how about metherfuckers that say mom like mwom,
makes you sick of the joys of parenthood.

told you i was misanthropic.


and goddamn fucking proud of it!

conspiracy?
what conspiracy?

be leave me
i can find a downside to anything

even shade

°°°


i'm shaking,
too much sap in my veins,
of happiness, of death and all that,
surrounds me in a growing forest,
the wind rustles again,
is it the drink? no,
its the colour in you…
like a baby's lung, about to be barbequed,
under the maple,
of fall's falling, fallen leaves?

i showered in brownish water.

purchased a DV cam.
uninspired i took images of a cluttered
still, untidy apartment.
to show no one.
my age is getting out of control.

oh god, i need to get
organasized.

ersatz and bespewn, i've collared another
victory.
deeply wrinkled i will unroll furbrow
(grim fortunes ahead)
and swallow salt,
lay back in my armchair
set for furious storm.

strange

odd
beautiful

linked

silence.





fucking artistic bastard.

welcome to purgatory!!
grab yourself a cabbage roll, hairy leg and
some sour cream and get a laid-up.

some say life is hell. they shall inherit the earth.
some say heaven's on earth! most wish them damned.
i often agree. with the latter.

yes, life to me is dull and dreary purgatory.
speckled with hell and dewdrops.

its a reckless thing to be connected to big networks.
we will be if we are not already, one big synapse.

compleat.

then the alieans will come and rekindle are passion for intelligents.

• • •

i have forgiven all my sins.

look at me being a bit of a dick!


From: "prohom" Date: Thu Jul 4, 2002 12:55 pm Subject: Re: the price of art:
a non-PC view


our collective consciousness' regarding other sentient beings has evolved a
great deal in the last quarter-century or so.

as recently as the 1970's, it was not uncommon to harm "secondary" life forms
for cinema. those who have been around that long might remember that people
who objected to tripping horses or shooting birds in productions were often
dismissed as squeamish. Yet it's now a given that it is unnecessary to harm
animals used in filmmaking, and to do so is brutish and cruel.

similarly, some chefs and epicureans now question the grievous acts committed
to enjoy delicacies such as foie gras or veal.

don't get me wrong, I'm not a vegetarian or PETA crusader, but I do think inflicting
needless suffering is cruel and therefore think eating veal and foie gras will
also soon be relegated to the past.

it is likely that if alive today Andrei Tarkovsky would renounce the need to
kill for art. there's no reason to believe it would be otherwise as every other
great artist has come to this stance.

times change. as do our attitudes towards life, death, race, gender etc.
all of this is reflected in cinema.

Tarkovsy's films will without a doubt stand as masterpieces alongside works
of, Rembrandt, Mozart, da Vinci etc. but the idolatry and worship accorded him
and his art in your rant would sicken him and the aforementioned greats.

starring TV's Ted Baxter!!

all's well,
well at the ranch,
all's well,
well at the ranch.

would you say bananas are either fibrous or creamy?

speckled with glitterati
i rolled big flower balls
up to your doorstep and left
silt weeping the winding, coiled path.
on your lawn lay cakes
baked by howling sunsets
faded by seeping inks and
northern light bulbs and roses
right next to the gasoline smears
and gravelly residue of fervent afternoons
where blades dried green essences
and clipped occurences of your evening.

watch for me in the vancouver and cowichan
fringe fest productions of Victoria Goring’s Sooz.

ever been in a job club. can you relate?

you know, i was in this class once.
i am a shy person.
we had to pair up with someone, ask some arbitrary questions about
each other and then complete the exercise by going up to the front
of the room with your partner and introduce him or her
to the class.

all i remember about my partner is that he was about 55 or 60,
dressed normal like a teacher. with an old man’s hat. he had a
thing for Provo, Utah. that was his choice for an ideal,
“long-term goal” type-of-place-he’d-like-to-be.
this all made me a little sad.

anyway, i bravely led the assignment and introduced the fellow.
then he introduced me.
i remember just being in a bit of a self-conscious daze standing up there
and wasn’t really listening to what he was saying.
the class was quiet as we walked back to our desks.
not too unusual.
a bit later the girl behind me asked me, quite interested, if i really was
into porn films.

my partner, a bit of mumbler, had apparently introduced me to the
class as "this is christian, and he’s into porn films."

a bit of a mumbler myself, i had explained to him earlier during our
exorcise that i was into foreign films.

being able to watch fitzcarraldo on DVD (free from the public library!)
is glorious and makes having the tibook all worthwhile.

irish bands on letterman and kilborn tonight.

i have forgiven all my sins.

James knows that his marriage to Pauline is falling apart,
but he is doing everything he can to keep that from happening.
He thinks the unusual surprise gift he gives her for her
twenty-fifth birthday will change the way she thinks of him and
their marriage forever. Of course, the plan backfires...

hands down, one the best guitar solos of all time is vivian campbell’s blistering
fretwork on dio’s rainbow in the dark from holy diver.

and, no matter what they all say, born again is classic
and arguably sabbath’s best work.

and it is a good thing that steve harris’ chops are being
appreciated by a new generation. not to mention his songwriting.