Posts By: Wanda Waterman

Wanda Waterman

Wanda Waterman is a poet, spoken word artist, blogger, cultural journalist, and digital nomad. She’s been writing regularly for The Voice Magazine since 2004, not long after she began studying psychology at Athabasca. Her poetry has been published in Descant, The Talking Leaves, Chizine, Our Times, The Best of Tigertail, and Pottersfield Portfolio and her articles in Design is Political, Rawckus Magazine, Coastal Life, The New Internationalist, This Magazine, and in her blog, The Mindful Bard. She grew up in Nova Scotia, but after having lived in New Hampshire and North Africa she’s now settled in Montreal.

The Mindful Bard – Searching for Sugar Man

Film: Searching for Sugar Man Director: Malick Bendjelloul Genre: Documentary ?Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.? Bodhidharma ?Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.? Boy George Why Good People Disappear From View Had you ever heard of singer-songwriter Jesus (Sixto) Rodriguez before… Read more »

The Mindful Bard – Romantic Things

Book: Mary Jacobus, Romantic Things: A Tree, a Rock, a Cloud (University of Chicago Press Books) ?Clouds puzzle us by representing, not so much the mind in a state of reflection, as the latency involved in all visible representation?not fullness versus flatness only (as Damisch argues), but absence?the ungraspable or unattainable; things we cannot see,… Read more »

In Conversation – Mario Rusca

Mario Rusca is an Italian jazz pianist and composer who’s shared stage and studio with a host of jazz greats, including Gerry Mulligan, Chet Baker, Al Gray, Tony Scott, Art Farmer, Toots Thielemans, Stan Getz, Lee Konitz, and Woody Shaw. (Be sure to read the Voice review of his recent album, Joyette.) He’s also produced… Read more »

Gregor’s Bed – For Now I am Winter

Album: Ólafur Arnalds, For Now I am Winter ?Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.? William Wordsworth, from… Read more »