Thursday, July 31, 2008


Every darn inch is what it takes


Click on the picture to see the video

Allwhere and Everyways

is the same
do the being
be change

knots fill your soul
locked up tight
pick me

create crevasses
douse downpours
erase emanations
find flickers
go get gone

I am are you art we they aren't
ain't it grand

my
    eyes
         are
              closed

                                                    OPEN

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

opporchinator



REDBERZERKER
Quantcast

Make Room

make room for me
between the trees and mysteries

there is a little space

you will find it
just look carefully

just look with your hands
and feel with your head
and think with your heart
and know with your body

and you will find it

make room for me

Monday, July 28, 2008

a gift to me

So many gifts to bestow unto me
they're all hidden
under a secret tree
never uncovered
until the next time
my true love
sends a gift to me

Until the next time
my true love
sends a gift to me

will it be silver
or gold

will it be diamonds
or coals

Oh what will my love send to me

will it be rubies
or dust

will it be copper
or rust

Oh what will my love send to me

will it be crystals
or plums

will it be secrets
or drums

Oh what will my love send to me

will it be ergot
or lyme

will it be ribbons
or thyme

Oh what will my love send to me

will it be able
or kind

will it be whiskey
or wine

will it be petals
or brine

will it be woolen
or twine

Oh what will my true love send to me

Art City Parade 2008


Murder


C-Dog in the Lab, Big Smoke


back to bigfoot

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Meadows

Saturday, July 26, 2008

on the spot.

you hit me like
Ahmedabad's sixteen small bombs

let me burn

i don't want to be rescued.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Halfdrunk Pome on the Glory of the Streetscapes of Time and Memory and Montreal when you and Daivd and Ren were there

another long
stickyhot
walking under
Montreal sun when i
passed that spot again and i
had almost forgotten until
just now
how i almost lost you in
the concrete and the crowds there
was a certain music only
we (four) could hear it and
it swelled inside my lungs and inside my
eyes
it was another
afternoon you were
so much in
your new dress and i'd always
wanted you and
you always halfway knew it and it
made you feel so
strong and so
alive and i
would have
changed my name
for you then, or
joined a
cult,
if you'd asked me to--

i couldn't help it,
anyone would have--
it was magic
we were alive with
every moment of
possibility and you
shimmered in the
heat of the day with
life and all its
endless permutations when we
walked up the
mountain and into the park--

the boisterous caribbean picnic the
dog dragging a lawn chair on his
leash and his tongue hanging out and
laughing too, he knew, like
us that that it was
funny he was
being a clown and the
family sitting down the hill from
us while i read your
complicated
musings on Virginia Woolf and
the hot young half-naked
college kids playing
frisbee it was all
alive the Lac du
Castors was alive with its orange
goldfish and its green
algae the pavillion was
alive the city itself with
breathing and alive it was
everything that was
you in your new dress and

now,
a week later to the
minute,
mostly drunk and
alone, i had to
stop on ste. catherine
under the
strip club sign and
write this all down.

born of the fire-- words and music by smktgr and winnipegasus

(in techno)

Born of the fire
i am a godking,
master of the universe
master of all things,

born of the fire,
born in the burning blaze
see me coming
out of the purple haze
born of the fire
just like louis riel
born to revolt
and rebel
casting that mumbo jumbo
voodoo spell...

Ray Phathom

I've posted Chapter 1, Part 1 of my sci-fi serial on a new blog.

If interested, you can check it out here:

http://rayphathom.blogspot.com/

It's adventure sci-fi a-la Buck Rogers, Doc Savage, The Shadow - just an advanced warning for those expecting something a little more "literary". It's still good fun though!

Thanks.

The Skybird Band

video

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Sandra and Karmen, Thursday morning




Tree and Pont Jacques Cartier, ongoing...





So, yes, my series out my back door/porch continues. I've been doing it almost daily for about six months now, and have about 1600 pics that go from snow to buds to leaves to flowers to berries to picked clean by noisy birds.

Merles d'Amerique/ American blackbirds




Rainstorm and Aftermath




Fireworks



Wednesday, July 23, 2008

ranier maria rilke

says:
"have patience with everything unresolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves
don't search for the answers
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them
and the point is, to live everything
live the questions now"

Tuesday, July 22, 2008





I'm a fan of Marimekko...this is interesting, I like this designers work(bottom right). (below it's described from an add in Crate and Barrel)


Finn fine art. Instant international art installation via Marimekko ® of Finland artist fabric panels and our clever hanging hardware that un-frames this novel un-art. "Hetkia/Moments" (2003) by Maija Louekari draws the viewer into a b/w/grey urban street scene. A Maija Louekari design from Marimekko of Finland

untitled

she’s been left lonely
now,
for so many nights

fever as her lullaby
and too much room for thinking
in a bed for one

but it doesn’t matter much
once she sleeps
where
loneliness unleashes the beast

of bleeding hearts
and west wind
that blows her echo
far past where she’s been

and
there will be hell to pay
if he ever sees her again.

Thursday, July 17, 2008