work in progress

styl...

...us.

is.

be.

denis.

ivan

this is an ivan eyre crop.

i took the photo.

drawing by dangerman scanning by hewitt packer 

this s drawing of my uncle recieving an award in his name at the fort garry last week. Dr. (kippy) Lertzman is responsable for Winnipeg smoking ban and is a long time teacher of respritory atthe U of M  

Christmas Penguin, by Lea Turenne, age 3

Divinity Eats

InsideOutside

facing east

24 hours ago, there was no snow at all. by 4:30 yesterday aft, it had begun to snow, by 7 pm everything was covered, and by this morning the whole city was under a blizzard.

despite what this pic may appear to show, the snow is neither as high as the stop lights, nor is it waist-deep.

but i think we got like 25 cm or something. it's a pretty serious old-school peg city blizzard (and not of the l-blizzard variety). now aren't you glad you're in Mtl, TO, korea, etc???

facing west

Stylus Covers that Almost Made it!

Stylus Cover 2 - Funny story, since stylus is on topic, I did these two proposals for the old editor and he was really keen on them. Then they changed editors and I've tried contacting them, but with no luck. These were for the mag last winter season. Some of my favorite people have done covers for them (Oakes, Mctighe, Prieur,Western). I was hoping these would be in time for the unveiling of the refurbished building. Are they done fixing that thing yet?

Where is Pinky Pankerton?

Outside

hee hee...

this is denis prieur's latest.

my photo of it is gonna be on the cover of stylus for dec/jan.

the letters come off, and he's going to do something else w/ this piece.

isn't it great? he used saran wrap to create the watery look around the seal.

Carlos with Reverb

Two Pen Instruments, 2002

What's let loose

It wants to know
the secrets embedded
in your nails

The information
secreted from
the crevices of
pleasure

It wants to know
where no light
escapes

Unless it
slips loose
the quantum
knot of truth

Nutrient

Intercede

Seeds where
nothing grows
to plumpness
only the
passion thin
you allow

No fleshy
bursts of
moist because
they soften
the dry bead
of your heart

The veins are
filled with
wine that does
not nourish

But one good
season will
fill the baskets
and replenish
the black earth
rich in nutrient

for the rev. dr. dr. dr.

waiting
to recover
scattered dreams of
summer

hearing
the silent repetition
of the
three-score beat
of emanation

and static-y phone calls
from dim bars

to friends far away
that we miss

waiting
to recover
the scattered dreams
of summer