Tuesday, September 30, 2008

"What, me worry?"

William of Ockham

...For nothing ought to be posited without a reason given, unless it is self-evident (literally, known through itself) or known by experience or proved by the authority of Sacred Scripture.

...It is vain to do with more that which can be done with less.

... For just as a mechanic who lacks a complete knowledge of his tool gains a fuller [knowledge] by using it, so one who is educated in the firm principles of logic, while he painstakingly devotes his labor to the other sciences, acquires at the same time a greater skill at this art.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Jiddu Krishnamurti

I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or to coerce people along any particular path. If you first understand that, then you will see how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, and you cannot and must not organize it. If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, to be imposed on others. This is what everyone throughout the world is attempting to do. Truth is narrowed down and made a plaything for those who are weak, for those who are only momentarily discontented. Truth cannot be brought down, rather the individual must make the effort to ascend to it. You cannot bring the mountain-top to the valley. If you would attain to the mountain-top you must pass through the valley, climb the steeps, unafraid of the dangerous precipices.


You cannot depend upon anybody. There is no guide, no teacher, no authority. There is only you—your relationship with others and with the world—there is nothing else. When you realize this, it either brings great despair, from which comes cynicism and bitterness, or, in facing the fact that you and nobody else is responsible for the world and for yourself, for what you think, what you feel, how you act, all self-pity goes. Normally we thrive on blaming others, which is a form of self-pity.


Freedom is not a reaction; freedom is not a choice. It is man's pretence that because he has choice he is free. Freedom is pure observation without direction, without fear of punishment and reward. Freedom is without motive; freedom is not at the end of the evolution of man but lies in the first step of his existence. In observation one begins to discover the lack of freedom. Freedom is found in the choiceless awareness of our daily existence and activity.


Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something—and it is only such love that can know freedom.


You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life…

Laozi (Lao Tzu)

To understand others is to be knowledgeable; to understand yourself is to be wise.

Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power.


To lead people walk behind them.

"I can, therefore i am."
Simone Weil.

"We must do and think the impossible. If only the possible happened, nothing more would happen. If I only did what I can do, I wouldn't do anything at all"
Jacques Derrida

No problem can stand the assault of sustained thinking. -Voltaire

Saturday, September 27, 2008

1990s Canadiana

Toronto's Bourbon Tabernacle Choir, one of my absolute biggest influences as far as live acts go. I don't know how many times I went and saw them play at the Pyramid around this time (1988-1994?). The Meanies even had the privilege of opening for them in Thunder Bay not too long before they folded. Singer Kate Fenner and keyboardist Chris Brown still make music together in NYC.

Me Mom and Morgentaler, another fantastic band of the same era, from Montreal. This clip is from a recent show, as they have apparently re-formed the band. Sound and video quality aren't great, but the band looks in fine form! They had some of the most energetic live shows I have ever seen, ever.


Aretha Franklin, in a scene from the Blues Brothers, possibly the greatest musical movie of all time, doing "Think", singing it at blues legend Matt "Guitar" Murphy.


So, this is a re-post, but last time I put it up it was just a link. Here it is embedded.

This song is fabulous.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Polar Bear Painting (work in progress)

Drawings by James Culleton

Family Portrait, 2007

Saxes, Trumpets, and Flutes, 2008

Portrait of Dru, 2007

Portrait of David, 2008

None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free. -Goethe



across the in-between,

build a bridge

above the unforeseen,

recognize the cloudlit sun

the sunless day

the moonless sleep

loneliness within company

friends within enemies

betrayal without violence

a fair trade, a good price;

exchange and yet -

do not leave anything behind.
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Thursday, September 25, 2008

Endless Wonder


Ted's final Winnipeg show

Hey all,
I am moving to Calgary in November and am having a solo show at the Edge (611 -Main). The opening reception is Friday night from 7-11pm. I hope you can make it!


Maslow's Playstructure

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The social bases of self-esteem

You can bring a horse to water, some will drink and some will not, but you need a system to bring the horses nonetheless:
Help if you can
Kill if you must
This is the Law

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


pianissimo... pianissimo...

there is a leak that drips
ecstatically against my eardrum

there is a light that pours
out on the other side of the earth
as darkness tips over onto me

there is a thought that has
wound it's way around atoms
and galaxies, from the big bang
to the end of entropy

there is a pleasant refrain
and there is a coldness
at absolute zero
which I cannot fathom.

I Am The Wind


I am the wind
hear me breathe
in out across the world

Between dusty mountains
and glistening valleys
over parenthetical islands
and illusory borders
through time and out of mind
seasonally shifting ceaselessly
disregarding syntax, law, war
and the other conventions of humanity

Pray to me, bow down
ignore me, turn away
in any case
I continue on my path
in every direction
at once
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Are you Listening?

You're listening and it appears nothing has changed,
You may not be criminally responsible, but a 61 year old man was hit with vengence.
You're listening and it's the final hour. Everyday it's almost the same. You're born and then you die, and in between is just maintenance.
You're listening and as sure as the sun will shine and I squiggle a lyrical line, it's not about you or me, it's about them and how fast they grow and talk and learn.
Another greyhound stabbing, another greyhound beheading, and another shooting at a school.
Are you listening?

Monday, September 22, 2008

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Friday, September 19, 2008

I just wrote this 5 minutes ago

Just the Nightmare
Polish off the pins
The dust never has much to waste
Gorgeous among the shouts
Fool between the crowd
It’s just the nightmare
Like you did with the fray
It’s just the nightmare
Like you did to solve the collapse
The king can’t repair
What they can escape
You cannot mute the gorgeous
You cannot take from what’s in your head
There is a product
Of what you’ve been wondering
It’s just the nightmare
Like you fought in the clay
It’s just the nightmare
That you wanted for the boys’
It’s just the nightmare
And that’s the way to solve them
Here’s just one more problem
The stones lie right under a further surface
You have an itch
Right where the skin will sag
Polish the pins
And watch the mirror put a crown on your head
A seldom way to play
There is something to humiliate
It will come without a price
You don’t have much to waste
Or much to use
It’s just the nightmare
They’ll learn to weigh
It’s just the nightmare
That will make them sway away
It’s just the nightmare
Come to solve the problems
It’s just the nightmare
You gave to the girls’
The king will never be able
To mute the queen in your head
You don’t want to have a say
It’s just the nightmare
Now roll your dice and play
It’ll leave you raw on a bouquet

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Theremin (for Andrina)

From wikipedia: The theremin is one of the earliest electronic musical instruments. It was invented by Russian inventor Léon Theremin (Russian: Лев Сергеевич Термен) in 1919. The theremin is an electrophone, a subset of the quintephone family. Classical composers who have written for theremin include Lera Auerbach, Bohuslav Martinů, Dmitri Shostakovich, Percy Grainger, Christian Wolff, Joseph Schillinger, Alan Hovhaness, Edgar Varese, Moritz Eggert, Iraida Yusupova, Jorge Antunes, Vladimir Komarov, Anis Fuleihan and Dalit Warshaw.

Clara Rockmore (born Clara Reisenberg, Vilnius, Lithuania, March 9, 1911; d. New York City, May 10, 1998) is generally considered to be the most accomplished performer ever of the theremin.

Clara Rockmore performs "The Swan" (Saint-Saëns):

Contrast with Pablo Casals, cellist, performing the same piece:

!Not to be confused with:

Nathan's Theremin

Uniter article

A drawn out process

Scott Nolan @ The Times Change(d) High and Lonesome Club

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Lyrical Lines

Lyrical Lines
Drawings by James Culleton
Opening September 18th 7-9pm
The Folk Exchange
103-211 Bannatyne Ave
Show runs until October 24thTuesday-Saturday

Monday, September 15, 2008

Backyard, Sunday Morning

Pack of Motorbikes

I've got signals baby, they're anxious vehicles and they're shiny and new.
I've got back and forth people watching people, watching people, watching people, watching you.
They're all doing it for the money, yes, they're all doing it for the money. With a promise to a God, and promise to a country, doing it for the family, doing it for the money.
Sidestreets and motorcops, high speeds and hardtops, on the speedway the red car races.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Think About Things Recklessly


Continuing a trend is what I do naturally
Picking up where someone else started
(but not necessarily left off)
I'm a joiner, not a leader

Observe, participate
that's how I get my inspiration
perhaps I lack an impulsive streak
(there's no perhaps about it)
so after long and careful consideration
I have decided
to do nothing about it.
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