Upon hearing of the passing of the great Joane Cardinal-Schubert

October 6th, 2009

Joane, our dear aunty, please save a slow waltz for us all in the sweet hereafter. I was told once by an elder that you’ll never see two colours in heaven: red and black. But I am sure that you’ve advocated for your favourite red cowboy boots up there, and I’m sure you’re wearing them now, laughing it up, celebrating, checking up on us all and seeing that all of your hard work, all your trailblazing has paid off. We enjoy so many things now because of your hard work and all you’ve inspired. Yes, save a slow waltz for your friends and family. There’ll be a long line. And we’ll visit in line to see you once again. I hear the bannock and jam up there is superb. And the tea? Handpicked by angels and ancestors all laughing together.

You will always be a cherished soul to all who knew you, and I was very lucky to share time with you. Thank you for reminding us all what this life is about: to lighten the load for others, to make the world a better and brighter place for the future generations, to fight hard for common sense and what’s right everywhere. Mahsi cho. Thank you so very much for the light you brought us all. A ho!

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

Homo Mortis: My top Zombie epics

September 27th, 2009

I love zombies because zombies are already here: in addictions, in what could have been, in empty promises made and believed and held onto, in the horror of our future if we don’t turn things around. Let’s just say they’re the perfect metaphor.

So here are my top fave zombie anythings:

The Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman (Image Comics): if you are thinking of getting back into comics, this is the one. Trust me. The story is brilliant: Rick Grimes wakes up in a hospital only to find the world has Gone to Zombie and his wife is expecting and their son is with them but they’re separated so he makes his way back to her (very romantic) only to find raw (ha ha) factions of humanity, cannibal societies, etc. etc. I follow this series monthly and it’s only getting better.

World War Z by Max Brooks. A great novel. Truly. It’s an oral recounting of how humanity reclaimed itself after the international zombie wars. It’s eerie, haunting, totally terrifying and I loved it. So many unforgettable scenes: the submarine where hundreds of zombies are climbing all over it as it tries to dive; the media coverage of a combat ready battalion being overrun by wave after wave of zombies. E gads. There’s no hope you think but then there is and you just give thanks at the end of the book that it is only a book! So smart!

Monster Island by David Wellington. Oh man, this is so epic. This novel has two protagonists: Dekalb, a UN weapons inspector, who has to find AIDS drugs for the matriarch of Africa. His bodyguards are teenaged militia who are tactical experts armed with you name it: sniper rifles and fully automatic gas powered propulsion amplified buddah buddah guns! He has to get these drugs for the most powerful woman on the planet who has AIDS. They are keeping his daughter alive and safe. If he fails, the safest place on earth will crumble. The other narrator is Gary, who killed himself with a belief that if he could delay his brain suffocating that he could come back as a thinking zombie. Hey, if you can’t beat or eat them, join them! It works! He is Among the Dead and they accept him. You just have to read this. It’s delicious and mind blowing.

I’ll keep this growing but I’d like to know what your fave zombie epics are.

RAAR!

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

Pushing form: the short story

July 31st, 2009

Someone once said, “I wrote a novel because I didn’t have time to write a short story.” For those of us who write novels and short stories, we know how wise these words are because a short story will either work or it won’t. What you don’t want to publish is a story that works as a story but is so sterile it’s both forgettable and without soul. This is what I call “a safe short story” or a “workshop story”, a story that satisfies everyone but the spirit of the story itself.
As we (the fine team at Enfield & Wizenty and I) find ourselves on the home stretch with my new collection of short stories, The Moon of Letting Go, it hit me tonight that I should say something about my approach to short stories. I remember sitting in high school, college and university listening to instructors and authors speak about the form of the short story. I remember thinking to myself, “There has to be more to the short story than the classic set up, build tension, climax, denouement and pay off. I don’t want to keep writing a predictable form to convey my stories.”

In Angel Wing Splash Pattern we had 9 stories that explored 9 different ways to tell 9 different stories; the most obvious one that pushed ‘form’ was “The Night Charles Bukowski Died” because it has no punctuation except for capitalization for new sentences (I had to do this more for myself for when I narrated the story. I had to know when to take a breath pause.). The reason there is no punctuation is it seemed that the velocity of the panicked narration was suffocated by punctuation. It was completely liberating to let a convention go once I knew I had the story that just escalated with fear and the realization that things were just made horribly worse by a plan of revenge.

As I reread all 12 stories in The Moon of Letting Go, I see myself pushing–once again–against the a + b = c aspect of constructing a typical short story. Maybe this is why I love writing novellas: they take their sweet time. What’s the rush? What interests me most in the writing and reading of short stories is new approaches to the tradition of the form. If I’m horrified, surprised, aroused, haunted, wounded or delighted by a short story now, it’s because I’ve been so enchanted with the writing and the form with which it was told that I was “tricked” into suspending my disbelief in the craft utilized to deliver the story like a punch through the heart or a surprise kiss with tongue.

What I love most about writing short stories is having no idea how to construct the story. What I do have, though, is the surrender of will and the trusting myself to find my way through the story in the most powerful way it wants to be told. Yes, there is form; yes, there technique, yes, there is craft. But there is also spirit. I really do believe every great story has a spirit and it’s the weaving, the braiding, the layering, the subconscious and conscious all build the spirit of the story. And it’s also about intent. Often, I’ll imagine the impact of each story on the reader and ask, “What do I think each reader will feel after they read the last word: hope, bewilderment, a split in the heart?”

There is power here for me when I do this.

What I want to evoke in “The Moon of Letting Go” is the everlasting impact of awe, bewilderment, intrigue, wonder, worry, hope and inspiration as readers years from now reflect on my work.

My intent with my writing is to cast the same spell in the readers that I felt when I discovered the true power in great literature—the literature that spoke to me and my heart—when I first started writing. I want to blow people away with what I’ve imagined or conveyed so that the reader is inspired to read and (for all the writers out there) ignite more great writing.

With 25 short stories published now in various magazines, anthologies, literary journals and two collections, I am still in awe of how the idea of a story is brought from the mind, heart and soul through trust and instinct to the page. I will always be in total awe to the craft of writing. It is a riddle, a parable, a passage, the most beautiful surrender to hunt a story as it hunts you. It’s a game.

And thank God for great editors who take the time to really sit back and see what you are trying to do with your stories. I’ve had the very best here in Canada: Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm with Kegedonce Press for Angel Wing Splash Pattern, Barbara Pulling for The Lesser Blessed, Maurice Mierau and Catharina de Bakker of Enfield & Wizenty with The Moon of Letting Go, my dad, Roger Brunt who reads just about everything I write, Andris Taskins and Heidi Harms at Prairie Fire. If you ever have the opportunity to work with any of these editors, get ready to be humbled by those who know how to push you harder than you have ever been pushed before in order to take your writing to the status of literature.

On that note, please let me locate my kind of reading by saying which of the short stories in my life have moved me forever: just about anything by Steven Jessie Bernstein (especially “Letting the Horses Go”), Raymond Carver (the master of the form, in my opinion. I always feel like it’s night time when I read his work.), Miranda July’s no one belongs here more than you, Sherman Alexie (especially his horrific visions of the future), Thomas King’ s A Short History of Indians in Canada, Lee Maracle’s “ The Canoe”, W.P. Kinsella’s “K Mart,” “Quite an Incredible Dance” and “Waiting for the Call” (No, these stories don’t have anything to do with Indians, though I have chuckled through many of his stories of the Ermineskin Reserve), Drew Hayden Taylor’s “A Blurry Image on the 6’o clock News”—these are the stories I think about a lot, even years after I’ve read them. They have astonished me to my core.

I am grateful that all of the 12 stories in The Moon of Letting Go have been published or will be published shortly because most of these stories were edited, reworked and published before this master collection comes out. But just because a story is published in a literary journal or magazine does not mean that it is finished. Oh no! Publication is another chance to read your work in print and see what works and where it fails when it is read or presented. To see all 12 of my short stories once they have been edited individually and as a collection revealed a few things. I tend to use the same names in a few of my characters: Celestine and Shari for some reason. Also, I’m guilty of using a few of the same lines. I won’t get into it but thank goodness my editors called my attention to this. Also, it’s amazing what’s made it into print (we’re talking a few misplaced modifiers, some passive language and a few other grammatical hiccups I won’t go into out of embarrassment), but the key is just because a story is published, please think of this as your chance to make it even better.

Bottom line (and I’m saying this more for myself than anyone): write the magic you would like to read.

I could go on and on about this but I wanted to write this down while it was fresh in my mind.

Mahsi cho for reading.

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

Architecture in Helsinki: Fingers Crossed

July 1st, 2009

Hey, everyone.


If you are looking for a perfect summer soundtrack, may I suggest,”Fingers Crossed” by Architecture in Helsinki.  It’s joyful, fresh and gentle. This is the perfect music to sway to, to slow waltz to, to kiss gently to, to cuddle to. It’s a celebration of humanity and I find I return to it whenever I just want to swoon at the beauty of this life.


It’s brilliant. Please check it out.

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

M83: Digital love

June 29th, 2009

Whenever I listen to M83, I feel like this is all a soundtrack to a movie that we’re all meant to imagine. It’s elegant, angelic and quiet, yet disarming in its anthem-like ability to give each song the space it needs to reach and grow.

I love the church-like atmosphere and layers upon layers in DeadCities, RedSeas & LostGhosts. This album is completely hypnotic and will welcome you into a solar system of hope and dizzy. If you are a bird listening to “Run into Flowers.”, you will fly into windows and probably do it again and again.

Another thing I love is the hysteria M83 reaches with the background vocals and poetry that’s intermittent and spoken at times you least expect it.

If you miss the synthesizers behind the Cure, if you miss Slowdive, if you loved the Eurythmics’ 1984 Soundtrack, you will adore M83. They take their time and I always feel like I’m at a wedding for elves or coming down after witnessing a unicorn mommy give birth to twins while the daddy unicorn stands guard against orcs or dragons. (Well, that’s a bit much, but I think you can sense what I’m saying.) This is splendor and majesty and inspiring.

If you need some soothing, some comfort, some digital love, please check them out.

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

I love Simon Dark (DC Comics), written by Steve Niles, illustrated by Scott Hampton

June 26th, 2009


If you love “Edward Scissorhands” or “Donnie Darko”, have I got a hero for you: Simon Dark. I just finished the 18 issue miniseries and was blown away by how Gotham’s quiet yet vicious protector came to be.

 

Steve Niles (of 30 Days of Night fame) has blown me away once again with this tender character created by the occult. I think this may be his finest writing yet. The pacing of the story, the other characters, the grim black magic, the adorable familiars, Gaius, Marty and Suzy–Simon’s world is just so interesting!

 

And Scott Hampton was the perfect artist for this series as Scott has painted a character that is both innocent and mystifying.

 

The story follows a vigilante figure that beheads predators of the two legged variety. Simon Dark does not know why he was born or who his family is and is on a hunt to figure out why he exists. He’s made from dead bodies! Along the way, he meets friends, a  love interest (Rachel) and family. He’s also being hunted by practitioners of black magic and can I just say I need more stories of Simon. Can we please have novels, movies and more graphic novels? Can someone turn this series into a movie? This is smart storytelling.

 

DC released the series as 18 issues and you can bet that when the graphic novel comes out, there’ll be a resurgence of interest for this series that may have slipped under many comic lovers’ radars.

 

Seriously: if you need a comic series to get lost in, I strongly suggest you check out this cult figure. He’ll charm you.

 

Mahsi cho.

 

Richard


Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

Where I’m at

June 18th, 2009

Hi, everyone.

 

What a magical time in my life. My friend, Steve Sanderson, is illustrating our first comic book together. The title is “Path of the Warrior” and it will be out in August. It’s about using team sports and physical fitness as a deterrent for our youth to steer them away from gangs. I’m proud of the story and can’t wait to show the world what we’ve been up to. Sean Muir of the Healthy Aboriginal Network is our publisher and he’s been fantastic in getting us all organized and focused.

 

It was a joy to have Joseph Boyden and Kateri Akiwenzi-Damm and Anita Daher as well as Jay Ingram and Jim Green up for the 4th Annual NorthWords Literary Festival in Yellowknife this past week. Holy cow, it was fun! Mahsi cho, Yellowknife, for filling our various venues to capacity and then some!

 

Right now, we are putting on the finishing touches of my new short story collection, The Moon of Letting Go, due out with Enfield & Wizenty in Winnipeg. It is due out in August, as well as the comic book.

 

What’s interesting is my short story, “I Count Myself Among Them”, has recently been accepted in the new Summer issue of Prairie Fire. What a coup! I say this as the story was brand new when I submitted it to the editorial team at Prairie Fire, and I thought it was done. So did my editor, Maurice Mierau, at Enfield & Wizenty. We both thought it was done! Then the wonderful Andris Taskans and Heidi Harms at Prairie Fire found a few ways to tweak the story when it came to tenses and a few other insights. So the past 48 hours have been me rewriting in Yellowknife and now Vancouver to take the story to its highest form with two great editors. Once it’s ready for Prairie Fire, we will use this copy for the final version of what makes it into The Moon of Letting Go.

 

I bring this up because I want to praise all of my editors. If it wasn’t for Barbara Pulling, Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm, Maurice Mierau, Heidi Harms, Andris Taskans (who also edited another story in the collection when it was published years ago in Prairie Fire (the story is now called “Idioglossia” in the collection; it was once “Dypthia” in Prairie Fire back in the Autumn of 2001), I would never have reached the level I am at now in learning the craft of writing.

 

And it is a craft: one that involves shelving the ego and learning to listen, learn, reach, trust and vanish within and trust yourself.

 

I am in awe of the creative process. “I Count Myself Among Them” is pure alchemy. I saw it in a vision and have now put it to page and it grows and grows. This vision is as annihilating as “the uranium leaking from rayrock mines and port radium is killing us” (you can hear me recite it at www.richardvancamp.org and it’s published in Angel Wing Splash Pattern.) This is probably my most epic story ever (so far) and I’m honored to have it published in Prairie Fire and I’m grateful to have three skilled editors who’ve groomed it in their own magical ways to take it to where I am astonished it chose me to write it.

 

So, give thanks to your editors, all you writers. Behind every great writer is a fine editor and I just wanted to praise all of mine over the years.

 

It’s funny. Angel Wing Splash Pattern is the stories from my 20’s. The Moon of Letting Go is the stories (so far) in my 30’s.  Yup. I’m climbing my hill to divinity and am grateful for my life.

 

We start shooting The Lesser Blessed next year with First Generation Films in locations to be announced. I begin work on my new novel, Blessing Wendy, once The Moon of Letting Go is complete (I’m superstitious about starting new projects when one is still being put to bed). Then we begin work on the novel, The Strongest Blood, and then Torchy’s epic novel, Godless but Loyal to Heaven.

 

Lots of work but I’m taking my time. I’m a Virgo to the bone and I take my time. You can’t rush beauty–wah!

 

So, I just wanted to check in and let everyone know what I’ve been up to.

 

“No One Will Know” by Bella is what I’m listening to right now. I’ve had it on repeat forever. What a voice. What a voice. Funny: when I cruise I crank U2’s “Pop.” What a soundtrack for a gorgeous summer!

 

I’m on Facebook just about every day. If you want to say hi, say hi.

 

I have just learned (at the tender age of 37) that anger is really fear and I have let go. I let go of so much bubonic fear so long ago. Deal with the fear and the anger dissipates. Writing helped me in so many ways. Writing, truly, is the best therapy. You know this. You’ve always known this. The Lesser Blessed is a story of hope; Blessing Wendy will be about forgiveness. I am on my way to peace.

 

Thank you to everyone who’s helped me so far.

 

I am grateful. You know who you are. I raise my hands to you in utmost respect and gratitude.

 

Mahsi cho.

 

Richard

Ps.

Let’s go watch the sunset!

Richard Van Camp Uncategorized

starting out

June 17th, 2009

Things on my mind: sleep, babies, trying to find time to read and walk and create new daydreams.  The world seems so fast sometimes.  My baby is standing (wasn’t she just born?).  She is barely a baby anymore with curls shadowing her baby scalp.  My boys are long and lean and browned by the sun– their chubbiness is gone, they roll their eyes, their adoration for me seems almost gone.  Their growth is startling and I am noticing brown burns on grass, the way things grow and grow and die themselves out.  Also, I need to sleep more.  I don’t like to sleep.  I kind of do it just to function, but I want to grow to enjoy it, the lay down, the stretching out, the enjoyment of my husband’s face beside mine, but I race to the next day and race to the next and so now I will slow anddtu buy new sheets, and create a haven of sleeptitude that I don’t want to leave.  I am so amazed by the new writing that is out: wow, doesn’t this all seem so great, the words, the voices, the strength through these pages.  Thank you Kateri, Rene, for keeping us all together and in touch.  You never seem to stop working.  I will keep blogging.  I find that nights work best for me–a cool breeze, a strange silence and I can do this!  good night.

Lesley Belleau Uncategorized

Caught a 9lb spring and a 900 lb tree

June 9th, 2009

Afternoon,


A short fish story for you. went fishing saturday morn and our first set we caught a 80lb sturgeon, he cut my hands pretty good as i looked over and saw the gloves i was supposed to be wearing . As we began to pull in net a fish hit it and got snagged good. we pulled it up and there was our supper, a nice fresh 9 lb spring salmon or as some call them: smilees, cause you can’t stop smiling when you catch them. Next set was the end of our day as we pulled up a dead head that i could barely get out of the water. we had to cut 9 fathoms of our net. Went home and sulked. ate fish. smiled.


I am in the process of working on another blog, one for the National Arts Center and i was hoping to get some ideas or perhaps some feedback as to what i might talk about. more dumb fish stories? or perhaps discussion on how a native writer can go from page to stage. which is as some of us already know, is not that easy…


anyways, any feedback or better fish tales than mine would be helpful. I hope everyone is doing well. Here i look forward to my holidays and August when the real fishing begins and my net will be dancing with hundreds of sockeyes and all the trees will be gone from the fraser river.


Joseph

Joseph A. Dandurand Uncategorized

Out of the closet

June 5th, 2009

Yes, it’s true.  I am now a blogger.

Lately, I’ve cancelled by cable and have been watching videos and have come across some extraordinary films.  One film in particular, Opera Jawa by Garin Nugroho, is a sensory feast of Javanese culture and the interpretation of a Hindu epic, The Ramayana in  song, dance and poetry.  The promo material describes it as a Feast for the Eyes.    The filmmakers have employed amazing choreographers and set design create this dream like film  Check it out.

Marilyn Dumont Uncategorized