These are the Krahns I know.

These are all Krahns that I found on the net. Meet Jakob, Terry, Lonnie, a memeber of the Krahn ethnic army of Congo, and John P, farmer.

Sam Saidman

This is not a poem

so just listen, if this is all i have to tell you then it's
all i have
or haven't
had yet

but i wanted it
at some point
wanted it so bad it was like cancer
like the vacuum of outer space

so pull, slowly,
away from silence, it
is night
that you aren't prepared for yet
you want to be
prepared

so pick it up and keep going

even if you've seen it all before
and it's an illusion and
things aren't what they seem to be keep
going

onwards

on

words

into the unknown





ii.

highway
imagination
extending
every
direction
every
possibility
and
every
distance

stars rip past your skull
emptiness
opens all around
silences drop out-wards
and in
words

silences
drop out
of school like
fishes
in the ocean of zen
and righteousness
and conviction,

so
float off,
into the unknown
and known
and come back with
a poem.

Splendour

The being
is not being
no form, no light
only a wish maiden
material desire
blessed with
presence, loved
by creation
for it is yours
to learn of the
faith that reasons
and gives so that
we can grasp
of splendour

ImaginativeLands

In the little land
time hides its desire

In the middle land
fire awakens in bloom

In the big land
choices bleed of their wounds

And in the imagination
the stories learn of the squire

Shaped

BabyLorne

TheComing

BabyDan

Feel

Flow

Strong

Beginning

Let`s git nutz!

The Seceret to Dry Eyes

"It's strange… little one, down there,
when all the world is crying,
how dare you sit and stare?"

Well sir I'm sorry sir,
But I've just been down below,
and I will start my crying
when I'm as high as I can go.

"But all is lost,
or have you forgot, the world is ending,
this is the top!"

I'm sorry once again, kind sir,
to find fault, in your measuring,
but I have seen a higher place
and will cry, at the beginning.

"Damn you little thing, look at everything,
your losing, and your lost
to have it all again the cost
is more than you can bear!"

I'm sorry to interrupt sir,
but I never bought anything,
for nothing
is for sale to me

"You little shit!
You stay down there!
I was going to help you up
but now your really
down on your luck!"

Your right there sir,
I need help up, but…
I think I'll wait right here

I've got a friend below, below,
a place I have yet to go
and soon I will see him
and see him whole

Then further
above below
the pegasus will take me.

TheLiving

Every night
the words
the mind
blush red
and faint
with the given

It's easy
to look
at the hope
of limits
but that's
much harder

Every night
the words
the mind
blush red
and faint
with the given

Rainbow

The colours
touch as
the light
whispers its
dreams

Blue eyes
and red
grasping
three

Mornings
as the rainbow
feels an end

ToHave

Train 6501
caressed her
redemption

Travelling
free, strong
with the wind

Is all she
ever had

Is all she
ever had

Hidden Saints

The 36 Hidden Saints

According to tradition, there are 36 lofty souls present in every generation who sustain, nurture and guard this Hidden Light. Those that guard it, remain hidden and unassuming as well. These 36 righteous people are sparks of that Hidden Light. Through their refined consciousness, this light, warmth and wisdom flows into and permeates the world.

"J" by Rejean Malaison

La Poupée Fabriquée

BuffaloGod (after Courtnage)

It will burn
the ghost
shirt

but if you
can escape
that

you will
be native
to this land

I feel
bows and
arrows

and the Buffalo
sings

I feel

Integral Lesson #4

I.
The integral
suffers from
momentum
burdened
desire
cleansing
the living body
replacing
reach with
the holy body

II.
The integral
rages with
colour
weighed by the
light of tomorrow
searching for
truth in the fusion
of mercy and
expression

TheLands

I know the things;
I too reach
for cleansing
in the lands
of little, middle,
and big

From "Memory" a collection of poems 1998

The Glass of Memory
We are half living dreams and half dead memories.
The resurrection of memories, the act of regret
is a process of misinterpretation, where you re re-invent your self.
We dream-imagine ourselves from our personal histories.

Wrecking myself was necessary for me.
The lower I could go, the higher the climb.
A hero is one who is brave in the face of adversity.
I'm a self-inflicted hero.

I've kept a record of this journey,
the finding of a dream, at the bottom of a hole
-my own design. With the heat from the core
of that dream ill forge myself anew.

But that is the end; and not
in this book. The journey,
the memory misinterpreted
and re-invented for you

is just a page away.

QuiveringFire

The balcony
was cold
but the feeling
pure

as the lustful
desiring
youth
died

and it felt
good to hear
your voice

That tenor
living
so long
of timbre and
quivering fire

The Sound of Smith Falls

Ringing
of faith

the sound
of Smith
Falls

Reckless
and joyous

the sound
of Smith
Falls

is set
free

TheGift

To be born
like the leaves
around a tree

Feeding
a centre
so that others
can go on

To be born
of answer
and legend

Feeding
a centre
so that others
can go on

Need (from my black book)

There she goes
there she is
getting what she needs

punishment, in blood
malevolent obsession
paying what she owes

The revenge of a neanderthal
whose love feels violent
like rape to me

"It is work for the sake of the worker, the means to appropriate nature and the heritage of other people's skills and ideas - thus a means of developing oneself."

Harold Rosenberg, but less gender specific

art jargon

plasticity 1.The real or apparent three dimensionality of a work of art and it's interaction with the surrounding space.

contour 1. The outline which defines a particular form. By using thick contour lines one is able to suggest greater plasticity.

collage 1. From the French verb coller, meaning to stick. Collage is the art of permitting the maximum diversity of source material whilst at the same time producing coherent artistic synthesis.

from The Chinese Theory of Art, 1967

I have been of the opinion that men, animals, houses and furniture have a constant form. On the other hand, mountains and rocks, bamboos and trees, ripples, mists and clouds have no constant form(hsing) but have a constant inner nature (li - an inner law of being)

Sung Tu, 1036 -1101

Wanda Koop

Integral Lesson #3

Searching for light
the integral
awaits the maiden
of fury taming
desire for stillness
in a place filled
of greed and
fleshy fruits
to mesmerise
in the
iterative
being

Integral Lesson #2

Our minds
resonate
the beginning
of love and fire

And if listened to:
the song learned
feeds into
lines
that heal
those that
do not

Integral Lesson #1

The integral
challenges
all incredulity

Doing it softly
and elegantly

And when
it is time

A surge
so strong,
it is undeniable

BlackHoleSun

PICT0014, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Today I visited the King's Palace. Pretty gnarly place. That dude has an enormous collection of gold encrusted mansions and emeralds and rubies and diamonds and towers and a huge army of litte Thai dudes who all know mui thai. One temple here that I was forbidden to take pictures of was probably the most obscenely deccadent structure I have ever entered since Versaille when I was a small child. Every where is sparkling with jewels numberless and a hundred hippies and monks and tourists from denmark bowing and paying homage to an emerald bhuda sitting high up in a massive chamber on top of a pile of gold like fricking an enlightened scrooge Mcduck. I entered a reclining valium mystrical bhuda pose there and the guards with machine guns woke me up. There's a sign that says don't point your feet at the bhuda so I sort of walked in sideways like a crab. Next I got an audience with the King having announced myself to be a Godking from the West. I cracked open a bottle of Soju I had saved from Korea and we talked politics and women. He told me in my next fight to swing more elbows and I told him to crack down on the lady-boys. After he passed out on his emerald throne I stole his ring, french kissed the siamese princess and rode away back to my cubicle cockroach hotel room on an elephant.

Combat

PICT0002, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Back on Kosan road in Bankok just got some new ink done to commemorate the fight. It says SAM SMOKE TIGER in thai.

The arena was like someone's back yard in the middle of the jungle. I had a pretty good posse of supporters. Among them the Champion of the Island my trainer Pu who fights every week and always wins. He fought after me, victory by knockout in the third round. Knee to the kidneys.

After they massaged me with fire oil and wrapped my hands I put on the gloves and they told me to shadow box in the dirt.

Then I entered the ring and performed the complicated dance ritual designed to banish evil spirits from the ring. A strange music is playing in the background kind of like a weird asian trumpet swooning over a droning feedback electric guitar.

My oponant Pansak was probably 15 pounds lighter and 6 inches shorter and about 35. Long time veteran. He was really ugly looking with a mole on his face with long six inch hairs growing out of it. Like a rat-monkey. That's the style here. If you have a mole on your face its auspicious and you let the hair there grow.

So then we start to fight. I had abstained from alchohol and smoke for 4 days. This day I had comsumed some spice and had eaten little. I was sort of in a trance. Not nervous at all.

Punches kicks exchanged. He starts targeting my lead knee. Soon I realized that truly I had no experience in receiving blows and even less knowledge of how to block them and it seemed like he was kicking me and punching me straight with ease. I just sort of let him do it. Meanwhile I was also landing some hard rights and kicks to the body.

First few rounds pass and Im feeling the pain and discombobulation. One fist he lands to the jaw makes me feel what it would be like to be knocked out. But still I keep absorbing them.

I land a good solid kick to the crotch.

3rd 4rth rounds I'm hurting especially on the left knee where he just keeps wacking me and wacking me.

I get frustrated and just grab him and body slam him.

Then I deliver a knee to the crotch.

I'm wearing pink shorts laced with silver and green with FIVE STARS on the front.

The whole time Im fricking laughing and smiling like a madman. And we love each other, always knocking gloves in salute and he understands that Im sorry for instinctually targeting his groin.

I body slam him again in the fourth round.

Meanwhile my posse is yelling out thingslike

"every blow makes you stronger"
"finish him"
"Dance your power animal"

Fifth and final round Im really really hurting but am starting to understand how to land really solid rights. Also a few good knees when we're up close grappling. It's all a dance.

Round ends the ref calls it a draw.

Too fricking good to be true.

Now Im here and sort of hobbling along down this crazy travellers strip in bancokc of internet cafes and tatoo parlers and elephants and beggers and pad thai vendors.

Fighting is addictive. Although my supporters did nothing but praise me and making me feel on top of the world, my coach scolded me severely. I could have fought a lot better.
I will fight again.

Wednesday is India. Im thinking of heading north into the desert and mountains.

Light

The white washes
the black of
generous desire
and pushing the
light from every pore
to live again

Giving of Wonder

Giving
of wonder
the shadows
dissolve
bearing
only
the wish
of little
places
that give
over to
middle
places
that beget
the big
places
where
emerald
dreams
of the diamonds
in-between
nothing
and everything
give
what I
wonder

Feed

The power of
MisterE as I
twirled and
twirled not
completing
my task

Graceful in
the touch
he holds
us if only
for a moment
through fears
and places
where rage
will feed

Anita-Land 

The Dragon and The Tiger 

Partir

Golden

We of the
bursting shine
must give
to live forever

We must
make of the
flesh the gift
that it is:

the presence
that does not
waiver, the
balance of
truth in the
golden

Revenir

TheReturn

Live by CQJC

Live to be human
Live to be deep
Live to love yourself
Live to be need
Live to work
Live to play
Live to accept
everything they can't
no, everything they won't
Live to be.

TheChild (after Courtnage)

Riding to the crest
we saw the valley

how long
to wait of the
child to be born

Climbing on the cloud
he faced new trials

hearing the distance
tell of the rainbow
and the truth
of colour

A deep resonance
seeps into the nave

Here I am
Here I am

Enchantments

the hallucination
engine roars
released
of the great
autumnal
desiring to
please of
its wisdom
what is learned
when life
is unlearned
and the real
dignified in
its enchantments

Sam I Am

PICT0001, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Here I am in my completed form. Once again ready for burning. Throw me into the fire. Watch me crawl out of the abyss wearing a white cape and eating locusts and honey.

Tommorrow Im headed into the ring at nine oclock. I don't know who my opponant is but Im expecting a burly little thai man who fights every week. Knees kicks elbows punches and if you get locked up with the guy you're allowed to sort of wrestle him to the ground. I've learned the special dancing ritual.

Doesn't really matter which way I choose, I can never lose. Only love can break my heart. Perhaps a well placed knee might break my ribs though. For christsakes pray for me people.

Im bringing all my bags with me and the next morning if Im able it's back to Bankcock and then off to India. I beleive that Ive championed this place. Everyone here has witnessed my various unleashings:physical, histerical, mystrical, magical, musical, gymnastical, stylistical, artistical, grammatical, drunkenical. They will all come now and watch me burn! Ive done this before. The dance of death. I will never see these people again. Ritualized suicide. But remember folks that it's all for you. By the time I make it back home I will have burned through several layers of skin and passed through many a fiery gate. It's all for you! I will be your champion! Show me where to point my gun. Don't cry for me Winnipeg. Sad eyed people of the prairie. I hear you've got a new prime minister. Look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventees.

Meanwhile Im busy re-writing the future into my book of eternal foolishness. And beleive me, you all have starring roles.

Now a prayer to the divine consciousness to sharpen our intellect so that the mind can bow to the wisdom of the heart. Allow our thoughts and words and actions to be guided not by fear or ego but by the universal intelligent wisdom that resides in our hearts.

L'Assassin orange

The Joyous Monkeys

A gem among diamonds
rise the joyous monkeys
and MisterE says of
the little world:

This is where you play

A gem among diamonds
rise the joyous monkeys
and MisterE says of
the middle world:

Too many, too many

A gem among diamonds
rise the joyous monkeys
and MisterE says of
the big world:

It is here that we know

DoYou

Do you wear
the chord that
gives up
the crowning
thrones

Do you listen
to ratio or
article faith
in the beauty
of the fire

Do you

Immediacy

People feel
beyond their
immediacy

They smell
into a distance
not traversed
by the light
but extended
of the grace

Connected
and unhinged
we travel
of the beauty

Do you feel
their immediacy

Sam

PICT0012, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Here's the pit fighting bill. Ive been training for about a week. Flying knees and jumping elbow moves. The morning after Im off to India.

For some reason all the Thai's call me Sam.

Take Care

these God-damned
children are dying
and the
god-damned
politi-pigs lying
for land

why

religions

can do
what they do
to the sons of their mothers
bullets raining
on the virgins
for religions
and land

why

are these God-damned
children dying
these God-damned
children are dying

for land

Magic

Living
in a house
that is haunted
by pianos
playing simple
songs of need

traces of past
smiles walk the
room thinking
of when fingers
whispered
of her magic

Poisoned

I want to be
released from
need which
in itself is a need
so is there no
escape from
this palpating
freedom of
poisoned
wishes

MisterE

Inaugurated
by MisterE
of the gracious
reinforcement
that builds
the weak
and heals
the sick,
giving of
the vital
essential
iterate
to never
lose, to
only glow
of the free
and shine

The High of Immortal Suffering

I am Baldur's unfortunate dwarf
awaiting ragnarok and Loki's tears
to bring my master back again

I am Ptah in his dark tomb
where Ra shines not
on all the gold of my wrapped corpse

I am the shadowed space between
leviathans sunscorched bones
still wondering where all the water came from

I am but the philosphers stone
Cronus vomited upon the ground
that Melia once gazed upon

I am the little white rabbit
who holds the smoking pipe
for the ungrateful tiger who left the cave

I am Pangu the head bittn' dog boy
and restlessly I fetch and play
much to the princesses dismay

I am the cries of the monster Manigotogan
my poor sore throat to sooth
with circling cigarette smoke

I am on the high mount of immortal suffering
with my mix matched pantheon
But I won't be here dung deep for long

(don't worry be happy, I got no style)

Baby 3 - The Sacred Vessel

Baby 2 - Sleeping Like A Baby

Baby 1 - Dutch Baby Pancake

SpinFree

The eyes
palpate
their
holder's
existence
filling in
gaps
setting
things
abound
in spin
and free

See

Evolution
forgets of the
telos

Announcing
itself as
logos

When it
is only
technos

Evolution
when married
to love
spews
forth the
differentiate
you do
see

PossibleWorlds

To touch
the range
and truth

To taste
the iterate
of days

Morning's
calm
as the night
flowers of
possible
worlds

Doe Ma Bep

This night, or rather this morning, I woke with a creaking side, as I often do when I indulge. Regular, unwavering consumption of seaweed and Kimchi was interupted at dinner for the exception of a very expensive, not so tasty pizza. As I have come to see the pattern, eating wheat, leads to an aching body on account of my allergies, or strangeness, or what have you. This morning whe I woke, at 5 am, I couldn't merely take an ibuprofen and go back to sleep. Something was weighing heavy on my mind. Three syllables: Doe Ma Bep. I rose from my warm slumber and sat mystified from the haunting word, on a plasticy mock-leather tan-yellow sofa, that looked like James winter coat. It crinkled with the filth of crusted "Nidge" (Andrew, the previous tenant), far beneath the cleanable surface. I dared to reach into its crack and pull out a particularily noisy, guilty piece of discarded paper. On it, I wrote with a dying dry erase board marker "Doe Ma Bep" in Korean letters. In Canada I kept a pet Salamander, which the day before last had perished, presumably, by the mysterious "wasting disease". Perhaps this was the cause for those three little burps being on my brain at such an irregular hour. At that time, this time, in the quiet night, I also considered the announced discovery of salamanders here in South Korea prior to my arrival. I have long admired and respected this creature for its adabtability. Whether drought or flood, it could flourish, and without scales or fur, only a thin membrane of toxic skin, its wrap endured many climates, avoided many predators, and has prevailed longer than most species, long extinct in our world. Perhaps its adaptability even rivaled what respect my imagination had given it, after all here it was 1000 legues away from its previously known native homes. How did it get here? Has it always been? Where else might it be discovered - in the gurgling belly of the world? On this quest for answers I could not find, my stomach churned and moaned like a cat in heat that once lived here (it also woke me up at night to contemplate my dreams). Who is to say something must travel by ordinary means, that is to say, in all likely hood, the amphibian in question didn't walk here on its stubby legs. And if it dematerialized, and then materialized, who is to say it happened in that order, should we entertain an idea so far out of our regular acceptance. Maybe my pet salamander in Canada, now spent, traveled far in advance of my knowledge here to this country to meet me. Maybe it was in my dreams in the first week of my arrival to say "You are not alone, and thanks for the tasty worms that I've gorged on for many years, sensually tweezered into my mouth". It may be unlikely, but not impossible that this ancient creature came before me to test the Korean shore, to also say "despite the chemical plants, and somewhat inhospitably poisoned environment, we can live here, we can thrive, we can adapt, it's safe, safe enough for us that change". At the same time maybe it isn't safe enough for "The Gare", or Gary, the American 53 year old, X-boxer-mathametician. Having been jogged in the head by fists and differentials too many times to stand the change in geography, he has seemed to have vanished. Did he too put the materialization wagon before the dematerialization horse, like the "Doe Ma Bep", the salamander?

The Delroys

Blood and Leaves are but Memories

A tired, tired road warrior,
Fell from my solar chariot
long ago, to find, the earth
a cold place to sleep or rest
I have studied, day and night

In art have searched the wing
I lost to reach my home again

One winged angels only know
how to cirlce in a vast halo
I set my wing upon the mast
of my ark of mutilated dreams

another dawn, a new begining

the abyss of memory still
waters through my viens
beat my heart, beat my will
the music brings my sins
away, never to return, today

blood stained concrete streets
will be washed clean in spring
as winters icy tipped breeze
blows away the falls sweet leaves

I set my course, my fate unknown

Dreams of Little Land

Meeting in
big land
we found
ourselves
in the middle
land wondrous
and out-numbered
powerful of
the thunder
with those
that know
little land
can only
dream

Diplomat

Tasting
poisoned soups
and washing
colours from
the top of
the world

One cannot
always lead
and must know
how to follow
the rhythms
that speak
of position
and circumstance

Ablaze

Looking for
unfathomable
grace

You will
be sorry
you
did not
look

At the stillness
of the radiant
mercy

Ablaze
with prayer

Casting Spells That Give

"Unlabled' (Wotan inspired)

Spring

It all falls
from the tree

Birthing
to be re-birthed

And dancing
across the waters

Ice forms
a cocoon

Of its
grace

The new
foliage

Will stretch
to spring

Reunion

gemmed crown
supported by the
diamonds of the free

which way to
reunion
and touch
of the
thinking three

Darts

Style and spacing
are all that matter
when darts
extend from
a lover's spell

Impossible to
separate them
impossible to
deny them
the smell of
the other

As the dart
embeds into
the pulpy
moist flesh
of desire

regression

PICT0012_1, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Wow, last night I was riding my bike returning from Hapkido practice and I was riding through these woods when I passed by a massive spiderweb. I decided to stop to check it out. As I was examining the enormous spider I heard a kitten cying Help me! I looked under a bush and there was a kitten. And so I had no choice but to take it home. If she survives (im guessing its a girl) then I will call her Gomi. The korean word for spider.

The Riddle of Wotan

ONE EYE BLIND HEARTS
Watch Out
The Tin Man is comming
he does not need a heart to feel
So gaurd all those hearts
that of glass were made
that tic and tock
in distance and in time
with thunders rolling
flashin along the horizon
and its' a quiet storm
yet far away on the prairies.
White doves sail seas
to crystaline pearl shores
in the hereafter
of the afterworld
No tinman it's not
a heart you were denied
it was your soul
or are you blind