Oversion

September 16, 2014

Comic Books, Pork Industry, Charlie Brown, Pigs

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Ive often suspected that having the pork industry around
effects people’s minds. Pigs are sensitive, heavily
thoughtful beings, two thirds closer to humans
than dogs, to put it nicely, and the scentful vibe
of distress and misery radiates out big from such places,
overwelming depression among the painfully imprisoned
large animals. Oh the nightmare of being large
in unfree circumstances.

Toronto’s old name was Hog Town, not as much in use
any more, (replaced with Toronto The Good, and,
The Big Smoke) but there is still a slaughterhouse.
Abusing large trapped animals without options,
no room for growth, no choices they can make,
no way of negotiating out of their position,
nothing they can offer or take command,
permanently injured to the depths of their being.
If dogs were in that situation, would they take it well?
Or cats? Dogs and cats have intuitive depths
and it’d be absurd to suggest pig’s didn’t also
have many elements to their minds.

…all this from seeing phrase Pigtown.

As to comics, I was a wimp sentimentalist
of a comic book reader. No he-men superheroes,
just Charlie Brown, Bugs Bunny, and books
like the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.
Gandalf was probably the only qualifying superhero,
as Batman was so clearly funny, and not really
dealing with crime in any serious way.

The reading of Charlie Brown carried well into life,
not just childhood. By some means I owned a massive,
bound, ‘complete’ Charlie Brown, on that worst of
dirty dry scrapy grey paper, but bound, solid,
and always available, like Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil,
and all the Keats & Shelley you could ever find.
It was the go to book when we’d move yet again,
and again be a complete stranger at an odd age
0in some new unknown town or village.
When we first moved to the Riverside area in Windsor,
the streets resembled Charlie Brown streets,
and I lived like at the bottom of a well
in the dry showy front room, that had nothing fun
in it, isolating the book in hand. When we then moved
to St Clair Beach, which in 12 year old world
is completely away from Windsor, I went back to it,
reading it my room with the trees in the window,
completely shut off from the world.
An inexhaustible book of hundreds of pages
with many plates per page. Whole stories or episodes
in two busy pages.

It’s a continued carnage against a species
that is disgusting and horrid like a sick crime movie.

One day I should read JD Salinger.

September 7, 2014

Experimental Pre-Autonomic streamofconsciousness Phenomenalistic Planet Consciousness Concerns

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tags: Iraq, Mosul, Isil, Ukraine, Mohawk, Palestine, Berlin,
let the love in the world unite, Guatemala, Miqmaw, Ojibway,
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This below is just an email in relaxed free exploration writing about the conflicts in the world and media representation.

John
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it’s more like current things running through it all and hoping for change but, what change? open ended thinking.

other tags: Brazil, Libya, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Australia, everyone

at the same time nonhistorical and nonpositional
just trying to improve the dialogue.
Typos sustained. Anything positional on all this
I’d see what happens for a long time, as of now.

begin

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The article is something of a work of art on top of it all.
Whats contained in it, about 600 significant events
that go into the topic “isil” or even if you call it the middle east. Dozens of historical serious alterations.

The tv takes all that and every so often presents
two minutes on just one of those major changes,
then an expert says why it’s significant
and the public decides if it really is or not,
then for 3 days repubs attack dems for not doing
enough about it, oblivious to 39 other dimensions
or just as significant developments, not even paying attention,
not even wondering, just robotically attacking Obama,
meaningless journalism, and on tv at that.

Medium attention lasts 3 weeks maximum,
from Ferguson to Donetsk to Mosul and back,
and it’s always Obama’s fault for not doing enough.

The serious left comparable at times in a way.
It’s always previous American foreign policy to blame.
You never even get to discuss whats going on there,
in the Middle East Africa South Asia or Europe,
because it’s all about the American foreign policy.
How does that satisfy every component of the matter?
Blame U.S. or not and then what? It’s the
rest of the world is blank, non-occurring,
non-effecting, the only thing going on on the
rest of the planet is American foreign policy.

I’m sick of it as an intellectual trap – if you
say anything about most places it’s like you’re only
plying the levers on US foreign policy
as if any of us even effect that,
and there’s no such thing as the other place,
they are only reflections of the light
of american foreign policy debate, rep vs dem.

Canada has its own laws system and perspective
because it’s different being the underling
and because much of the best of the future of Canada
is here, and much of it on native land as they say,
the resources happen to be under First Nations territory
in case after case around the country from coast to coast.
So all our wealth for burning up in overseas war
actually is subject to negotiation with First Nations
most of of the several hundred such Nations
against overseas war, with connections to those wars few.
oil reserves, new mines, many value minerals,
a strange ice bucket of wealth
inside the Ring of Fire.
And you can google that.

Chretien deciding not to go to Iraq
is one of the boons of our present times
among non boons effecting things.

As someone who has to actually live here in ongoing time
Canada’s real war clout and economic clout to fund war clout
doesn’t take into account internal legal conflict
over different forms of consciousness and world view
owning or mutually owning everything.

You can go through the Nations.
Mohawks, what global prejudice
or presumption would the greater
Mohawk world view unveil upon
eastern europe, the middle east,
the southern european economic stresses
and once prominent reactionaryisms,
Golden Dawn in the news lately,
or poverty in world cup brasil,
and ‘aboriginals’ there, rather,
the people whose it was.

I had a genius Mayan coworker in the 90s for 4 years
in a sound proof room with Manny for most of that time
a mind to transcend that consciousness of that era,
he’d use the shit computer we operated the old telex with
and teach himself at a post doc level in things
then show me some of it after management went home.
He’d program the computer to erupt in Mayan symbols
when a certain thing was typed, which I never figured out.

So what is the Mayan view of Ukraine Palestine Baghdad Guatemala

the things the media terrorizes u.s. citizens
and denizens with changes weekly in full
orwellian bloom.

Not terrified of Mexico anymore Mr Baehner
incensed about libya yet mr McCain

and oh saying the 911 terrorists
came from Canada
thats the heavens to betsy

bring us your tired and crazed and your draft dodgers
and people who’d be happier in Canada. Mohawks Abe Lincoln
as it were was Brant from upstate New York
fought on the northern side for a separate system
in return for 6 miles either side of the river
I think of as the Brant river
which has never been bartered away,
lands where he advanced
a pluralistic all welcoming
friendly kind mohawk caliphate as it were
with the thanks of the founding prefathers of Canada decades later

1st principles:

Canada is an English French Caliphate of Europe
transposed upon several hundred nations that were here
when ‘settlers’ appeared

Miqmaw, Cree, and the North, and the Qest
living in conditions as bad as Syria or Palestine
by way of devasation, mouldy shacks in minus 60 temperatures
not in favour of war in Iraq.

The Ring of Fire people, Guardians of the Sacred Lakes,

on the ascendancy, it’s not just mining,
it’s smart mining, the ground itself
is like a history surviving bank account
with Quebec Ontario and the Federal Government
all a factor as well as US Investment firms,
and China would buy it for 8 trillion immediately.
Any imaginary price you would like

In a world where the same miserable dollars
we spend are produced by insane systems in the trillions,
yet broken baked scratch as reaches us

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This has been an informal, inspired, review of:

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http://www.lrb.co.uk/v36/n16/patrick-cockburn/isis-consolidates

July 8, 2014

A New Livid Apocalyptic Laughing Poem for July 7, 2014

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A Charming Song Of Apocalypse
was the other possible title. Feel free to find it on wordpress one day
and comment “A Charming Apocalypse” would have been better,
so I know it’s you, from my berth in the sanitarium.
There’s a sequel, but it’s far too powerful

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The World Is Livid

the geopølitical world, oo la la.
Feel free to extend your thoughts
on Israel these days. I don’t know
there’s a single other person in the world
I’d have more chance of hearing
anything new from. They both
have so much reason to be enraged
at each other and the whole region
so overblown. Do they have anything else?
The mass migration into EU and US is on.
And there’s this sense that the US
military can’t be everywhere anymore,
and everyone knows it. Japan going underwater.
Russia with money to spend.
And the ISIS Caliphate and Boko Harum,
therefore whats China thinking?
Feel free to say. Happy to hear from
all the nations, all missed, for being known
somewhat. And if only trust still existed.
Governments Churches Corporations
Toronto developers lawyer political grease
and consultants take on Don Cherry’s
best bud in politics, “The Crack Mayor”
like Tory versus Ford is fake Tory vs Chow
At least the peanut gallery has peanuts.
Choose the peanut gallery path.
Diversify use of the skills to hand.
Try regressing. Apocalyptic planning.
Noah’s Peanut Gallery,1
The Drunken Boat.2
How much longer the divine sepulchre.3

Guess all three footnotes for a 4pac of guinness.
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Toronto’s so much better off with the light rail
and sensible practical decisions
with finding a way to acknowledge the hotheads
Ideally we go Chow Wynne then Trudeau wins but steps aside for Carolyn Bennett, and we have a good healthy smart country

then federal ndp rebuilds perfect
and presides til the 2040s
after the come uppance with the greens

remember to contrast it all
with the rest of the world

and no more monetizing high schools and hospitals

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March 27, 2014

are we in a global crisis? and, is there a massive economic crisis?

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March 14, 2014

Peace in the Ukraine, Two versions

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Ukraine’s Ambassador to Canada was on Power & Politics with Evan Solomon, who finally got to
some of the largest question marks I’ve had about the situation. Stressing that Ukraine is a large country with quite a raw belief, a large country,no backing down. A belief that strong in Ukraine. While in Russia it can be perceived as Europe making its move to get at Russia’s oil industry, and the oil itself of course. It’s like oil industries have armies, and the rest of us are just running around with the veneer of the rest of the politics. Visceral.

It’s definitely time for the likes of me to de-escalate thats for sure. I’m making a list of similar relationships. There’s the vivid versions of the US and Canada relationship, the Canada and Quebec relationship, the Ontario Quebec relationship, Canada and Each First Nation, the many First Nations and Others on their territory. The First Nations are Nations, yet get drained in court by frackers and tarsanders, a situation of a resource corporation being simply richer and larger than a Nation. Just in that sentence, hundreds of literal Russia Ukraine relationships.

With the oil and fuel industries subtly brined through all of the relationships, which can be cooperative and self-believing, or popped for a ‘who gets the spoils’ game represented by the existence of billionaires. The product of a game.

It matters, the Russian side of the equation matters, Those opposed to Putin’s idea of life in Russia are in the same boat as all other civilians, the non military world…

Whether Russia would be at war with Ukraine or at war with Ukraine plus Europe and America.
I emerged sympathetic to Russia’s situation, in either scenario. And sympathetic to Ukraine’s situation in the many scenarios. Ukraine believes in Ukraine, and Moscow would feel as Ottawa would if there were suddenly a new unaligned power quite up so close, with the possibility of more.

Will the meek inherit the earth? There are many meanings to that question.

I think you have to wrap sympathy around all the people under this cloud.

There haven’t been many wars that everyone agrees on. living in Toronto, and the writing and arts worlds, all places are friends

Make the storm pass

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February 14, 2014

Types of Families Qua Character

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It’s always been easy for me to identify with ‘freaks’ what with constantly moving and changing schools growing up. I had the first day at a new school experience in kindergarten, grade 1, 4, 7, 8 and 9, in most cases with a complete new set of classmates, so by age 14 I’d grown accustomed to a fleeting sense of things.  Always the question, was I the freak, or was the population of the school and teaching staff going to be some kind of house of mirrors group shot? That’s a kind of question thats fundamentally different in the life of someone who grows up all the while in the one community. It makes one part anthropolgist, part protagonist. The new day, something like Blake’s landscape. 

Just like being the oldest or middle or youngest,
or big family / small family, or. all siblings the other gender,
this business of whether you moved a lot or grew up within
forever the same cast of peers… a substantial determinant
of form of mind.

Fascinating in all cases, no picking a best or worst.
Of all the most challenging family forms, one was the second youngest of a huge nearly all male family, and the only sisters were so much older as to have already moved out.
That was the scariest one to think about.  My father was merged in the mass of his siblings, all male but for the eldest. Maybe it’s just how I’m wording it, but I really think it was easier to be me with just one brother one sister, so pleasently simple, easy to remember – that ease and luxury trading with the 6 whole new starts of community, (My siblings, being older, experienced that 8 times each, or more. How magical it would be if either were to read this and confirm. 

All years of school within a single community, hence knowing the foibles of every last individual you could ever meet there… Such a person would write prose, serious, thoughtful novels, with the long view, but alternatively could be liberated to great fun by writing poetry instead.  That is I think categorically character differencing from a person accustomed to having a complete set of whatever age humanity simply appear before one, and from scratch engage anew, and the past disappear. “A Poem” that moment of countenancing the world as one flashing mad whole, unknown, yet experienced, accustomed to having no idea whats going on, and wading into it. Always tentative. Never knowing. It’s like a special blend of gnosticism.

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Then suddenly our generation like fish were caught into the internet, and everyone was suddenly everywhere, having been thought long metamorphed into the gone other form of the universe. The internet is amazing. The internet is as cosmically differencing as just about any family structure. So many people are present. 

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January 25, 2014

Unconditional Love Poem

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my greatest fear is to be terrorized into temporary
monogamy and not only but the appearance of monogamy
so completely in love all over the place
and indeed every bit special
couldn’t be more total and
devoted, at the same time as never not being in love
30 other directions, all the possible lives,

everything is frozen,
and if only i had the courage
to jump into niagara falls
on a night like this
french toast in kensington market
wonderfully cold
a tour

subtitles
that no one believes

just don’t make me not love or i will die
dying feels like love

the most fun is the most extreme cold weather
on the waterfront where the wind cuts through the hands
and even cold tapwater burns
thats love in the atomic
and you were right
making love in the snowdrifts
on windy nights
does not need
candle light
just go with the cold

and enjoy being unkempt
in a mall town
that has never
seen a stranger before
and keep it forever
in this weather
but know the love
is still there
in the summer

January 17, 2014

I MISS YOU

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You’re a very good influence on me.

Life seems some of the most real

when we’re communicating back and forth.

How has everything worked out there of late?

Oh the spiritualists eh, they always call for

the grand illuminations beyond everything.

Who wants to be beyond everything?

I am animated by others, and I say that

not as a fail of all the pure independent,

but as a phenomenologist.

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January 10, 2014

January 10 2014 poem

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I can imagine it.

the whales, the swordfish, the sparrows,
suddenly we’re getting to know everyone.
starlings sure know me, with my respect,
and yet connection to our building’s sparrows,
who are pure family

finally getting to communicate with the other species is just one of the amazing things of the future

December 30, 2013

primitive language writing and french punk rock

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It wasn’t really clear when I first
encountered language writing what it was
or what it was meant to be. There would have been
no reason for it to be clear. A smattering of forebears
of l=w appeared in undergraduate or associated reading
but not set up with the special info of a different
construct to read from view of it. So one was guessing.
Bits of theory had already entered the academic world
also and fizzed off the ends of philosophy, but they
were often theories coming from different ballgames
of issue, and you could wind up with a wide array
of guesses, and no map to read the different sort
of writing which I long suspected were many
of them individually different and not actually
alike. The guesses were all over the potential map.

Taking a pass on using the literary language skills
for enjoyment and to impress, so as to clear the decks
for a more inclusive literature that everyone alive
could take a part in. Or, the belief against
the sophistry of making sentence, and the
language system working at all, as a
Trotskyist or Bolshevic or even Adorno counterblast
against the glib new world we’ve lived in since television.
Or the simple belief in collage and opacity as a different
means of communicating. At times a guess of the theory
of non identity, identity as the devil’s forge, or
the evil God’s forge against basic earthly reality,
our desperate monomaniacal identities, with all
their weight in gold and property and having anything.
As well as degendering language and/or working to prevent
options 2, 3 and 4. It was that much of a mix, and
there wasn’t a guide, only some who felt they knew,
but would not present it in thumbnail.

Some of my own nutty writing might have looked
similar to a third party, but it would have
just been my own fractured mind coming at something
from a standpoint avoiding or incapable of
normal visual grammar at the time. I also guess
that if to participate, taking basic writing
and hacking it up might be the closest way my own
contributions would be near the ballpark of this
rarified zone. With that in mind I’m going to
take some of my one to one email writing and
interstice it around a bit. Always enjoyed it
as a side excercize anyway when perfectly good
writing was being lost to the waves of painful
personal experience too hopeless to write about
in itself. Oh for the days of doom poetry.
Punk rock. but i’ll see how much i can needle
this down and reveal the interesting worth reading
fragments and signifiers.

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quoted that poem of Soupault
If the Windsor Star could just stop
one day and publish 200,000
of that anthology the same
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antiquarian book specialist autodidact
Worth a fortune but he can’t afford
the place to house them, old age pension
90% of structural costs, can’t heat the place
Soupault Merwin Auster connection from him:
(just thought i’d throw that in)
about the Naropa poetry wars,
where naropa guru dude goons force
merwin and his girlfriend out of their clothes
in front of the whole conference,
a crime in boulder, and ginsberg
and other supporters of the guru
took against merwin for his outrage
about it. flying with critique of the
“madness of the supposed good guys”
“a cult, thats all it is, a cult”
…so the pride of Merwin shining tonight.
Christmas is thankfully over.

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not much can make me go down there sometimes.
Month’s can go by. I’m phoning every night now,
it’s so easy to have the most terribly sad imaginings
most people who never made the break with conventional life
into the arts and so on, can’t imagine what ‘different’
people are experiencing, and they live inside
their commodities, the technologies living them.
I’m finding this massive gap. Barely an inch.
None really. From the deepest human realities
over and above my own feelings the human size
slots in that city. with the toughest things
she will ever have to, as I know your only life
is well ratchetted. But in the real sense,
the odd human one is able to communicate
what really is the case to, with all its nuance.
I feel like most of it means absolutely nothing
to most, or he does, so you start from what remains
from that, which often isn’t enough to assemble anything
nearing reality. and it’s drilling through my brain.
It wasn’t really clear when I first encountered
language writing what it was or what it was
meant to be. There would have been no reason for it
to be clear. A smattering of forebears appeared
in undergraduate or associated reading but not set up
with the special info of a different construct to
read from view of it. So one was guessing.
Bits of theory had already entered the academic world
also and fizzed off the ends of philosophy,
but they were often theories coming from
different ballgames of issue, and you could wind up
with a wide array of guesses, and no map to read

the different sort of writing
which I long suspected were many of them
individually different and not actually alike.
The guesses were all of the potential map.
Taking a pass on using the literary language skills
for enjoyment and to impress, so as to clear
the decks for a more inclusive literature
that everyone alive could take a part in.
Or, the belief against the sophistry of
making sentence, and the language system
working at all, as a Trotskyist or Bolshevic
or even Adorno counterblast against the
glib new world we’ve lived in since television.
Or the simple belief in collage and opacity
as a different means of communicating.
At times a guess of the theory of non identity,
identity as the devil’s forge,
or the evil God’s forge
against basic earthly reality,
our desperate monomaniacal identities,
with all their weight in gold and property
and having anything. As well as the idea
of degendering language and/or working to prevent
options 2, 3 and 4, for that matter.
It was that much of a mix, and there wasn’t a guide,
only some who felt they knew, but would not present
it in thumbnail. Some of my own nutty writing might
have been thought similar to a third party,
but it would have just been my own fractured
mind coming at something from a standpoint avoiding
or incapable of normal visual grammar at the time. my brain.

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