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The Invisible Hand

The Invisible Hand

(The story of the market, told by itself)

1

Trade was my father
private property my mother
I am their blind offspring

my invisible hand
weaves the net
where the strong struggles
where the weak sinks
I am my own law
above all laws
the harsh and lush jungle
where offer and demand
copulate in total freedom

I am the market

In my veins flow
gold and silver
myrrh and incense
a river of desire flooding
the Stock Exchanges
I crown ephemeral kings
crashing on the morrow

TSX 300
Standard&Poor’s  500
New-York Montréal
London Tokyo Toronto

I relish the panic
shaking the floor
under the sheep
running for their Freedom 55
all selling at the same time
then jumping off the cliff

Black Tuesday
Ash Wednesday
Techno bubble collapse

I am the funnel
of frantic day trade
the competition black hole
the goodwill abyss
the glue binding
always bigger mergers
blessed by the Minister
catalysts of a wealth
more and more concentrated

capitalism is dead
long live monopolism!

2

I remember
the merchant fleets
sailing to new worlds
intrepid soldiers sparing no foe
northern spruces cut for timber
tropical forests burned to the ground
tribes decimated by small pox
fur trade  slave trafficking

anemic African colonies
drained to the last drop

today
vampire derricks are sucking up
Earth’s rich dark blood
spilling it over the oceans
so many Exxon Valdez capsizing
on the beaches
where goo-covered gulls
totter on soiled sands

still I hunger

tomorrow I will bite
into the tender flesh
of the planet
eating my way
to its liquid iron-nickel core

that I will drink
with a long straw

3

I am the joyful dance
of the sales not to miss
Halloween Christmas
Boxing Day Easter
Mother’s Day Father’s Day
summer sales
back-to-school sales
giant warehouses selling adjusted fares
look at the price wars

my grocery manager is now
a humble cashier at Mega Mart

I am the peddler
of staggering mortgages rates
accordion indexes
volatile currencies
lost homes
ordered bankruptcy
consumers chained
to their credit cards
it’s like the Titanic

the rich in their safe boats
the poor drowning in their debts

I am the supplier
of private prisons
filled to the brim
with bodies fallen
between the cracks
of a social net
cast without conviction
by tamed governments
following a hard right diet
their deficit girdled
by savvy promoters

safe behind their gated communities
watched over by their praetorian guard

I am the call-girl
catering to the cartels
of organized cupidity
sitting on the pyramid’s summit
not seeing the children
at the pyramid’s foot
running from the death squads

I speak trough the mouth
of your machine guns

I am the market
of import-export
made in China
self-made men
who never smell
the decrepit shops
delocalized in Asia
close to the slums

where workers and rats
compete for scraps

I am the Free Trade
built on slavery
and inherited servitudes
of the cane workers
tax-free zones
maquiladoras eating
fifteen-year old
peasant girls worn out
by fifteen-hour days
like their shoes
then consumed
and forgotten

like the eight hundred roses
crushed in Ciudad Juarez

I am the market
of civil wars
in my Name
democracies fall
I freed you
proclaims the Titan
setting up a Tyrant
please taste the freedom
of buying my goods
at the price I ordered

otherwise
(suspension points)

I am the race
for the nuclear mushroom
to put fear into thy neighbor
and steal his place
on the checkerboard
I am the race to arms
filling bags of munitions
to better kill your fellow citizens
I am the race
for outer space

quick, quick, let’s find
a virgin world to bleed dry

4

I am the market
of good conscience
of charity well ordered
beginning at home
wealthy foundations
dainty patrons
aristocrats and oil kings
nabobs and starlets
all shining glittering
in those charity balls
listen to those fiscal escapees
singing hand over their heart

we are the world
we are the people

while their right hand
doles out drops of manna
to the poor
their left hand
scatters their savings
speculates on their rents
hides a treasure in the Bahamas
destroys their unions
negotiates with sub-contractors
in order to keep

a steady reserve of indigents
in dire need of their charity

I am the market
of preachers
selling eternity with a rebate
under a red and white striped tent
condemning flesh sins
forgiving venial sins
against hard currency
of born-again Christians
who forgot the Christ
but not the cash
praise the Lord !

all the faithful will ascend
to the fiscal paradise

I am the media’s Big Brother
putting fear in you
with scandal sheets
incendiary headlines
stirring hatred
towards the Other
the shabby
the scruffy
the dirty
the downtrodden
with their proffered hand
but what is the police doing
lock your door at night
and don’t forget

to give generously
to charities

I am the Leviathan
of agrobusiness
patenting Nature
cloning and copying
in the name of freedom
forcing its genetically
marvelous seeds

on workers’ families
doused with pesticides

5

I am blind
still I can hear

the shop hand whimpering
under the foreman’s weight
children soldiers trashing in their sleep
dreaming of their dead parents
muffled cries of the carpet-girl
nursing her bleeding fingers
shouts of the protesters
defying the tear gas
dry laugh of the machine guns
the last breath of the labor defender
murdered in my name still
as disappeared

Chico Mendes
Iqbal Masih
Digna Ochoa y Plácido
and countless others

I am the theater
of opposing wills
from quarrel to clash
see my hand becoming more visible
see the wool shorn from your backs
that you buy later at a dear price
see the dirty clothes on the shop girl
and the spider web linking her
to your signature dress

I am the mirror of your desires
the infinite sum of
your small gestures
your decisions
your demonstrations
your Porto Allegres

your imagination unhinged
to build something new
I hear billions of voices
murmuring

otro mundo es posible

6

I am the market
with my eyes opened
I see
looming over the horizon
a strange New Deal

countries celebrating
their fair prosperity
neighbors buying selling giving
helping around
taming abuses
green houses
healing nature
the Earth at peace
all fears vanquished

callousness running away
dignity coming home

*

how strange
I never knew
I had a soul

and eight billion bodies

7

We are the market
present and future man-woman-kind
creative force

a galaxy of exponential freedoms
mixed fragrances
of spices and fruits
gossamer fabrics fluttering
in the winds of change
fireworks without pain

children of the global village
laughing running jumping singing
under their elder’s eyes
holding passionate debates
in a hundred dialects

*

We are the market

and from now on
we walk together

****

(cc) Michèle Laframboise 2011

A first version in French of this poem has been read aloud at the Théâtre Nouvelle-Scène of Ottawa, on September 30th 2010.

This version has been rewritten for the day of Occupy Wall Street, happening on the same day as the Toronto Spec Fic Colloquium, on October 15th 2011.

Vote for the Time Machine!

The Conservative time machine!The Harper time machine will send you sixty years into the past!

Don’t miss your chance to live in Conservatopia, a perfectly ordered society where scientific evidence is scorned in favor of “gut-feelings” and astrologists. Oh, is it “ideologists”?

On a score of subjects, like gun control, census and sensibilities, environmental protection, women’s rights, gay rights, crime and punishment, our thinking will be modeled by ideologists, printed and repeated by the monopolistic mediasphere.

By the same token, the no-longer-protected workers-on-call will learn to admire without reserve the knights of the industrial table.  This table will be well-laden, since bail-outs and hefty subsidizing will be  granted to banks and oil industries. What will be left of the governing body will heed their sunny voices.

Soon, the only remnant of the social net will be gushing charity balls held by big fortunes while putting some dough in fiscal paradises. And, of course, the “economy” will make sure that there will be an endless supply of poor in need of generous donators. As for those pesky artists, only the popular ones will rise to the top, and to hell with the others “elites” who will have to scratch a living in restaurants or call centers!  (But the financial elites are OK, since they can silence their opposition with lawsuits).

Criminals will be seen as annoying weeds, always growing in underprivileged neighborhoods for no understandable cause. First Nations will not see many differences between now and the 1950s. They will continue to be left dependent and despondent, deprived of their pride and clean water, their shattered communities serving as moral ground for our own prosperity.

In Conservatopia, you will see the women’s back to their right place, embracing the family values of the fifties!

Their rights will never be directly attacked, of course: only slowly, very slowly eroded, any attempt to take their life into their own hands subtly discouraged, their associations deprived of subsidized resources, any girl pressured with beauty advices and strings ads, any job-family conciliation becoming a headache, until the only place left for them will be the relative safety of their homes and hearth (preferably with a loaded gun, beware of the criminals roaming free!)

As contraception fall out of favor in the religious abstinence virtue contest, more unwanted pregnancies will follow, where girls and women will have no choice but to endure their situation or flee or die (like in the Third-world countries.

With the power of monopolized media, citizens… no, tax-payers will learn to distrust their elected representatives (them lazy civil servants gobbling our hard-earned money!), unions and various social defense groups (them lazy artists!). Soon, the more gullible among us will clamor for a benevolent but firm dictator with a pretty haircut.

But no mustache.

Time travel towards the glorious privatized future!

When voting for the Time Machine, you will also have a peek to a glorious future! As the governing body dwindles and greater fortunes concentrates in fewer hands, the permeability between businesses and the benevolent dictator will increase. Delocalization of jobs will occur more and more. Educated homeless will become a frequent sight on our streets.

The fortunes will tighten their golden hold on the mediasphere, showcasing only the items that serve the business growth. All social and cultural needs will be provided by the private-for-profit sector. The population will also rely on them for their information sources (crime is rampant! be afraid, lock your door, grab your gun, and give to charities!)  Other voices, deprived of money, will dwindle out and die. Citizens will have freedom of speech, but without power to change anything to their condition.

While this election is officially about economy, let me remind you that a certain amount of criminality is a good thing for the GNP (Gross National Product). Crime ensures an excellent living for greedy gang bosses, but also for their lawyers, clerks, justices, prison guards, police, journalists, all with our taxes. And some social workers would like to go to the roots of this useful evil?

Private prisons will grow like mushrooms over the country, and – low and behold! – get quickly filled. This same private sector will devise new ways of watching people.  Big Brother not only will tap your computer (already does !) but He will make sure to present you with pre-approved choices. (You want your car red or black? No, we don’t carry electric cars, sorry Ma’am!)

As social groups, universities science faculties, unions, associations, artists will be left without subsidies or research grants, prejudice will reign unchallenged. Government will be redeemable only to the real powerful forces in the population: big companies. Only those have the resources to underwrite the scores of “Institutes” parroting their concerns.

You miss the Soviet era? The apparatchiks? The silencing of opposition voices?

Choose the Time Machine!

Welcome to Conservatopia !

Mashup of Conservative Party of Canada logo with Borg Insignia, by Kenneth M. Kambara

The Problem with Science : from Action Movies to the Real World

Climate and pollution: two distinct issues?

Earth, in pain, or in denial

A science-fiction author cannot help but follow the sciences as closely as she can, and observe the trends in controversy.

The last trend in climate change denial has come : informed journalists are now telling ecologists to stuff it, er… “focus on the real issues” (pollution, smog, loss of natural habitats) instead of global warming. While saying that the Kyoto, Copenhagen and Cancun meetings “were/are a waste of money”, they guide their environmentally-conscious readers to separate the good wheat from the useless chaff.Thinking in separate compartments

This thinking presupposes the existence of two separate file drawers: one called “climate” and the other “pollution”,  that cannot be opened at the same time. The same journalist berated environmental associations for exclusively working on GW and ignoring any other concerns. “Now that global warming has stopped sucking all the oxygen out of the room, some of those who care about the planet will turn to other – and more pressing – problems.” (The Globe and Mail)

So, all the time-consuming work about protecting fragile habitats, animal-flora rich wetlands and tropical forests done over the years by environmental associations, and even the very down-to-earth work by local volunteers, are conveniently swept under the rug.

Newsflash: if you worry about the loss of habitats, any climate change will affect those habitats all over the globe. The divided compartment mentality does not reflect reality. This reflex also come from our own cultural expectations.

The problem with science…

Armageddon movie poster: aaah, at last, a real, non deniable threat!

… is that science does not work like it does in American movies.

In any scientific thriller, the hero or group of scientists investigating a problem identify the cause in about thirty minutes, one hour tops. They find a working solution maybe twenty minutes after, and apply it, or synthesize the remedy, in less than 15 minutes of happy or tense viewing. In a dramatic climax, the world is saved in a nick of time! Even if the movie time frame is formatted, viewers get conditioned to expect “simple solutions, NOW!”

In Armageddon, there was no trouble identifying the rather large and obvious threat. No problem to get all governments acknowledging the threat.  There were some religious apocalyptic manifestations, but there were no groups claiming the coming asteroid is a hoax, no private industries funding “asteroid denial” websites. And the scientists worked seamlessly together to  prepare the solution.

If only the impact of our carbon emissions were that obvious to the naked eye… as are the agricultural landscape changes over two centuries.

In the real world…

Science is not, I repeat, not sexy. Neither fast.

Any research takes years, and scientist are trained in high specialization field. (My own M. Sc. memoir is about the Origin and evolution of two southwestern Quebec black soils* and deals with pollen sampling and reconstitution of the past environments of wetlands. By the way, those southern wetlands areas are shrinking fast).

The everyday work of in research, with the security measures (note the goggles, gloves, and the vent to evacuate the fumes)

Each research group work first on their own, publishing their results after a grueling process of checking and a peer review.  Annual conferences see thousands of researchers share and discuss their findings. For a problem of the magnitude of climate change, just getting the world governments to acknowledge the issue, then acting on it, required a staggering amount of work. Even a simple graph like this one needed a lot of data to build upon.

World GHG Emissions Flow Chart

So, no wonder the companies washing their hands from the climate change had a field day cherry-picking small discrepancies, glitches, approximations in the compiled results from more than 3000 researchers, aides, plus the several hundreds of individual studies recording global warming impact since 10 years. The so-called Climategate still makes the rounds on denial sites, even after investigations have cleared the research unit involved.

Few hard-working Janes and Joes can find the free time to check and counter false arguments, whereas millions are funneled to climate change denial websites and front “Institutes” muddying the waters with phony arguments or false rumors no one has time to check out. I once spent three hours to properly and scientifically deconstruct one false argument, but whatever balanced answer I produced was drowned in a sea of simplistic assumptions. Similar attacks on sciences come from the neo-creationists corner. Flat-Earth theory supporting websites (The round planet is an elaborated hoax!) can’t be far behind…

The problem with scientific arguments is that most humans react by emotions, mainly fear, rather than reason, especially when their lifestyle, beliefs and comfort are challenged. (Of course, all the denial websites boast that reason is on their side, and the others are fear-mongering groups with a world-domination agenda…)

A well-known psychological test showed that faced with two choices, either gaining five dollars NOW or waiting two weeks to get 10$, most people chose the the security of having the 5$ bill NOW, and who care for later? Any trade-off between short-term discomfort and long-term advantage has to get a powerful motivation. Like preserving the biosphere.

Anything challenging our present comfort zone is viewed with skepticism. It happen in any field: for instance, the link between smoking and lung cancer has been questioned… by tobacco industry experts.

If climate scientists had presented the problem along those lines:

The climate is a-changing
but fossil fuels are not the cause
there is a simple solution
that will only cost pennies
to tax-payers
and gain hefty profits
for enterprises
no one would have
to change anything
to their lifestyle

There wouldn’t be any climate change denial groups. (No more than “round planet hoax” denial sites.)

So, whether you believe in AGW, or simple GW without this horrible guilt-inducing “A” (anthropic), or not at all, let us focus on something else that will bring warm memories. Let’s go back to a time when the dreaded long environmental word was not widely used, when the problem was both obvious and (relatively) simple…

A clue from the past: pollution!

smog

We have since 1960 witnessed and document signs of environmental damage, destruction of natural habitats, loss of biodiversity, smog-related health problems, etc. The last 50 years, fossil fuels and car companies were repeatedly warned by the scientific community of the consequences of their gas emissions.

Did they lift a finger?

Did they put accessible electric cars on the market in the 70s to counter the well-known smog? The 80s? The 90s? No. Not because those companies harbor malignant intentions toward the population, but because of inertia and the ever-expanding value of the remaining oil.

The dynamics of acid rains

The dynamics of acid rains

Later,  fluorocarbon emissions problem began destructing our protective layer of  ozone, the acid rains killing our maples.

In each of those cases, there was some denial at first, and the concerned citizens had to work harder to raise awareness on those issues. When the companies agreed to some mitigating measures, it was only when pushed to the wall by the consumers and the governments. And, driven by the same economic forces, they put out green lies if they can get away with it.

So, their past behavior about pollution being a clue, the major companies and carbon emitters will not be inclined to cut their profitability or change their ways (except if governments fund their research for greener fuel extraction methods or carbon capture).

Schematic showing both terrestrial and geological sequestration of carbon dioxide emissions from a coal-fired plant. Rendering by LeJean Hardin and Jamie Payne

Instead, they will plunge in their  deep pockets to finance sites leaning their way, for as long as the oil runs. And the oil can run for a long time… if we stretch the resource hard enough.

And a glimpse of a future

There is another advantage for companies to bury their head in the (tar-)sands and “wait out” the crisis.

When the consequences of global warming – along with good ol‘ pollution –  will become un-deniable, when arable lands will be wasted through accelerated nutrient-depletion by over-cropping and desertification processes, along with the political turmoil that will only get worse, with the middle-class crunched under the economic wheel and millions of refugees bounced around… only the powerful will be able to buy their way into the few remaining pockets of untouched land.

In their secluded retreats, they will look upon the desert via their remote cameras, rewriting history. And they will record this fate:

the Earth diedDried-up Earth
from natural causes.

*

As for the rest of our descendants… Well, at least, there will be no more controversy !

Living in a bunker...

*

The full reference of my Master’s Memoir:

Laframboise, Michèle, 1987. Origine et évolution de deux terres noires de la MRC du Haut-Saint-Laurent. Mémoire de M. Sc., Département de géographie, Université de Montréal, Montréal, Québec. 94 pages. Directeurs: Paul Comtois et Pierre J.H. Richard.

Random bag of kindness

a Mississauga bus

Waiting for the bus under a pelting rain is not always conducive to happy thoughts. Moreover, this morning of september 16th, I was en route to a Press conference of Ecole Polytechnique alumni in Toronto ( about the long-gun registry). When I took the 89 bus in Mississauga (not the no 1 on this post, taken from the Wikipedia creative commons), I would be different…

I sat my drenched weary self on the second bench from the front. An African Canadian  lady was seated in the first row.

A young Asiatic girl got on the bus, with an overload of lunch, a big plate, other trinklets and smaller bags escaping her hands. She flashed an apologetic smile around as she recaptures a trinklet.

The black lady foraged in her handbag and offered a reusable shopping bag. She helped the girl to put all her things inside. Until this time, I thought the two of them knew each other. The young girl thanked the lady and walked farther back to sit by herself.

reusable shopping bags; the lady had the blue one with a green leaf on it

How nice! I though with a sunny smile inside. (A reusable grocery bag sells one or two bucks a piece.) But it was not over yet.

A minute later, the girl came back to the front, with the empty bag. She thanked the lady, telling that she managed to reorganize one of her bag to get the rest in it, and she returned the bag.

There are many sad things occurring in our lives, but this one random act of kindness brightens this rainy day.

The older woman got out at her stop a few minutes later. From my angle, I never saw her face.

Must have been a guardian angel.

Census and sensitivities

Population Growth

Prime Minister Harper, catering to the sensitivities of  his ever-dwindling base, decided to cripple an instrument in perfect working order, who never gave a peep of distrust before. Soon, the above graphic may well be the only reliable demographic information gathered by Stat Can…

The compulsory long-form census, filled by one fifth of Canadian households, will now be facultative in 2011. Protests by statisticians, demographic experts, economists and researchers in the field have been poo-pooed by our Prime Minister and his cabinet ministers. The resignation of Munir Sheikh, head of Statistics Canada did not even budge them. The King has ruled.

Conservatives and libertarians called defenders of the mandatory long form census “elitists”. It seems that education, efforts, and reaching excellency in any field, is now a capital sin.  Financial, artistic, scientific elite, all the people who works hard and long to obtain results, are now so easily dismissed, especially if they do not espouse the right ideology.

The King Harper government began by accusing the long-form census of threatening citizens with jail term (and fines, but only jail was mentioned at first). A quick check by journalists found out that nobody had ever been imprisoned for refusing to take the long form census.

Also, the growing opposition of a vast part of the population (citizen’s groups, organizations, businesses, university researchers…) had the Conservative Caucus come up with a new gem yesterday. Minister Tony Clements said opposants “got a good deal” with the wealth of reliant information coming from the Census. And that they want “an easy ride”. An easy ride. Let’s see: isn’t a responsible government supposed to collect the best and most accurate information about its population before taking decisions affecting said population?

Without bothering to consulting any expert, (except their own ideological think tanks), Clements affirms that changes to the census will not affect the quality of data collected, even though statisticians warn a voluntary system will not be as accurate. “If they (insert names of a hundred and more names of organizations, businesses, charities, universities) don’t want to use that data, it’s up to them. They can pay for it another way. … You don’t have to rely on the government of Canada.”

They can pay for it…

Tadaaaa! Another victory for those who dream to cripple, then eventually scrap any governing bodies. (Law of the fittest, rings a bell? ) You need accurate info on the population? Got to pay for it from your own pockets! See the 2001 results of Census Canada.

So how will we replace the Census mandatory long-form as a reliable information collection ? Phone surveys? How does cost a phone survey on any particular subject? And who, pray will manage those surveys?

Private companies. Here is an idea of some cost, according to a Phoenix company:

Costs for a 400 persons phone survey (in US$):

For more information, here is another survey costs comparison (from the private sector). Remember that answering the survey is not mandatory…

Survey Type                          Cost per Survey Response* (many attempts needed before getting a valid response!)

Telephone Survey                       $10.00

Mail Survey                                  $56.37  (why this high figure? because there’s no mandatory answering)

Automated Voice Survey         $3.50

The phone survey costs looks cheaper than the mail survey to replace the long-form census. But oops! Are you happy to get all those telemarketers and polls calls home? Me neither.

There is, also a growing concern about the future of phone surveys. The increase in ‘do not call’ refusals, they found that phone surveys with automated random digit dialing are no longer representative of the US population, as land line telephones now skew to older respondents.

Back to the scrapped mandatory long-form census, replaced by private companies’ polls.  Take the 400-persons survey example. For a good 30 minutes (25 000 US $). Now, multiply this number for one fifth on the Canadian population, that would be around 6 millions people, about 1,5 – 2 million households ?  93 750 000 US$ . This is a conservative figure, since I took the smallest number of households, and a very short phone time (not many people wants to spend more than 15 minutes on the phone). If we change idea and take the mail survey (the number of questions is not specified on the price tag) for 1,5 millions households, the results won’t be more reliable.

A mere 400 to 3000 respondents  poll on one specific question cannot reach the reliability of a Canada-wide Census with a lot of correlating data. Since neither poll or survey will be mandatory…

That’s why a Canada wide,  reliable census every 5 years is essential part of governing. It provides a solid base on which public policies – social, cultural, economic – are built . The sensitivities of  a few paranoid citizens about the revealing the number of bedrooms in their homes have no base in reality. Stat Can has always taken measures to protect privacy.  The Statistic Act  requires that the information provided be kept confidential. The National Statistics Council has supported changes to data collection methods that enhance privacy, such as mail-in and on-line option. On the other hand, credit card companies ask for a lot more info, and exchange them gladly over with banks and other businesses…

What does the Harper decision means is that only the richest will be able to afford reliable demographic information.  Oh, you’re a very small business, a volunteer, a charity, a NGO, Centraide? Tough. And if you know the kind of biased questions asked by the polls by political parties, imagine the flood of “surveys” after the access to reliable infos, Stat Can Census, will have been crippled.

Moreover, this whole Census affair shows that the Harper government will be building its actions and politics  not upon reliable and scientific evidence, but upon their own ideological construction of reality. Climate change? Pollution? Criminality? Creationism? A set of beliefs will now reign, unchallenged by science.

The silent destruction of creativity

A writer's career path before the restrictions

The new Canada Periodical Fund (replacing the Publications Assistance Program/Canada Magazine Fund) will exclude any Canadian print magazines without 5000 copies sold per year.

It means that most of the French literary magazines that published my first efforts will be excluded! Among those,  Solaris, Virages and Ciel Variable, all running at less than 5000 copies a year.

I guess I can safely add the SF magazine On Spec to this list.

Although this number is aberrant for the French publication, who get the same minimum floor as the English ones, even if their readership is way less, (the ratio anglo/franco is  3 to 1. Meaning, a fair requirement would have been of 1250 copies for the pour the French magazines. (Thanks to Jean Pettigrew, publisher of Alire, and the magazines Alibis and Solaris, for this precision).

The same path, after the restrictions

This text (in French) on the Devoir website, by Jean Larose, explains the consequences of those new restrictions. After making away with the literary broadcasts and gutting Radio-Canada, for being “elitist” (that is a sin to educate people), it’s the turn of cultural magazines to taste the conservative medicine.

By transforming culture as a big-buck entertainment industry, by uniformizing the product, the government cut the next generation af writers and artists from a well of creativity, that precious resource helping humanity to cope with the challenges coming our way. And the more for Science-fiction. SF is a patchwork of ideas, thought-provoking scenarios, unlocking the reader’s imagination.

Author of Life of Pi, Yann Martel, explained how his literary career began with a small Vancouver fanzine who published his first efforts.  This humble publication pronged him to persevere in writing. He also appreciated his first writer’s grant, on the website http://www.whatisstephenharperreading.ca/about/ :

I, for example, represented 1991, the year I received a Canada Council B grant that allowed me to write my first novel. I was 27 years old and the money was manna from heaven. I made those $18,000 last a year and a half (and compared to the income tax I have paid since then, an exponential return on Canadian taxpayers’ investment, I assure you).

In the same way, Solaris and Ciel Variable, then Saisons littéraires and Virages published my first efforts.

In 1987, I had a poetry and a text published in number 2 and 5 of Ciel Variable. There, I met Hélène Monette, who also had her first poems published.  Now, more thant 20 years later, Hélène’s work, provocative, full of intellectual dynamite, was recognized by a GG award, (mine by a GG nomination the same year).

I take this occasion to thank warmly Solaris. In ten years, I passed through the entire cycle: a beginner, I received rejection letters. But those letters came with explications and commentaries that helped me to improve my writing. Solaris’ editors, Yves Meynard, then Joel Champetier, did that work, mostly on a volunteer basis.

Their advice led me to have nearly 10 novels published, six to eight literary Award and countless nominations (among them, the Trillium and GG awards) . The Jules-Verne Saga were a by product of a short-story initially refused by Solaris.

I would like to tell you that since those days, I have become a successful author with a large following of millions worldwide. That would be the only form of achievement that the Conservative government would respect, of course. Nevertheless, I am proud of writing my books and giving my lectures and workshops, dispensing encouragements to the young generation. The results are less tangible but, as with plants, they grow in silence.

I owe all this to the small publishers. If their -very modest – grants are cut, they will have more difficulties to survive. The  next generation of creators will be starved, denied the sunlight necessary for their growth. The competition will be fiercer for less publishing space, where official recognition will go to more popular and more vapid entertainers…  Overall creativity will suffer and dwindle, leaving less space for thinking. (see my other post there).

I leave the conclusion to Yann Martel, a citation from the same source

I was thinking that to have a bare-bones approach to arts funding, as the present Conservative government has, to think of the arts as mere entertainment to be indulged in after the serious business of life, that—in conjunction with retooling education so that it centres on the teaching of employable skills rather than the creating of thinking citizens—is to engineer souls that are post-historical, post-literate and pre-robotic; that is, blank souls wired to be unfulfilled and susceptible to conformism at its worst—intolerance and totalitarianism—because incapable of thinking for themselves and vowed to a life of frustrated serfdom at the service of the feudal lords of profit.


Embrace Life

I don’t do that often, but, I can’t resist linking this example of what good publicists can do, at the top of their art.

Guy imitating the act of driving a car in his living-room

The British organism Sussex Safer Roads Partnership (SSRP) concocted this pub to promote of wearing their seat belts.  But without any pathos or blood, like the ones we had in Canada a few years ago.

the link:

http://www.embracethis.co.uk/

Great expectations

More and more, the time lag separating athlete’s position is dwindling. The performance were evaluated in seconds, then, in tenth of seconds, now in hundreth… Soon, in three decimals after the second?

Drug use is the great temptation for an athlete who gave up so much of themselves for the podium. The genetic lottery favors some more than other. Hi-tech materials and fabrics do the rest. Despite the tech, a youth comes so close to the podium…

Do you remember the 2nd, 3rd place in a game? (And the fourth, which I call the chocolate medal). In those great expectations, with the new drug tech emerging each year, the temptation is strong… for the athlete and or the trainer! And woe to the stadium star who has fallen!

And the efforts sometime do not bring the results. We saw a sad accident happen.

We heard the commentators for weeks: Canada should bring 15 medals, no 20, and at least 5 gold…

I do not like this attitude of “reserving” medals, as if it were a due. Many countries, with few means, will live the Olympic ideal, participate without winning. And 8 or 10 developed countries, pouring millions in training and trinkets (while the province of BC cut the art budget from 46 millions to… 3 millions), make the prognostics.

So: all athletes won’t win the first place, but all will participate. And it is an accomplishment just to be chosen for the Games…

To all of you, athletes, I give the chocolate medal, 65% cocoa !

:^)

_Great Expectations_ refers, of course, to the Charles Dickens’ novel.

A worker-at-home’s move…

A useful remainder

I don’t know if you are a worker-at-home like me, but getting to answer to all the gas-marketers, electricity-marketers, after-life marketers… knocking at your door is time and energy-consuming.

Here is a nice thing I drew on a whiteboard with markers. I can enjoy tranquillity at last!

Now, to tackle those pesky telemarketers… and their elusive bosses!