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you are entirely happy with your poem / you are not happy then there is no charge and your deposit is returned / you are totally satisfied with the outcome / you are a man / you are a little confused / you are entirely happy with your poem / you are not happy then there is no charge and your deposit is returned / you are totally satisfied with the outcome . . . Apostrophe is: a) a figure of speech in which a person, an abstract quality or a nonexistent entity is addressed as though present b) a poem written in 1993 in which every sentence is an apostrophe c) a

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Publié par	Ecw Press
Date de parution	05 avril 2006
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781554902668
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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apostrophe
apostrophe
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Bill Kennedy and Darren Wershler-Henry
Apostrophe (ninety-four) copyright Bill Kennedy, 1994 Afterword Bill Kennedy and Darren Wershler-Henry, 2006
This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike2.5 Canada License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/ca/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 543 Howard Street, 5th Floor, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.
Bill Kennedy and Darren Wershler-Henry have not accepted royalties for this work. All royalties from the sales of this book will be donated to Creative Commons Canada, a nonprofit organization funded entirely by grants and public donations.
The publication of apostrophe has been generously supported by the Canada Council, the Ontario Arts Council, and the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program.

LIBRARY AND ARCHIVES CANADA CATALOGUING IN PUBLICATION
Kennedy, Bill, 1969 -
Apostrophe / Bill Kennedy and Darren Wershler-Henry.
A misFit book .
Poems.
ISBN 1-55022-722-x
1. Canadian poetry (English) - 21st century. I. Wershler-Henry, Darren S. (Darren Sean), 1966- II. Title.
PS 8621. E 63 A 68 2006 C 811 .608 C 2006-900477-3
Build an engine with words. Let it make you speak.
- Steve Venright
apostrophe (ninety-four)
you are a deftly turned phrase, an etymological landscape, a home by the sea you are a compilation of more than 60 samples overlaid on top of a digitally synthesized 70s funk groove you are the message on a cassette tape long after it has been recorded over you are, as such, the eraser head s self-validating ideal of order you are a festering war wound incurred in a skirmish between the US and Canada over rights to a pig farm strategically located on what is now referred to as the world s longest undefended border, making you a better meteorologist than any one of the big three networks, or the CBC for that matter, can muster you are used and abused you are a distress property bought by Tom Vu and sold for an outrageous profit you are ossifying sweat on Robert Plant s performance towel, now in the possession of a man who is thinking about auctioning it off because he has decided he would rather listen to new country you are an onion ring with an identity crisis on the Korona Restaurant s Transylvanian Meat Platter you are an easy-riding H that just knew you would be stopped by police, cuffed, hauled in and strip-searched while you were making your way through the mountains in Georgia you are everything your mother had hoped for and more you are track lighting gone bad, a one-time energy saver now driving a gas-guzzling 71 Impala you are considering touching that dial you are a pretense to universality you are the top quark you are one of a family of Dirt Devil carpet cleaners you are wondering at this moment whether you are merely a cleverly disguised rip-off you are a foreign agent who accidentally ruptured an emergency cyanide tooth cap just before your rendezvous with a thin man in a lumber jacket standing by a garbage can on the patio of a McDonald s in Paris, who was to receive an attach case containing vital information photo-reduced on microfilm, which, of course, you have no prior knowledge of you are a mispronounced word with eyes stuck in an awkward position just like your parents warned you they would, trying to get a date with one of the cool chicks in your high school and having a difficult time of it you are fibre ingested by a septuagenarian to promote regularity you are a face in the crowd you are secretly responsible for both the mysterious circles appearing overnight in British grain fields and getting the soft-flowing caramel into the Caramilk bars you are not using the Force, Luke you are fucked up in your own special way you are toiling, neither do you spin you are your own secret twin preparing to make an appearance on Ricki! you are an immediately perceptible phenomenon elevated to the level of theological unity you are accurate to a depth of 30 m you are pecs on your pecs you are thrown out for lack of evidence you are a nested loop you are getting sleepy you are an ode to the west wind you are made in your own image you are wanted and loved ... as if you are a case of halitosis, gingivitis, dandruff and split ends all rolled up into one you are a granny knot undone by an older and wiser scout leader you are a piece of performance art that deep down inside wants to be a bust of Beethoven sitting on a Steinway grand piano you are a primal scream trying to differentiate yourself from an existential scream you are a hockey stick broken over the spine of a 19th century hunchback you figured had no business playing street hockey in the first place you are a healthy Hi-Pro glow you are having paranoid delusions that a figure much like Henri Matisse s Blue Nude is following you around trying to get you to join the Jehovah s Witnesses you are the distance between the hyperbolic curve at the y-axis you are what you eat you are a reified universal transcendental signifier you are kind of pissed off that you were never given the choice of whether to be a sequitur or not you are and if you aren t, who is? you are not enough to get over the threshold you are getting even sleepier you are a fine piece of work, you are you are a stupid English k(o)n-ig(g)ht you are currently in search and destroy mode you are a 60-cycle hum you are a refutation of the Special Theory of Relativity you are a parade of endless details you are the lusts of your father you are wondering at the audacity of some people who like to tell you just who they think you are you are synaptic information lost in the aphasic shuffle you are a means of production you are the line cut out of the final edit by some guy using a PowerBook in a cheesy local Laundromat, or if you aren t you wish you were you are being completely irrational you are the wrong answer on the multiple choice section of the LSAT you are feeling quite overwhelmed, you must say you are exactly what they ve been looking for and that should frighten you you are the significant answer in an inkblot test you are well on your way you are the space between the heavens and the corner of some foreign field you are rendered completely useless you are a B- grade on a C paper you are so beautiful, to me you are unconsciously acting upon your cultural biases you are a game of tic-tac-toe that, after dealing with an inferiority complex, beat up a game of global-thermonuclearwar and kicked the shit out of Pentagon computers you are on your way to the store to get a litre of milk, when this cow with the head and antlers of a moose sporting a black eye patch over his left eye comes up to you and says you are on your way to the store to get a litre of milk, when this cow with the head and antlers of a moose sporting a black eye patch over his left eye comes up to you and says you are ... you are the weak argument in an elaborate doctoral thesis you are the miracle cure for halitosis, gingivitis, dandruff and split ends all rolled up into one, at least that s what your 19th century procurer, Dr. Morgan, says as he travels from town to town trying to sell you you are not but let s say you are you are your favourite letter of the alphabet except H cuz that has already been taken you are an asshole (eeo-ee-ole) you are a soliloquy on a barren heath in a play that inspired Shakespeare s King Lear but has been lost for many centuries, last documented in the Earl of Derby s private collection in 1723 you are billed as the nicotine patch to the world you are everything you want in a drugstore you are only as good as the next guy you are the eggman, you are the eggman, you are the walrus (goo goo a joob) you are shovelling shit in a Roman stable you are dead now, so shut up! you are in the process of being palimpsested you are an incestuous mess you are available only through this limited TV offer you are the party of the first part you are a no-good, lazy son of a bitch you are often replaced by an apostrophe you are a big waste of time, for the most part you are a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more you are surely mistaken you are a detachable penis you are therefore you think you are the side effects of performance-enhancing drugs you are a bad case of blue-balls you are boldly going where no man has gone before, but only as the disposable crew member who happens to be dumb enough to talk to a lump of painted grey Styrofoam and therefore, in my humble opinion, deserves to get it anyway you are translated into 20 different languages you are not smart, just hard working you are a painting bought solely for the frame you are the only one who really likes it, really you are not a machine, you are a human being you are corn, but we call it maize you are dumb enough to spend your time typing out endless statements that begin with you are just to make a point and try to get some laughs, neither of which, in retrospect, you believe you will succeed in you are the owner of the secret decoder ring and as such have a right to be president of the club you are the interest accrued overnight by some clever electronic banking maneuver you are and if you aren t you should be you are misspelled in a grade six spelling bee by a kid who will eventually serve eight years in jail for manslaughter you are better than bad, you re good you are a quote within a quote desperately trying to escape you are a most noble swain you are in absentia you are engaging in self-nullifying behaviour you are a vague sense of alienation masked by a friendly, conversational atmosphere you are a dentist, you take delight in causing great pain you are the kind of apathy that can only be generated by the spoken- vs. written- word debate you are a self-consuming artifact you are an unimportant stanza in an unimportant Bob Southey epic you are the neur