Wednesday, December 14, 2005


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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Untitled

The Shuffler

One of These Trees Just Doesn't Belong Here

Excuses

The battered wind
wishing rest
carrying water to
soil often not that
thankful

Sun dripping
energy
wanting
rest from
the leaching
flowers taking
all for granted

Rivers massaging
clean the mess
made by this year's
shedding
only to make it
all again

In your room

but out there
excuses are
not natural

SingingLife

Buddha
rumbling
voice
chanting
itself
eternal
shimmers
the dream
of flight
over
streets
and cobble
flashing
naked
songs
that
rage the
dying
of the light

ButterflyWings (after Courtnage)

Uninhibited
grace and
the sacred
speed

Steady
frame and
the youthful
innocent

(You must
accept death
and feel
the part)

Resurge
the wild
glorious
days

Blistering
the battlefields
of a butterfly's
wings

Monday, December 12, 2005

I AM CANA (and you are light)


What do you see?
Tell me a story.

I might even buy new strings....


I`m opening for "Volume"
at the Cavern
(Toad in the Hole )
This Thursday Dec.15
(approx 10 : 09 - ish)
B there or B skware
hepcats!

ALfA cards


a prototype for AlfA member/VIP cards, designed by j-reed.

bad scan job by me.

Leadership

moments
testing
poisoned
soups
lasting
out
compatriots
willing
alone
stepping
faster
turning
advantage
into love
that never
ends

Organicum

Sprinkling
delicacy
you're
the one
of love

Winding
range
nautilus
rooms
pulsing
and the
layers

Homology
explosions
wander
delicious
flavoured
roads

Folding
suns the
living
thinking
blood
returns
to thoughts
of rest

WhenWill

How long
to wait
for a face
of release
where hiding
in skin
is not need
but gift

When will
it smell
of safety
and breathing
desire
where muses
and sharing
are rules

This is
the belonging
of treatment
meant to ail
the living ills

1 of 4-- Hear ye hear ye!


these next four images are from me occupying my time during a slow day at work yesterday.

our management, god bless 'em, likes to treat us like silly little children. their latest stroke of genius is, in response to our "gossip problem, which we discovered after a thorough investigation", to post huge pink signs all over the office that say "gossip free zone."

2 of 4-- "Gossip Free Since December 2005"

3 of 4-- gossiping calves

4 of 4

Sunday, December 11, 2005

Last Day Montreal Series






Dirgeful James

Guitar of Turbulence

Fire and Flood

I'm the little
sister that
you must protect

The older
brother
that you must
respect

The graphic
fornicator
that will be
loved

The way
of the fire
and the flood

Children Draw

Children
dance the
light

Forgetting
the ditch-
strewn cars
and cares
of kindness

Drawing the land
of madness

Pink Portal

This is your Captain Speaking;

slowly
unravelling
de-evolving
I am sad and happy to announce that the gate is open and riding the Stone Aged Rocket I have passed through into the next world. Although you don't beleive me, Im not the same dude.
I don't know anything
I have no style.
My three days have been your 3 weeks. At this rate Ill be a new born baby by the time I get back to Ithica.
Smooth as silk.
Im on an Island waiting for the full moon. Very alone. Forgetting how to speak. Remembering how to sing.

It's too late now.
I won't come down.
Work to be done.
Im going in alone.

Drink my tears.
Savour my fears.
Now they're gone.
Im going in alone.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

The Bending of the Gates

Image is public domain: French artist Gustave Doré (1832-1883)


Ithaka
As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy, you enter harbors
you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind
- as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

C.P. Cavafy(1863-1933)

Walt

Glorious Paths, Glorious Gate

Shawna

James

MoneyMart

Magnificense


Drips

Name me a price


Photo Credit: Lorne Roberts

High and Lonesome Club Drawing Collage

Foobles the Clown Invites....


all ALFA folk to
H2OMAN`S
`X-MAS
Xtravaganza`
Dec.10/05
at "The Lab"
(my place)
You know my
name,
look up the #

Friday, December 09, 2005


this is dangerman's newest painting. it reminds me of a totempole. what do you think? dangerman Posted by Picasa

City of Angels


PICT0085, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

City of Angels


PICT0089, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Stewards

innocence/wisdom 2


justin.

wisdom/innocence 3


this is my nephew donovan on his baptism day-- hence the cool white dress.

Untitled

Welcome the high

Welcome the safety of coming down.
Have you lost or gained your mind?

Will I be always me?
Or will another take my place?

Ive passed through the pink portal and indeed,
everything IS pink on the other side.

Aboard the stone aged rocket
I sat in business class
and had free wine
and strange chinese smiles

Shanghai!

Now its the circus. Every type of people everywhere.
And I wonder what YOU would be like if YOU were here.
Why are you not here?

Folk Fest City of Angels

The moon I see is the same one you see and it is half full.
The next stage is the lunar surface itself in a weeks time.

I smuggled some spice in my bag.

Captain Goldstar the Spice Boy

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Madrigaia

Wisdom that is youthful and innocent

Flower

factum

plastic truth
and bottles of fury
when should you
article faith and
listen to ratio

reasons that are
yours and my own

vital slips
rigid and booms
of an instant

wikipedia and truth

this is part of an article that appeared on msn today:

Perhaps the most recognized application of open-source technology in the world, Wikipedia is the online encyclopedia that has become a research staple for millions of Web users.

Written collaboratively by volunteers, Wikipedia has become a smash success. The free site includes more than 845,000 articles in English alone and has won a loyal legion of fans. John Seigenthaler does not number among them.

In an op-ed published Thursday in USA Today, Seigenthaler wrote about his anguish after learning about a false Wikipedia entry that listed him as having been briefly suspected of involvement in the assassinations of both John Kennedy and Robert Kennedy. The 78-year-old Seigenthaler--a former assistant attorney general working under Bobby Kennedy--got Wikipedia founder Jimmy Wales to delete the defamatory information in October. Unfortunately, that was four months after the original posting.

Maybe this is part of the price that we're going to have to pay for the open approach where the system's very strength sometimes turns out to be its Achilles' heel: Somebody nursing a grudge can always pervert or airbrush the historical record. To be sure, it can happen in the so-called proprietary or for-profit world as well. The hope is that the collective wisdom of the cyberworld can police the system to catch the mistakes sooner rather than later.

i'm good looking

I have a picture.

If Only It Were Like This.......



Athens. Where it all began (for us).

Interdimensional Rocket Launch Station


now, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Wow I have a really small bag thats got about one pair of clothes, various electronic devices and a chest with 5000 american dollars.

I drank some spicey coffee and some massive headphones and now Im dancing down these escalators.

The Interdimensional Spice Boy


PICT0073, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

Wow, Im spending 16 hours or so in this ginormous space station of plastic-glass and metal-bricks.

Im really really happy.

Remember

Attention `Peggers....
My old bandmate
Scott Relf is doing
this. It will be the
way it should be.

This is a Poem (at least it's short)

Tired
are the tireless souls
that march
from door to door
where empty homes
cannot afford
the luxury
of the old
Truth

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Marriage proposal

June makes Johnny a happy man.

reeder the first

Big On Ya (a.k.a. Begonia) by J. Reeder

reeder the second

dream landscape #1 by j. reeder