Friday 19 December 2008

Head On

The Pixies share a Jesus and Mary Chain song with us...Thank you The Pixies and The Jesus and Mary Chain...



As soon as I get my head around you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric shock from you
This secondhand living just won't do
And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on inside
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I can't stand up
I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground
As soon as I get my head around you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you
Yeah, the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And I'm taking myself to a dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found
Makes you wanna feel
Makes you wanna try
Makes you wanna blow the stars from the sky

Thursday 18 December 2008

The Knife on the metro...



This is just something I saw and heard at the same time one day and thought it fit nicely. It's a little dark but hey. I'm not a professional eh?


The Knife is severely great music. If you have the means, I highly recommend listening to it. It is so choice.

Saturday 13 December 2008

icy



I have never seen ice covered branches like this out west.
It looks so much cooler in real life than in my photos.
Especially when the sun shines through the ice. It's quite remarkable.


Saturday 29 November 2008

Things that are not known


brought out by brilliant blind
instructed out of saliva
hiding between the glands unseen
lay the wastes of our tastes

open the enormous gates
and let the flood beg to squeeze through

close the atmosphere
and let the air be trapped forever

the wastes of our tastes
unseen between the glands hiding
salivating and instructed
brought out by brilliant blind

Friday 28 November 2008

Beutiful Ground (Jeds other poem)

i'm a big grandaddy fan and i found this amazing video on the youtube.

http://stewdio.org/jed

"Jed's Other Poem is the official music video for Grandaddy's song of the same name.
This song serves as a eulogy for Jeddy-3, a humanoid robot built from spare parts. He is a recurring character on Grandaddy's record "The Sophtware Slump." According to Grandaddy before Jed's system crashed he wrote poems. Poems for no one.Programmed entirely in Applesoft BASIC on a vintage 1979 Apple ][+ with 48K of RAM, a computer so old it has no hard drive or mouse and only types in capitals. The Jed source code is available for download making it the first open-source music video. Cinematography by Jeff Bernier."


tonigHht iy unNwindb ... miy miynd



i can hear and wear and tear and bubble form the world around me
never fear the bars and waves projecting what we're thinking
get inside the strings of life and filter out the bad so good can
understand whats living in the cities of our minds.
.

Saturday 22 November 2008

Ink (in haiku series)

throw that look around a little more so pronounced i'd love to eat you my haiku don't die they only get so buried but this one will sigh i could fall into some jar of ink like the plume and write down your name stay inside sweet frame attracting the reaction all over again

Friday 21 November 2008

Monkey Gone To Heaven


Words from the greatest band of all time.

The Pixies


there was a guy
an under water guy who controlled all the sea
got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
from new york and new jersey
this monkey's gone to heaven

the creature in the sky
got sucked in a hole
now there's a hole in the sky
and the ground's not cold
and if the ground's not cold
everything is gonna burn
we'll all take turns
i'll get mine, too
this monkey's gone to heaven

if man is 5
then the devil is 6
and if the devil is 6...

then god is 7, then god is 7, then god is 7...

this monkey's gone to heaven.

Sunday 9 November 2008

Is Tim Hortons a cultural icon of Canada?

Me personallllllly

I think that timmys SHOULDN'T be a cultural icon in Canada as much as MC'DONALDS, SHOULDN'T be the OFFICIAL RESTAURANT of the OLYMPIC GAMES. How F*&^%d is that!

cashling cashling cashling cashling cashling cashling cashling.

Cultural Icon? It's Coffee and Donuts People!

Where is Bill Hicks when you need him!

I know the logo is a little harsh and I do not endorse genocide in any way shape or form.


Canadian Cultural Icons should be things that benefit Canadians and Canadian knowledge. Wether it is creating a new movement in culture or the preservation of a culture.
Tim Horton the MAN is an icon i can appreciate that. but Coffee and Donuts?
what about Poutine.....i won't even go there.
i leave it to these to be our best icons ever


Keep your head up!

Friday 7 November 2008

search for the spaces (words to Ponderosa by Tricky)


The place where... ...Where I stand

The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino
The place where I stand gives way to liquid lino
Underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino


The mighty crowd
Search for their spaces
And turn around time's gone
Take ten paces
Can't make head or tail of it
I drink till I'm drunk
And I smoke till I'm senseless.
You see in black and white
Feel in slow motion
I drown myself in sorrow
Until I wake up tomorrow
The illusion of confusion
It's not from where I am sat
Recircle recycle resemble me
Different levels of the devil's company

They lead us outside
take us out quietly
To the cage through the barrrs
You see scars
Results of my rage

You see in black and white, feel in slow motion,
I drown myself in sorrow, until I wake up tomorrow

The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat
(it's not from where I'm...circle)

Wednesday 23 July 2008

waterspout!

This waterspout was coming up from the fleuve St. Laurent close to my neighbourhood. pretty much right beside my place, today at 1:15. I didn't get a chance to see it but COOL EH!?

i made


i know...
what you mean.

i know...
you're the one inside me.

and i know...
when you came for what you wanted
i'd scream, ice cream.
i scream, ice cream.
i scream....i, i, i, i....

we go
no show, no road
no bye, yes bye
bye bye my babies

and i know...
when you came for what you wanted
i'd scream, ice cream.
i scream, ice cream.
i scream....i, i, i, i....

we go
no show, no road
no bye, yes bye
bye bye my babies

Sunday 20 July 2008

Words on Words


it's about time (words) come about time
ashamed on the spot in lime
it's good to see you
closed captioned
for those who cannot understand...or be you.
lignified in the mind.
rewind.
surgical precision in unknown dimensions.
taking time with decisions...
revision.

your pets protect the god in you.
drink the water.
truth.
re-thirst.

these symbols and marks i make
inherently come out of me
like a big mistake.
not just words but more re-take.

but it always goes my ways as i close my eyes.

in.
nowhere.
else.

again. thirsty as a motorbike.

highway.

it always goes my ways as i close my eyes.

Monday 26 May 2008

the language of advertising


tuck your pants into your socks
never fear
smooth and refreshing
effortless
self motivational speech art therapy


make something new
get good/better/best
give free and have fresh
see someone delicious
buyfull comesure
go clean.


know the wonderfuls
and keep special
look crisp with a need for the fine
love big when you use great
feel real like easy


choose the bright before you take the extra start
always taste and stay safe while you get rich

Saturday 22 March 2008

Pastiche of Ian Curries book "You Cannot Die"

It's tempting to explain these experiences away as mere hallucinations.
I got up from the ground where I lay.
The incredible feat, duplicated.

Flashes of light, swaying feathers, the soul in action, phantom animals...

Our plane of illusion.

Every material form, and every variety of life in the universe is at a different stage in the same very long process of psychic evolution. More than "men" are "brothers".

~Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the pacific-and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
~

-John Keats, "On first looking into Chapman's Homer"

Thursday 20 March 2008

away






Bells and fields, calls and yields.
Other things telling wings that
singing shields play to win
and feel feelings worth winning for.


like edgars lore but evermore.


Evermore is the time we live
in divided frames.


alwaysmore ...


Completely formed from wonderful and instrumental in my consciousness.


Unaware and lackadaisical but physical and conscient.




Je vois.
Completement formé de merveilleux.


Instrumental dans ma connaissance.
Je croix que je suis une Ă©toile comme elle.
Ensemble. Dans L'espace...Pour Toujours...

Sunday 16 March 2008

Just a Ride...

 

 

 

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

Monday 10 March 2008

Birds are so temporary


Birds are so temporary, originally uploaded by Bah Humbug.

Something to share. This sorta shows the cold of this winter.

It's from a contact of mine on Flickr. They make great pictures.

Sunday 2 March 2008

teflonbuddha

An Old Mate With A Gift For Being Unique.

"One of gods own prototypes not even considered for mass production. Too wierd to live, too rare to die"



Saturday 1 March 2008

March 1st minus 1

In the Bedroom



Out the Front Window



Out the Back Window



The Boys Want Outside
5 Minutes Later
A Visitor and Friend
Relaxing Saturday

Saturday 23 February 2008

Fingertips by the Justin

Amazing Hamster

the pupils


drowning out/thinkabout
wonderful/burial
into space
starfield
genesis of geniuses

if you, would you, could you, will you,
try to terraform me?
can i, can't i, won't i, don't i
will i try to let them?

growing in/leviathan
scouring/rocky folds
into the sea
deeplike/my pupils
my head
dipped into the ink
my eyes become the pages

my tongue
licks the thumb
that turns them

changing the words
folding the corners
to remember
to remember/and remember
forever





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photo/random/google

perhaps today

treat yourself
welcome back
no-one happier
off the map
an impossible angle
into the last second
back to the middle
shaking
long goes the wire
halfway into the sand
lingering in exposure
shocking the land
perhaps the only way
stays away and fades to grey
and then our faces say
okay and smile that way


art by someone i dont know

Tuesday 19 February 2008

Band Of Horses

My favourite band right now

great song.


general specific

If the trials up here
Are really getting you down
You had a close call
I didn't even see it in another one
I hardly believed it all

What the writers say
It means shit to me now
Plants and animals
We're on a bender when its 80 degrees
The end of December whats going on
Now before
You and me

In the showing up here
Its going back to the south
Were hungry next that I know
And running a blender in a lightning storm
The disguise is a blessing i'm sure

And growing up here
There comes a fork in the road
Pants have got to go
We're on an island on the 4th of July
It looks like the tide is going home

In the time I find
A little way to your heart
Now to the general
store
For nothing specific
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore
Now before
you and me

Domain of the Wiggy Woo.

I knew there was more to life in the universe than meets the eye...


http://www.vexen.co.uk/wiggy/

whoever made this site has way more time on their hands than anyone.....ever.

bad craziness all around, fear and loathing...

Sunday 17 February 2008

Ars Moriendi

Wanted to share this with Whoever...

It's Lyrics to a Mr. Bungle Song.

He who hears in the vast silence
He who wafts on the red wind
"In extremis"

He who leaps across the precipice
He who steals pearls from the ashes
"Ride si sapis"

'Ave atque vale'

I shall rise again
Bardo of the flesh

So feast on me
All my bones are laughing
As you're dancing on my grave
'Ave atque vale'



It's a great tune.

A little Morbid however thought provoking

Monday 11 February 2008

Spirals...


summer sure left in a hurry leaving the long light nights to fly away with more dark.

the day becomes coldcold spirals.

(after my mind i can think of nothing more serious than matter)

facts dis-pair inchingly, forwardly, cowardly.

faces contort vividly, indifferently....quietly you spin while you learn and feel whywhile you cry.

revolving sideways drying your eye. come all the spirals.

coasting, catching seperate integers in an infinite glue of nothing.

it is there (nothing is there) and full of so many wonderful things. come all the spirals.

hold out my hand or follow me and i will give or take you to nothing so wonderful.

underneath all of our lives, there lives a vacant master, a do-er, a maker, a lover, a taker and a giver.

show them their time in your life. choose to be the master. do the right light. make the first mark. love your beat. take the breath. and give yourself to whatever you know controls your destiny. around and around.

come the spirals.

Sunday 10 February 2008

Behold


and who was when
for i was young
and had my fun
in worlds i run
my time begun
for our sun


and there was me
when i was not/and simple thoughts
of starstuff cum
me/seed had won!
i won!!


and here i am and done
existing now as suns son
and writing why
i think all night
could i be right?
am i allowed?
behold my life
in detail





2002

What is the madness?

the madness is all around us
it was that way
long ago
it's cold

it drives them to school
and insane

it belches fire
at our names

it coerces people
to play more games

but to stay inside
the frames

color in the lines
the crayons are all the same

like zero means something

they dance on the screen
and neeze and swear

a merrier hour was never wasted there

what is the madness?
it always was and will always be til then




til then i'll stay the same insane

as i was when i was the game

Saturday 9 February 2008

on the way

I know somebody
before
they know me

this side
there is a shadow
unclean
straight from the bottle

before
they knew me
before
they threw
before
that shadow
became
the truth

I show
the side
decided when
to take the ride
inside it tried
to tame my pride
the state pen drew
a picture of the countryside

Wednesday 9 January 2008

duel of the iron mic

At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another.
Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy.
In the passion and depth of their struggle
The very art that had raised them to such heights was lost.
Their techniques, vanished.

Saturday 5 January 2008

buried in the sand

where i fall
slowly asking
shaken out of time
on the line in everything
turn back like
when i say
you strike me
growing into these clothes

set out to go begin
witness my morning dream
explained in prose and verse
and rhyme and scheme
growing into these clothes
handed down
oceans froze
metal on the beach
everyone reaching out
with detectors
rolling up their pants

carve my initials in a tree
it will always be, for now
will i ever be cured of this?
where is everyone?
when is it?
who are we?
growing into these clothes
stretching out the seams
tearing away the knees

take that breath
the last one
before they dry
the line is the way
just pull
and fold
and get dressed
look at yourself


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