Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
cigarette end calling cards
left on my front stoop
peeking out the welcome mat
buried under mud
from your shoe
fossils that burned
a man explained that mine
straight and stood at attention
in a glass ashtray
balanced on my window sill
one squashed and twisted
from someone else’s mouth
had shared the spot
I notice their cotton
and the gold letters
pressed on their collars
this time all mine
in the sunshine
I survey the little bones
on the palm of my hand
where I map out all that remains.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
I see your eyes, Toronto
the way you hid them from
me, the way
you look at
nothing, to remind me
that this city (these cities)
could swallow me up and I could
forget my name,
forget that I'm alive.
But I have too much
momentum for you now,
too much speed,
sometimes faster than
I know how to move.
But you've got your big-city style,
grey seasons, and
you've got your dark corners, too,
skeletons in your
mighty oak closets,
Your many nations
float by me on the streets,
all of us silent
under your hum your
your bleach-blond hair
trailing off already and I can't
hear you quite as clear though
I'm still here, Toronto,
in your streets still
sleeping between your grey sheets,
I've been your
unfaithful lover and
now I'm going home.
I need advice.
A certain local daily newspaper which I am known to write for on occasion has, for the *3rd friday in a row* failed to pay me for the work I did for them in March. I was told by an editor last week that they would "look into it". Haven't heard back from him, nor have I been paid. Obviously they will pay me eventually, and I can live without the money for another week, but to me, this seems to require some very definitive action on my part.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Sometimes I feel this way...
Healing from the outside is required...
battling surly giants...
Not to mention that I am a D & D nerd...
Anyway....Larry Elmore...one of the Staff artists from the late 80's at TSR (the D&D parent company) was one of my favorites... Keith Parkinson, really changed the way I paint...
what can be said...
Nice work cats.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
This is a drawing of a musicial performance by Gregor at the Label Gallery on April 15th, 2007. The way he created what I would describe as a 'sound environment' with his loops and samples, seamlessly overlayed with guitar, bass and the most Holy Organ, was quite an entertaining experience.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
The name of this village is strange to me, but it is pronounced: Tohr-aun-toe.
My guide, a member of the local population who has proved himself friendly and useful, has furnished me with a small room in which to sleep. The people of his culture are strangely attracted to a small box that flashes light very quickly, and in colourful patterns. I have noticed that they will spend hours simply gazing at the light-box.
Today I participated in a ritual involving the males of this culture. I entered a small room with them, full of some sort of equipment, and we began to make a primitive kind of music. This seemed to make them all happy, and so I participated.
On the walk home, my guide made me to understand, through gestures and sounds, that a large raveen we passed by had once contained a creek, full of salmon, but that his culture had buried this creek in order to build their large village around it. He made me to understand that this was a very sad event, and a grave mistake that his people had made.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
MIX magazineCall for SubmissionsDeadline : May 7, 2007
Calling all artists : is your studio space a chamber of chaos? Or is it an oasis of organization? Either way, MIX magazine wants to see it! For our upcoming Work Issue, weâ€™re seeking photographs of artistsâ€™ studios, because we know our readers are dying to twitch back the curtains and peek into your workspaces. (And frankly, we are too!)Interested? Then e-mail small, low-res images to email@example.com with the word â€œStudioâ€ in the subject line not later than May 7, 2007. Please note that only artists whose studios are selected for publication will be contacted.
I can't wait to have a look!
Katy McDevittSenior EditorMIX
(sorry for some of the weired characters. silly new blogger)
Puddle jumping and gallery hopping on the last, last day of winter
By Guy Maddin April 5, 2007
Finally, we’re all off to The Label Gallery, where The Dead Indians are performing an all-ages show. Rapper Wab Kinew makes my eyes mist over when he sings Hood 2 Hood, which contains shout-outs to Ellice Avenue and Orioles Community Club, two childhood haunts of mine. This mistiness stays with me the rest of the evening.
(i apologize that this is a bit long-- but only long in computer screen terms! Approx reading time-- three minutes, and it's well worth it!)
On the Work to Be Done
Acclaimed writer Kurt Vonnegut ruminates on the American Dream and the fate of the planet in the dawn of the twenty-first century
This article originally appeared in the May 28, 1998 issue of Rolling Stone.
The only specifically American inventions that have made this a better world are Alcoholics Anonymous and jazz, and jazz has no bad side effects.
But one piece of AA's advice to recovering addicts, that they live one day at a time, so infects the brains of those who are wrecking the planet as a life-support system nowadays, recovering addicts or not, that it might as well be Hong Kong chicken flu or mad-cow disease. To have gotten through Tuesday, say, with an atmosphere still breathable and water still potable at bedtime is for those so afflicted to be as happy as pigs in shit, so to speak.
Rolling Stone has asked me to discover what the American Dream looks like in the mind of some young person of my acquaintance, with the year 2000 hanging over his or her head by a thread, like the sword of Damocles. Without even looking into such a mind, I can offer at least this much comfort: The year 2000 has come and gone, and damned if we didn't survive it!
Listen: The best information we have today is that Jesus was born in 5 B.C., or five years before Himself. Chalk that up as another miracle! Yes, and that means that the 2,000th year of the Christian era was what we mistakenly called "1995."
What apocalypse, what test of our determination to go on living, did we endure back then? Friends and neighbors, young and old alike, think a minute, think TV.
It was the O.J. Simpson case!
As for our young:
Those who graduate from high school or college this spring are not Generation X or Y, as envious middle-aged baby boomers have been pleased to tag them. They are as much Generation A as Adam and Eve were, as the middle-aged baby boomers, their parents, used to be.
As I read the Book of Genesis, God didn't give Adam and Eve a whole planet.
He gave them a manageable piece of property, for the sake of discussion let's say 200 acres.
I suggest to you Adams and Eves that you set as your goals the putting of some small part of the planet into something like safe and sane and decent order.
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There's a lot of cleaning up to do.
There's a lot of rebuilding to do, both spiritual and physical.
And, again, there's going to be a lot of happiness. Don't forget to notice!
What painters and sculptors and writers do, incidentally, is put very small properties indeed into good order, as best they can.
A painter thinks, "I can't fix the whole planet, but I can at least make this square of canvas what it ought to be." And a sculptor thinks the same thing about a lump of clay or marble. A writer thinks the same about a piece of paper, conventionally eleven inches long and eight-and-a-half inches wide.
We're talking about something less than 200 acres, aren't we?
If not you, then surely your children will see the day when not one drop of petroleum and not one whiff of natural gas is left to power any sort of machinery, or cook or heat or light anything, and precious little coal. Junkyard!
Chilblains in the wintertime, and darkness indoors and out when the sun goes down? Light a candle made from the fat of a lower, dumber, deader animal? Who's got a wooden match when there are no trees? Our century should be called this: the Age of the Planet Gobblers. We, the ancestors of all Generation A's still to come, inherited an aromatic, juicy blue-green planet, and we ate it up!
In our defense, we can only say, "We never asked to be born such prolific, voracious creatures in the first place. It would have been much better for all concerned if we had been sea lions instead, provided, of course, that nobody else got to be a human being, or a great white shark, or a killer whale."
Meanwhile, there is jazz, which, as I've said, has no harmful side effects. And I am put in mind now of a lawsuit against a pharmaceutical manufacturer years back, in which the plaintiff's lawyer had this to say about a certain pill, a nostrum that might be likened to our indifference to what we are doing to our environment: "Death is not an acceptable side effect."
This article originally appeared in the May 28, 1998 issue of Rolling Stone.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
This is to announcement is designed to hereby announce:
1. ULTRAMEGA AND THE GOD-KINGS will be performing at the Royal Albert on APRIL 21st.
theme: the twilight of the God-kings
all godkings are hereby requested to report to the langside lounge 453-3819 asap for further instructions.
So... this series is still going. I'm somewhere around 1200 images I think, and I've recently been organizing them in 4 sections-- two for east, two for west. And then, each section will become a short slide show/video, and I got a couple chums puttin' 'em to music.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
art Art art painting drawing sculpture poetry photography etching assemblage ready mades galleries music beauty expression ideas portfolio education fun love work production creativity art Art art awe pictures sharing wood paper paint collage illustration cooperation art art art video anthropology magic realism abstraction manitoba canada art art landscape still life portrait representation painterly drama dance music art art art Art wildlife party compose composition words mind thinking sharing art art art books writing images mixed media crayons pencils pens canvas art art comments...
From the the point of view of anyone who accidently views this blog, or even comes on purpose maybe we should avoid posting images of the following:
Beer Bottles, Wine Bottles and/or Drunks - Promotes Alcohol
Japanese Maples - They look too much like a certain plant
Naked People - Private parts, shirtless people, you name it, no nudity AT ALL. Not even a boobie.
And anything else which could be offensive.
(feel free to add to this list, or take away from this list)
There's a lot of art out there that fits under this hood right? Sure, some art should be engaging, therein lies the argument. I'd suggest approaching each image/word as neutral as possible and consider what should be posted.
Or does it matter? Of course it matters.