London ON.
Videography: Dennis Siren

“Facing the Epicentre” and commentary is up on http://didiodatoc.blogspot.com/2011/03/poets-and-bloggers-whove-written-to.html.

For the Moon After Solstice

From Steven McCabe’s post, Word Image. Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.  The poem  and imager was published in Lyrical Myrical Press, Toronto.

The Pageant by Penn Kemp

by Steven McCabe

a. penn text water

On the Moon after Solstice
you dream of hiking contours
to cathedral carol service.

b. transcendental
Singing in the cavern of nave,
omphalos to the world, you curve
on rounded meridian of joy to outer
space, linking with others of like mind.

O.dance of the red skirtsP. oval
You race to catch the authors
to know the next act.  Old tales
are told and tell themselves new.

d. stones in a bowl
You connect fragments, dropping
your lines, dropping me a line
in the cheer of retrieval.

e. darkly

1.double page chapbook imageg. three days
Rings of companions collaborate,
not wanting to recapitulate
events of the day merely or
invent night’s happenstance.

golden huecandlelight
Something’s given, something
larger than the single self.
Presently you’ll know the story
as it is happening to you.

the soilold carnival
Singly or together our dreams
direct us, as if night-given leads
to true script.  What is real
agitates dream into action.

q. altered mss

shift

Penn Kemp is London, Ontario’s inaugural Poet Laureate.

l. abstract ex.

In 2012, Penn Kemp and I published the chapbook Dream Sequins with Lyricalmyrical Press in Toronto. The title refers to Penn’s poetry manuscript. My contribution consisted of 18 ink drawings. I sent Penn a number of scans which I thought related or tangentially connected to her words and she made the final selection. Drawing can be an automatic process, as spontaneous as dreaming, with line unfolding connections not crafted by the conscious mind. My body of drawings 2009 – 2011 expressed a number of intertwined themes & at a certain point Penn and I connected. We were independently working in close enough proximity to our ‘source’ materials that text & image, both floating on a warm parchment paper, felt synonymous. This post was inspired by the idea of using Penn’s words as a design element in constructing digital images while referencing one poem & drawing from the chapbook.

http://poemimage.wordpress.com/2013/03/10/the-pageant-by-penn-kemp/ and images by Steven McCabe!!!

Poem copyright Penn Kemp. Images copyright Steven McCabe. Your visit is appreciated.

The Pageant by Penn Kemp

The Pageant by Penn Kemp.  A poem for Solstice.

Steven McCabe and I published From Dream Sequins with Lyricalmyrical Press in Toronto.

Steven writes: “The title refers to Penn’s poetry manuscript. My contribution consisted of 18 ink drawings. I sent Penn a number of scans which I thought related or tangentially connected to her words and she made the final selection. Drawing can be an automatic process, as spontaneous as dreaming, with line unfolding connections not crafted by the conscious mind. My body of drawings 2009 – 2011 expressed a number of intertwined themes & at a certain point Penn and I connected. We were independently working in close enough proximity to our ‘source’ materials that text & image, both floating on a warm parchment paper, felt synonymous. This post was inspired by the idea of using Penn’s words as a design element in constructing digital images while referencing one poem & drawing from the chapbook.”

Tuning in to change | The London Free Press

Tuning in to change | The London Free Press.

Campus station CHRW marks the 25th anniversary of the Montreal Massacre with words and music

By James Reaney, The London Free Press

Twenty-five years after the murders in Montreal, some of the strongest voices of remembrance and calls for action are in London.

Across Canada, Saturday marks the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women and the 25th anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.

Music and words — all day long — at Western’s 94.9 CHRW stand here for events around the London region. The campus radio station’s Saturday statement All Women’s Voices runs for 24 hours. All day. As it must.

“Our amazing female DJs will be informing and empowering all while playing some of the best female artists out there,” the station says in an admirable call to hearts and minds.

By Saturday morning, hours of programming will have visited music by women, gender culture, high school students and teachers share perspectives.

Still to come Saturday for your empowerment and solidarity are contributions by such Londoners as DJ MediaFrenzy, Words literary festival and Poetry Slam star Emma Blue, the city’s former poet laureate Penn Kemp, The Alcohollys and Tina Powell, who discusses missing and murdered women in the aboriginal community.

“The volunteers came to me with what they wanted to do — and I put a call out to the community for anybody else who wanted be involved,” says CHRW’s program director Allison Brown.

The noon-hour ceremony and Ritual of Re-Membering is at the Mother St. James Auditorium, Brescia University College is to be broadcast live. It honours the loss of the 14 women murdered 25 years ago at Ecole Polytechnique, and to all women who have lost their lives to gender-based violence. That’s when Kemp’s poem The Invocation will be heard…