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.

my earliest memory is my first birthday.
leaning against the front of what was to me, a shoulder-high couch.
and watching as Helga brings a cake towards me.
she was speaking. I remember the speaking sounds.
I was of course, clueless as to whether or not they should have meaning.
you know what I mean.
it was a white cake with brown sprinkles or shavings.
i vaguely recollect people to my left and right. other children.
as i was experiencing what was to be my first memories,
i also remember feeling misanthropic–obviously also the first time.
you know what I mean?

a boring old bitch but it still
irks me that bands like swollen members get a huge hit (in canada)
from a stolen melody and refuse to credit the composer.
(eg. mancini)


there is a g8 summit presently in kaniasskiss, canada.
there is a snob there named chirac.

has anyone seen the dust
residual
that glows the filtered moon;
phased in as in different time zones
anyone?
or seen the different shades
of the moon
residing on the planes of distant
highway light beams?

I am a dictator.
Get out your notebook and pens.

the butterfly effect is shooting here.
ashton kutcher... eric stoltz...
i don't know.

what is the name of the phenomenon, principle, theory
or what have you that states it is impossible to reach or
touch an object for one must always travel half the
distance first?

as in the example if you drop a stone it will never touch
the ground because before it contacts it must travel
half-way there first, then it must travel half that
distance again etc.

can someone please let me know.

to think BB King has outlived half of the beatles.

i predict a cultural crisis of confidence exacerbated in part by the deaths of blues legends such as John Lee Hooker and Muddy Waters considering they are among those who invented rock and roll.

it may require a bit of thought to appreciate how much the blues, hence rock'n' roll have influenced modern culture.

just a crisis, that's all.
not doom and gloom.
music will evolve naturally.
pop music will become more and more derivative until the next "rock'n'roll.

would you say bananas are fibrous or creamy?

remember the snitchews

18 years ago today i was in brittany travelling around all the 40th anniversary d-day ceremonies with an old man from n.jersey. all the world leaders were there, and big generals. i always wanted to go back for the 50th but forgot. it was all very impressive.

saw human nature tonight.
i'm surprised the reviews weren't better.
its quite brilliant at times. and hilarious.
it just may be a damned better film than being jon malkovitch.
it is.

why is it that many british bands that do well commercially in their homeland are considered artistically superior to commercially succesful bands on the continent or n.america?

that new silverchair song the greatest view is interesting.
too bad about daniel johns though.
his health i mean.



whats up with Barbet Schroeder anyway?

ok ok, time to pony on up!
where the hell's my reasons? didn't the book say we had miles to go before you floor
me with anymore more of those "improvisations"
those summer libations
i mean
where do you get off calling yourself a poet?
hey slimey?
• • •


how many times can you say "you tried"?
doubt time feels like
shufflin, shuffling, shuffling away
how many times can you suffer those words?
nothing to say anymore say at least good morning god
all in a lower tone
and say
how long say so long along your halo
is just your master's
it could fall from you like snakeskin
upon ocean
all alone your captain's gone

nows its time to say goodbye,
to all our company...

heres to a fab summer all of you out there in vacuumland!
keep posted for the all new updated updates. werd.

i am ribaldo
i am sorry that i don not write you much anymore.

you see,
i am very, very bizzy.

if i could find just four notes.

paste them to colin powell's frog.

stuff their leathery hides with fries.

call it a sandwich for big guys.

what do you feed a hungry man..?

i remember fried turkey dad used to make.
it was sooo good.

speaking of witch, have you met my friend fried eagle?
he is a good friend of buffalo knees'.