Category Archives: elegies

Glenn Goluska (1947-2011)

Horribly sad to  learn about the death of Glenn Goluska, one of Canada’s greatest typographers. I had the good fortune to meet Glenn at a Gaspereau Press wayzgoose. Andrew let me run the Vandercook in his office, printing souvenirs for visitors to the shop and Glenn was there as backup. He gently offered pointers and suggestions throughout the afternoon, graciously stepping in to better articulate printing history when needed. I drove him to the airport the next day and we had a lovely conversation about printing/books/mutual friends. He was strikingly kind and generous. He told me he was hoping to make it down to Ottawa to visit with jwcurry and the letterpress/book arts folk but that never happened.  Requieum, lovely Glenn, so glad to have met you and so sorry not to have had more time. More information and obits for Glenn:

A spread from Robert Kroetsch’s Liebhaber’s Wood Type (1987), GP blog entry, below

Andrew Steeves’ visit with Glenn earlier this year:

Andrew Steeves at Gaspereau Press:

Alcuin Society Blog:

Coach House:

did you know how much?

I See a Darkness – Bonnie Prince Billy


well you’re my friend
(it’s what you told me)
and can you see
(what’s inside of me)
many times
we’ve been out drinking
and many times
we’ve shared our thoughts
but did you ever, ever notice
the kind of thoughts I got
well you know I have a love
a love for everyone I know
and you know I have a drive
to live I won’t let go
but can you see its opposition
comes a-rising up sometimes
that it’s dreadful and position
comes blacking in my mind
and that I see a darkness
and that I see a darkness
and that I see a darkness
and that I see a darkness
and did you know how much I love you
is a hope that somehow you you
can save me from this darkness
well I hope that someday, buddy
we have peace in our lives
together or apart
alone or with our wives
that we can stop our whoring
and pull the smiles inside
and light it up forever
and never go to sleep
my best unbeaten brother
this isn’t all I see

Here followeth the life of Saint Christine,

She had soothly the balm of good odour and savour in conversation. And oil of devotion in mind, and also the benediction of grace.

Christine was born in Tyre in Italy, and was come of noble kindred of father and mother. And because of her beauty her father enclosed her in a certain tower, with twelve chamberers to serve and await on her. And ordained there, with her, gods of silver and gold. And because of her great beauty she was desired of many noble men for to have wedded her; but her father in no wise would give her to no man, but would have her continue in her virginity to do worship and sacrifice to the gods. But she being inspired of the Holy Ghost, abhorred the sacrifice of the idols, and the incense that was delivered to her to do sacrifice with, she hid it in a window.

…he commanded that her flesh should be all torn, and drawn with hooks of iron, and her tender members to be all to broken and departed from other. Christine then took part of her flesh and threw it in the visage of her father saying: O tyrant, take the flesh, which thou hast gotten, and eat it.

Then her father set her upon a wheel, and put under fire and oil, and the flame issued out so great that it slew and burnt five hundred men. The father ascribed all this work to necromancy, and said she had done that by witchcraft, and commanded her again to prison, and bade her servants when it was night, that they should bind a great stone to her neck and cast her into the sea. And anon, as they had so done, the angels took her up, and Christ descended, and baptized her in the sea. Her father heard that she was come again to land, he smote his forehead and said to her: By what witchcraft dost thou these things, that in the sea thou exercisest thy cursed works?

Then he commanded that she should be put in prison, and on the morn to be beheaded. And that same night Urban her father was found dead. Then after him followed and succeeded a wicked and evil judge, named Dion, which did do make a tub of iron, and did do put therein pitch, oil and rosin, and set them afire. And when it was ready, he made Christine to be cast therein, and made four men move the tub that she should be the sooner consumed. Then Christine praised God, and thanked him that she was so renewed, and rocked as a child in a cradle.
Then the judge being wroth made her head to be shaven, and naked to be led through the city unto the temple of Apollo, whom she commanded to overthrow, and anon fell down into powder. And when the judge heard thereof, he died and gave up his spirit.

After him Julianus succeeded, which did do set afire a great furnace, and Christine to be cast therein. Wherein she abode five days with angels, singing and walking unhurt, and after issued out thereof safely without harm. And when Julianus heard thereof, he said that she did all this by art magic and witchcraft, and did do be put to her two adders, two serpents, and two asps. The serpents licked her feet, the two asps hung at her breasts, and did her no harm, and the two adders wound them about her neck and licked up her sweat. Julianus then said to his enchanter: Art thou not an enchanter? Move the beasts. And when he began to move them they made assault to him and slew him forthwith.

Then Christine commanded that they should go to a desert place, and she raised the enchanter that was dead to life again, then Julianus commanded that her breasts should be cut off, out of whom flowed milk with blood. Then he made her tongue to be cut out of her head, but Christine lost not her speech for cutting out of her tongue, but took it and threw it in the visage of the judge and smote out therewith one of his eyes. Then was Julianus wroth and made to shoot at her.
And she was smitten with one arrow in the side, and with another unto the heart, and she so smitten yielded up her soul unto God.

And then of course, another, St. Christine(a), known as the Astonishing:

As chronicled by her contemporaries, she threw herself into burning furnaces and there suffered great tortures for extended time uttering frightful cries, yet coming forth with no sign of burning upon her. In winter she would plunge into the frozen Meuse River for hours and days and weeks at a time all the while praying to God and imploring His Mercy. She allowed herself to be carried by the currents down river to the mill where the wheel “whirled her round in a manner frightful to behold” yet she had no dislocations or broken bones. She was chased by dogs that bit and tore her flesh. She ran from them into thickets of thorns, and though covered in blood she would return with no wound or scar.

little wheel spin and spin

we tied ourselves in knots (doing cartwheels cross the floor)

just forget it, all right. sugar? honey.

familiar with every brand

Removed a Lunachicks song here, “Binge and Purge” because the only versions I could find on youtube include bulimic photo montages that may be triggering for those sensitive. Although that isn’t my major problem with those images. I was more disturbed by the fetishistic nature of the photos: beautiful/coiffed/thin women perched near porcelain, in varying degrees of artistic disarray. Bulimic chic instead of heroin chic.