liberation Quill Touch All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head with anticipation of light. from Lisel Mueller's "All Night" in her collection "Waving from Shore" (1989) 030212 ... silentbob once you've slept with everyone and it still doesn't work out maybe you'll see the problem on the insiiiiiiide 040701 ... Crazy Horse I've got Yellow Hair Cornered at the Big Horn And I'm about to Set Him Free 040702 ... belly fire In the dark it was hard to make out the happy faces of the city people far below us; children dancing wildly, spelling their names with sparklers, the flash of a digital camera as parents captured holiday moments, spouses and new lovers curled on blankets. Everyone was in such a tangible anticipation for the fireworks to begin. From my place on the 12th floor I could sweep a look across the cityscape and see dozens of neighbourhoods already celebrating. Some launched simple blues, greens and yellows into the sky from their backyards while others had more spectacular displays; brilliant tails of white plumes mixed with golds and purples. All of it was breathtaking. The moon radiated a deep orange, almost pink, and then ducked behind the clouds...the carnival music suddenly became hushed and the traffic slowed to a halt as the first of the city firworks shot into the air. Trevor joined me on the balcony and we sat together in our fuzzy robes laughing and gasping at the display all around us. When it was over, it took minutes for the large crowd to all but disappear - and in the night the carnival packed up and drove away. In the morning, however, the Canada Day flags remained everywhere one could look. 040702 ... damn liberation from self, emancipation, the realisation of all one could be - screw it, death is easier 040703 ... spoons elevation 65... 3 degrees west... steady now... steady... 040706 what's it to you? who go blather from