I’m more than just a middling weblog author. I’m a poet and I promote live poetry in Edmonton. In addition to my affiliations with The Raving Poets and The Roar, two dynamic and thriving organizations that I co-founded, I also like to do my own live presentations. Because I’m a detail crazy control freak who likes to take on just a bit more than I can chew. Enter: The Rasp and the Wine. The Rasp may sound familiar – my colleague c.t. staples and I staged three reading events last year under that aegis. Those shows were a memorable success, and I’m very proud to be carrying on with that tradition in 2006.
Mr. Staples has moved to the burgeoning metropolis of Montreal, and has left The Rasp and the Wine in my charge. To make sure that I don’t go off the deep end, I’ve teamed up with the amazing Patrick Pilarski. He brings a ton of skill and passion to this thing, and I’m very glad to have him on board as an organizer.
The first event of the Second Reich of The Rasp and the Wine is as follows:
Hope to see you all down there. It should be a unique and rocking evening.
StreetRag is an urban weblog and podcast about the city of Edmonton, which is located in the province of Alberta, Canada. It is authored by Edmonton-based writer, web advocate, and poet Michael Gravel and is updated frequently with written urban vignettes, amateurish photographs, deuteronomous audio material, barely coherent musings and rambling ecumenical treatises. StreetRag is a love letter to a lonely prairie burg struggling with its big city ambitions and small-town feel.
The city is Edmonton. It's a subject, not a passion. E-Town is almost universally derided by outsiders as an unlivable tundra wasteland populated by oil-hungry redneck conservatives who despise the arts. All of that is true. But it's not the whole story. There is beauty here. Dusty snowfalls. Brilliant summers. A stunning river valley. A diverse arts community that flourishes. It's a place that inspires a gray relationship - not all good, not all shitty. For that reason alone it is lovable, for what is life but a grayscale?