This is the fifth installment in a series of 11 audio poems collectively known as "The Benjy Poems," written and directed by Benjamin Hackman, and produced and engineered by Craig Saltz.
Read MoreAndrea Stanford tells the story of how her upstairs neighbours ruined her Type A pregnancy planning. She told her story at This Really Happened at the Blue Metropolis Montreal International Literary Festival on April 26, 2013.
Read MoreThis is the fourth installment in a series of 11 audio poems collectively known as "The Benjy Poems," written and directed by Benjamin Hackman, and produced and engineered by Craig Saltz.
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“Comics” summons flashes of Archie and Sunday newspaper strips, or superheroes saving first world society from certain peril. “Graphic novels,” on the other hand, recalls quirky autobiographical tomes of adolescent ennui. Truth be told, comics can be all of those things, and more, but never by definition.
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Back by popular demand, This Really Happened returns to the Blue Metropolis International Literary Festival, on April 26th at the Opus Hotel in Montreal. Come hear stories about reinventions, reincarnations, and major rewrites. Get your tickets early as last year’s event sold out!
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Les Nombrilistes hire a Frenchman named Didier to translate your Mile End novel, The Fractured Hipster. Sadly, Didier has never set foot in Montreal.When Le branché débranché comes out, your young protagonist, Julian, buys his cigarettes chez l’Arabe, goes out with a nana, wears pull-overs and baskets, washes his clothes at a pressing, and eats myrtilles and pastèque. He swears by yelling, “Putain de merde!”
Read MoreThis is the third installment in a series of 11 audio poems collectively known as "The Benjy Poems," written and directed by Benjamin Hackman, and produced and engineered by Craig Saltz.
Read MoreThis is the second installment in a series of 11 audio poems collectively known as "The Benjy Poems," written and directed by Benjamin Hackman, and produced and engineered by Craig Saltz.
Read MoreThis is the first installment in a series of 11 audio poems collectively known as "The Benjy Poems," written and directed by Benjamin Hackman, and produced and engineered by Craig Saltz.
Read MoreJoel Yanofsky on finding a theme for his autistic son's Bar Mitzvah.
Read MorePaul McAdams on facing death in a golf cart at a closed Gaza border crossing.
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Congratulations to Heather Davis on winning the 2012 3Macs carte blanche Prize!
Read MoreListen to Michael Hornburg's story on how his children forever changed his relationship to Remembrance Day.
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"Paper Person Gets Cheered Up" was created by Meg Ragauskas, a student at Westmount High School. This is the third in a series of three photo essays created by students in Miss Iulia Tripa's art class at Westmount High.
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"We Don't Want Bullies" was created by Anne Huang, Dristy Barua, Van Nhi Dang, and Rong Xie, all students at Westmount High School. This is the second in a series of three photo essays created by students in Miss Iulia Tripa's art class at Westmount High.
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"Fruit Zombie" was created by Kane Rodriguez-Tait, Jarad McFarlane, Justin Winikoff, and Evelyn Richardson-Haughey, all students at Westmount High School. This is the first in a series of three photo essays created by students in Miss Iulia Tripa's art class at Westmount High.
Read MoreWe’re thrilled to announce that carte blanche’s storytelling series, This Really Happened (TRH), is coming to WordFest in Calgary on October 9, 2012!Featured performers include: Calgary’s Poet Laureate Kris Demeanor, expat American and father of a Canadian war hero Michael Hornburg, puppeteer and educator Candace Ford-Taperek, memoirist Deni Y. Béchard, global adventurer Marcello di Cintio, and the journalist and author Noah Richler.
Read MoreI married a schizophrenic man to fly. Right out of that homeless shelter on Beaver Street, the one tucked so low and in between Duane Reade and the Sanitation Department you’d hardly notice it even with its burgundy door. It was sleeping on pavement moments that uncorked me. One night of that and I dropped in to the drop-in centre. That’s what they’re calling them now. Two days homeless and he put his hand in mine. He’s all tornado and moan. He’s hearing voices and I wipe sweat off his temples. I want to grab my hand back, he’s a street guy, a vaquero, a younger guy, a muchacho malo. I don’t. I keep my hand there and he steals indiscriminately from my future.
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