It was Hilary Clare (formerly C.M. Donald) who introduced me to fat liberation. I have in my library a copy of The Fat Woman Measures Up. I also have a gift — a laminated poster of Obélix sporting a gay pride button.
And the last stanza from the last poem — the last word belongs to the poet:
I'm out of bounds,And so for day 2024
out of breath,
out of sight,
outfront and
out of the closet
and what was it, actually,
that needed to be under control?
I dreamt that Toronto hosted a Lesbian and Gay Book Fair. There was the Canadian Lesbian and Gay Archives and Art Metropole (a non-profit artist-run centre incorporated in 1974) and big publishing houses. There were of course readings and sessions on curating, collecting and marketing. I also dreamt that I won the lottery to underwrite the fair and keep entry fees low. It wasn't quite as big as the Frankfurt Buchmesse but it was big. (It was a dream after all.)
In doing some homework I came across a venerable New York City institution: Rainbow Book Fair. A perusal of the exhibitors lead me to renew acquaintance with RFD and its really farout designs and the most amusing expansions of its namesake acronym. It was fun to discover that there was a Canadian presence at the Rainbow Book Fair — the ever rad Arsenal Pulp Press.
With the World Wide Web, one can dream out loud. :) And frolic
And so for day 1337
11.08.2010
