dark light dark light...

l.l. fitzgerald and prairie sky

rain, sun, etc.

part of my ongoing "pictures from out of the front and back doors of the label" series.

i belive

sometimes something rocks so hard that you have to share it. This is one of those things. This one goes out to the smoky tiger. www.draconian.com

Consciousness

Consciousness Is
Consciousness Be

The State of Consciousness

nothing

tiger, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Can you bring into your mind the concept of entities that exist who are more advanced than we are?

Could you believe in living beings that have conciousness but have no material body?

joe mils and the smell relax and look pretty 

In the Shade

Torontonez

Figures in Strangeland

sketch, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Three men and one woman dressed in blue are standing in a grassy field with a purple castle in the background.

A nude-winged female glides through the air above.

Marc Mayer, Director of Montreal's Contemporary Art Museum, Seen here perched precariously on a bar stool, listening to his right

Heritage Speculation

Back Alley Building shot #3

This is the logo i made for you fantasy football team.  

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the harpsichord
comes with me
to the sea

how much
people give
for no return

and met
the day
we were
never friends

Untitled

Macronto

Dragonflies

detail of Art City mural

this is by Lisa Wood (was at Plug In before) and a bunch of Art City kiddos.

isn't it great???

This is ment to be taken with a grain of salt. Photo By L-blizzard 

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stoic
stands
waiting
for the
gate
of flesh
and the
rage
of truth
to give
of the
essence
of bursting
shine

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glue
the pictures
on top
of old
ones
and
don't
listen
to bells
that whistle
and confuse
the dream
from within

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momentous
gestures
create
the ill-fated
assurance
of strict
command
but how
can I
be sure
when you
give cold
lust

Ren, Josey and the Burnt Smoky

Prairie Cocktail by C.Zurzolo

Driving down
Highway 59
At sunset
The sky looks
Newly stirred
Blue Curacao
Grenadine swirls
Foam and float
Imbibed
While I think
Bartender what is in this drink?

Art

Art, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Viewing and discussing art not only soothes the soul, it also helps cure ills like high blood pressure and constipation.

A researcher had 20 women of around 80 years of age gather once a week for four months to discuss different works of art.

"The result was positive. Their attitudes became more positive, more creative, their blood pressure went in the right direction ... and they used fewer laxatives,"

A control group of 20 women who met to discuss their hobbies and interests once a week instead of art did not experience the same effects, she pointed out.

"There was a significant difference between the groups," she said, adding that the art group had continued to show positive effects many months after their last discussion.

"It's all about using art in a structured way," she said.

Art City Kids

Art City Parade, 2005

Art City rules!

I was in West Broadway today taking some pics that will hopefully be in my upcoming article.

This mural is awesome, no? Wanda KOOP and the whole Art City crew did it.

Turd

Rego Woman

Organicum Residency

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Poke
holes
for oxygen
gunfire
icons
dot
the
python
give it
all
you
got
ride
the feathered
muscle
of value
bells
and whistles

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candy-stripe
wishes
to the sooty
flow of
veins
don't struggle
it's easier
that way

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the touch
rises
from the
hunger
that
was never
satiated
because
of your
preferences
and tastes
bitter
the moral
poverty
is

Alex Colville and Misinterpretation

This painting is brilliant. Alex Colville, a nova scotia artist did it. The thing about him that's always talked and written about is that he was a WW II official war artist, and was there when Canadians and Americans first arrived in Bergen-Belsen-- saw the piles of bodies, etc. Said that what shocked him about it was the ability to stop caring so quickly. "You see one body and it's awful," he said, "but when you see 500 bodies it's not 500 times worse. There's a certain point at which you simply stop caring, which shocks you, really."

The "darkness" of the war has never really left his art-- it's often quite ghostly and sorrowful.

Now, read what a motivational coach and speaker says on her website about this work...

"In her office, hangs an Alex Colville print that perhaps best sums up Sue’s insatiable zest for life. A horse gallops down the railroad track to meet an oncoming train. “I’ve had it in my office since 1978,” she says. “The sheer determination of the horse always inspires me. It’s as if I can do anything. My philosophy has always been that anything is possible... anything at all. If I focus on a specific goal and am truly committed to it, I know I’ll get there... just like you can.”"

I wonder what Colville would think of her interpretation of his work. He might like it, who knows. Aside from the obvious (?) fact that the horse is not in fact galloping to meet the train, as she says, but is standing there perfectly still, almost waiting for it to hit him, I think she's missed the whole point.

BUT THIS INTERPRETATION WORKS FOR HER!!! so is that enough? i dunno.

o, art. o, humanity.

View 1

This is a pic (also from last winter) that i did some photoshop on. Things often look good on the monitor at the Label, and then not so good when i see 'em on a better monitor. That pic of Andrew kicking against that weird stitched wall, for e.g.? Can't see him in it at the Label, at all.

Anyway, the label as viewed from across a snowy U of W courtyard. Margaret Laurence used to hang out in that there courtyard and smoke cigarettes back in the 50's. Then she wrote a few little books about Neepawa (called it Manawaka) that are read, studied, and translated all over the world.

Note the subtle-ish differences between this and the image below.

View 2

Same pic before photoshopping. I wanted to remove all overtly human presence--cars and people, i guess.

My humble life

Seems that all my posts on here come from the Label. Guess it's b/c i'm there all the time. Last March 16, at 4:12 pm, it was warm and sunny.

Defeat

Yukdugu

DSC00418, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Oh how the kitty is wise
as she lounges
and when she awakens,
she bites and tears my flesh

I love pussies

Elixer

Elixer, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Elixer of Gold
Elixer of Mercury
purge the unpure
rejuvenate
shiver with power
unleashed
drink
get in in you

Climax by C.Zurzolo

If she
asks me
I'll say
marry the one
that
ignites
poetry
and passion
because in the end
a man is a man is a man is man is a man.

a graet 70's winnipegger 

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And we
attacked
with the
locusts
decimated
by hoses
and dreams
like the birds
in unison
of the distance

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Do you
remember
the days
of slavery
when capital
decided
to build
on the temple
fools
project
lust
valleys
do you
remember

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Round
the clock
the whisper
of selling
sounds
the rot
of souls
but some of
us survive

In other smurf news, Smurf Village bombed by War Planes

Current Events

World Events, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

The eternal lovers prepare to copulate while a foolish smurf unleashes the terror from its crypt.

In other news:
1.It has now been proven that there once lived a race of humans less than a meter in hieght. They were discovered on the island of Flores Indonesia

2. They re sending a special robot deeper into the Grand pyramid of Egypt. Apparently they just figured out that they havent actually discovered the true tomb. They reckon there is a larger stranger one concealed inside. Results of this expedition will be out within the next couple of months.

Man on the run

Anonymous

Roberts

Being is Mind

I'm trying to collapse epistemology into ontology, or trying to show that just b/c we can know things in many ways, it doesn't mean that the result is some fundamental relativity that makes everything meaningless al extremo. Said another way, we've wrongly believed that the thing in itself is itself from what we know of it, and since things can be known in many ways, the things are many and of themselves, isolated, always to vitiate their relations, but never to touch.

Yes, in one sense, this is true, but the fact that something can be known is the unifying fact of the matter. All is not lost! Things can be known, as such, things are.

It is.

Blessed is the faith.

But this isn't your run of the Mill (ha ha) esse et percipi or cogito ergo sum, as the knower, while crucial, is not relevant here, simply because things can be without us, and thus a human mind independent reality is effectively clear. So really, whether the things can be known is essentially irrelevant, as this provides no place for proving or affirming existence.

Things simply are.

It is.

Almighty Source.

Yet, can things be known without us? Things can be without us, but can they be known without us?

I believe yes, as to me, being is knowing, being is mind.

Forever, and ever.

waiting in line sucks. by dan saidman 

Pegasus

Pegasus Stensil By Anita Sharma
Frisbee Art By Andrew Courtnage
Photo and Frisbee Destroyed By Jesse e.j. Quesnel

City

Re:Evolution, brush pen and ink, 2005, 11" x 8.5"

Renee @ The Brokenhead(not sure who took this pic)

Artist Wanted

Heyo Selfish Reason HERE!
I'm working on a companion book of peoms to go with one I wrote several years ago. I want some art/pictures/photos for these two!

what to do from nine to five
I used to build world in my mind
everyday before I fell asleep.
I would make my own gods.
I would make my own rules.
then I'd run around in it
like a mouse
in it's wheel.
Till I tired myself out.

I told these dreams
to some friends.They said:
"you should be a fantasy writer"
I couldn't take the criticism:
"fantasy!" Even now
I hate the word.
Dreams come true you see
a fantasy was never meant to be.

Lover
I never fucked anybody
and some people
never made love
others just had sex
one day,
my lover
turned around
and fucked the hell out me
while
I sat there blinking
a deer
in the headlights
on
and
off
the road.

P.S> Sorry if you discovered Bukowski early in your life and are bored to death by this!

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some of us
survive
some of us
are still
alive
listening
to the flesh's
holy vibe
restless
pleasure
device

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the trip
we were
willing
to learn
but gave
the soul
transmutated
into pulp
transmitted
of rage
and anger
suffer
we the
children