Montreal Builds (inspired by James Culleton)

Albert Camus

In the midst of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

Seeking the Source by Jelaluddin Rumi

a voice out of this world
calls on our souls
not to wait any more
get ready to move
to the original home

your real home
your real birth place
is up here with the heavens
let your soul take a flight
like a happy phoenix

you've been tied up
your feet in the mud
your body roped to a log
break loose your ties
get ready for the final flight

make your last journey
from this strange world
soar for the heights
where there is no more
separation of you and your home

God has created
your wings not to be dormant
as long as you are alive
you must try more and more
to use your wings to show you're alive

these wings of yours
are filled with quests and hopes
if they are not used
they will wither away
they will soon decay

you may not like
what i'm going to tell you
you are stuck
now you must seek
nothing but the source

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www.wondercalm.blogspot.com

The Celebration and Renewal of Life

Gates (If Only To Keep You On The Road)

The layers
sediment
of purple blush
on the kings
of tomorrow

Energy stems
from the basic
detail of nothing

Infused of gold
and lights that
pass through

To the four
directionless
wonder of gates
and angled turns

Heat

The dark blue
weighs heavy on
a stroke of red

The lake
rubs around
itself in its
own way

In its
own way

Too heavy
to be dissipated
by the heat

In its
own way

Of The Glory

The integral
hope of a touch
once forgotten

Following stars
in the distant
dancing of fires

Thinking of nothing
filled of everything

You will know
of the real
Captain, and
she will order
you to be in between

The firmament
that bursts
of the glory

Happy Lunar New Year

Loom of the Furies


in the fields i hear, in your art i see, on this long day, in the end though,
at the suns birth, it might be worth, i will be the first, the beginingssweet thirst,
i have learned, to be wrong, to drink water, for pandora knows
how to re begin, one more time again, in the styx I swim, the hungers depth within


Rise first full moon of mine
Pulling from the sun its shine

(I wish collums worked better on blogger)

James

It Was Both

It was both
the immediacy
and the prospect.

They both
entangle to give
a sense of the
misery
we live,

and to think
that's what
wastes me.

WonderWander

We have written
touch
wondering of
the advance
of love

Wandering
pens can
give justice
to the simple
presence of
a smile

Yellow Brigade

So while in Winnipeg, I found myself at Liquidation World. AT 23 cents a pop, who could possibly resist?

Lunar New Year 

Glitter&Stone

The circuitous
life of a life of a life
gives until you are clean

The tower of distance
hums its lavender
glow, layering on the
lake of blue glittering stone

Slowly, the shine will fade
to become the blurred
vision of tomorrow

The tower of distance
hums its lavender
glow, layering on the
lake of blue glittering stone

Frëedom

There

Almost touching

mornings when
everyone's
eyes close

There

There is a vision
of the great beginning
a sound that
does not lie

Here

There is a chance
to face the day
in the barrage
of endless evenings

Here

Almost a walk
but it takes
the expanse
of empathy
to be free

The Cycle

The energy flow
of plastic veins
from city to city

Giving of relation
all that is wonderful:

Warm homes and
fed children,
light of the ages

Electron to electron
touching of a fusion
that we do not control

Control is inadequate
in what you fear

Amoebic aggregation
to the body
becomes the only way
when you want to move

Tiger Swami

PICT0004, originally uploaded by The Stranger.

I have two new names. These names are secret. I have been given 3 new mantras.

Just steadily developing the inner Dude. Waking up. Enjoying the race. Developing the courage to remember. Taking off the robotic shell by dancing like a sufi mystic.

Thats funky.

I've passed through the death initiation opening myself to the greater magical reality by discovering the guru of no-guru. Now I know that power means the same as medicine. Now I have a magic wand.

Ive travelled through a hole in the ground into the underworld and floated on the mists of jubilation to the upperworld. My spirit guide guided me to a burning gate through which I passed onto the Pathway of Manifestation.

Ive regressed to the past and changed things around. My future self has given my past self a hug while my present self does not exist. Ive danced with the dead and yet I live.

I've payed homage to the four directions. I have broken the chains of conditioning.

I have gathered power from nature and will use it to heal. Mixing the mixture, brewing the elixer of flowing control.

Now I wield the spiritual fire bestowed apon me by JAH the most high.

White Parka

A Great Sandwich Place

Post Number 1210 - Blurry Cat

Conversational Festival

( I was) `talkin` to a cat he said he had the power to
influence people
So I asked him "Could you please show me
examples of this odd ability?"
He said "No no please understand, no one can tell if they`ve
been touched- by my POWER"

So I asked if I`ve been touched, he said "What do you think?"
"NO WAY!"
"Well there`s your answer."
"Don`t corrupt yourself with self-prophet" I found myself reluctantly replying.
"Your disbelief, it makes me SICK!, because of you so many people crying."
"Well now don`t get all upset, I know just what it is that you are saying...."
"Ignorance is just as neat as choking on some rusted, dead, barbed wire."

Endless Nameless

TheQuestion

changes in government
economic insecurities
epidemiological factors
and social ones

cultural factors
cultures of poverty
cultures of profession
cultures of madness

Intersecting and hinged of all direction,
what are we to do?

PANFT 3

Have you been to PANFT?

Creation Day One

.Light.

Building light, waves unfolding, clamouring, and stretching across the void.

All colours yet to be concieved, All things yet to be perceived.

All things brought from these first dancing waves unseen.

Akin to a thunderbolt scortching the bare prairie plane.

So the universe began a spiraling luminescence.

More beautiful than the firework also unseen.

For you closed your eyes on new years eve.

Embracing a begining that is felt.

Yet also unperceived.

Love.

TheRage (things aren't always like the label)

I am angered by your thoughts
I am devastated in your actions

We of the thinking three

We must unite

Not fickle and fuss
about need

Needing to eat is need
Needing to live is need

Wants and desires are not need

Let go and you will see

This We Have Now by Jelaluddin Rumi

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.

i found my missing sketchbook over the week-end. i really did miss using it last week. i ended up doing drawings on flyers and takeout menus. dangerman This drawing is on the shuttle bus back to calgary from banff.

here's a road trip drawing that knackerson did...

Kirin 

Dashing Dude

Elated Renée

"Socket to Me!"

St. Fionbharr of the Golden Faith

Snow Cycle

The Blue Teacher

Here are some candid shots of me doing some teaching. It's important to underline the page numbers several times. I love the touque and summer vacation combo I'm sporting while doing a demo in "cooking club". That mess of goo is going to make some tasty rice crispy squares. Hoo boy! Bible camp is the place to be in Korea!

Richardson Monolith

Portrait of Diane Whitehouse

Label Renovation

Atanarjuat, the fast runner

Watched this incredible movie last night, all set in the North, I highly reccomend it if you haven't seen it already. It's about love and spirits and hunting and ritual and the seasons(and it's three hours long, now that's value).

Some of the scenes are so majestic, the north is incredible, eh? (Moanez and Massicotte, you guys know what I'm talking about)

So rent it, study it, and share it with your friends, it's so so so so good.

Knickarjuat Knackertictac, the word maker-upper

Last night I let Gomi out, as I have been doing, on nights when I need the sleep and she is particularily restless. Throughout the night I heard intervals of meowing, but was too tired and groggy to enter into the morning calm. Finally after the sun crested the horizon and my intense dreams of love and misfortune were over, I went on the search. I called to her "Yoogdoogoo", "Yoogdoogoo". There was some lady in a pink jumpsuit, toting a white-fluff-ball-lap-dog looking on. She seemed to be a concerned neigbour. We all turned, pink lady, white dog and I, to hear the call of a very vocal cat, coming from inside a car on the street. Yes, inside. I guess Gomi had found the heat of an engine and a way to crawl in next to it. I called her from several angles to see if she could escape her mobile prison, but I feared the worst. My Gramma's cat did a similar trick many years ago and was badly injured when the vehicle was started up and her little kitty legs were in the fan. Luckily Gomi had no such incedent. She eventually found her way through the mechanical and undercarriage labrynth and lept into my arms. Pink lady looked on with mixed empathy and annoyance. Then as to drive the point home, she leaned down and began picking up the shredded trash bags on the corner, that very well could have been part of Gomi's late night escapades. I guess this means no more sweet dreaming-peacfull sleep for me. Gomi has officially become a house cat. What do I do with this creature?!

MeeeooooOW 

dude, last night matt monsoon and the rift ryders had there cd release at times.  

My Sign

This boy full of blond
carved from a whale’s breast.

Was Jesus carved from a fish?
Did Jesus crawl out of the sea?

This boy
carved out of a goat’s horn,
bent against the breeze,
a bone jutting from the earth
at the edge of the river.

A pail of brown water
where this boy soaks his face and hands,
as they flake away
into the rushes.

The flood
washes out cities and towns.
A barn, half submerged, floats
across the prairie deluge.
This boy
rooted to the earth
is given back to the sea.

outside the juniper hotel 

trees infront of the mountains 

dangerman drawing 

and snow....

Snow

Homage to Shawna Dempsey and Lori Millan - Lesbian Rangers

Asian Rain

Just cashing in on
a Hollywood flick

Metro St.Mathieu

sub-lingual

this was taken about three seconds before some subway dudes told me you're not allowed to take pictures there. ???

Sung Hoon