Oversion’s Weblog

 

Some make complicated lives for themselves. I have done the opposite. Phhenomonologically it may have infinite complexity, but in any usual practical sense it containedly simple – work – which this time of year barely reaches out toward full time two and a half days in a row, I’ve taken to mimick working full time even while in late or leaving early or skipping a day, always maintaining that brisk, intent, silly generic calm of the workday, even if stretched out at home watching Deadwood or 24 or Rome, looking forward to season five The Wire in March, all the while thusly keeping a calm mind for a well prioritized focus that is free to liquify and veer without control as the night unfolds. Talk to people on the phone, mildly circulate, and eventually falcon home to the hut near the futon 

mezmerizing so far ~ apocalyptic ~ safe! ~ 

It’s good to simplify into the real type of life people have in the region one lives for patches of the year. And celebrate things very basically, while keeping clear communication with people of particular care, mom, family, and feral cats. As I work later than most each day has the calming late afternoon of thought, and the hour long foot and ttc and bike journey home so it was a treat today, rare for this time of year, having a coworker join me on the journey around the back of the building and through russian salvage parking lot, down the slippery hill (i tried thru the trees today, not easier)  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the subway, looking at Peter McPhee’s photos of the wildlife around his home out there between BC and Alberta in the ‘free spirit territory’ I couldn’t but chuckle at all my hard work getting a fleeting photo of a ravine cat or groundhog or even harder to photograph hawk, thence to see his clear photos of eagles, osprey, deer, a bear, – showing him my photos of barely discernible little cats 45 feet away and skies where a hawk had just been let me puzzle over the genre qua as a genre. Hmmm, poorly taken photos of barely noticeable sentimentalized desperate little hangers on to life along the ravine system. And their prints: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the most unmitigated way I love that world. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s festive having coworkers. As a lazy person I often haven’t. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trees just look like telepathy. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He has called me Tyler about 25 times since returning. It’s a compliment. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even from two blocks away it’s not easy being early. So much to remember, and the mind to be set, the last few moments of the home world, and onto the sidewalks and roads and alleys of the cooly melting city. History can seem a hard road at a times, but fine nights like this are nonetheless a part of it. Marshall’s immense effort in making and launching this book qualified him as dada king recession fighter, twirling like a magician decades of the NIETZSCHE’S BROLLY BROADSHEETS, so many of which were on the walls of my writing room as of 1994-5-6 (tho only say literally 15 of the 88 in the book? Here’s a photo  of the wall I refer to: 

 

though I do exaggerate. (I wonder.) ((One of my favorite from the wall at that time is the rubber placemat from China on the far left, Sparrows in trees

After all this time, such a book of these single sheets from all these years. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And we do claim to agree that February was the best time to launch it. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mental pandeominium gradually filled the room and all felt perfectly happy and with the natural condition of contentment. Lunar consciousness abroll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the latter set I’d relaxed into the entirely absorbtive mode glad to be able to let the cobra of the heart unfold and swim off to depths it goes and listen. This also because after the first set more people used the chairs. The place was so packed everyone thought it was full and everyone the chairs near them were someone else’s — a packed room having to accomodate all the people plus all the chairs they’d be sitting in if they thought they could, but everyone was standing with their cameras: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dadaism’s virtuay is real feeling, going with the real. Clearly it was time to celebrate, the readings had been done, the performances and transformations and it was time fly free for all. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All in all in conjunction with the friday february 6 celebrations at the pilot  and the visit to Brantford earlier in the week literal world magazine’s sporing out everywhere and many of the people of the real world and internet itself gladly known gathered some 92% of whom or 77% perhaps now have copies of Literal World Magazine (fir what good it does’em hopefully some good moments and some angular awkward progress of thought and enrichment of knowing who is in the world. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even from just two just two blocks away there is so much preparation and the nerves the sensibilities the artistic set of mind that is necessary.

….have finally loaded the photos and got oversion wordpress motored up again, and can at last begin playing homage to this scintillating journey to brantford we so luckily had yesterday, an immense journey i snow by 403 and other roads to famous Mt. Pleasent ON and the grand countryside for dinner, a poetry reading in the Art Bloc, and charming aftergathering in a house so warm and artistic spiritted, we were suddenly by then as nervous systems transformed into the deeply calm and yet intensely vigorous culture people have there, tonic to any urban dwelling subway tromping metropolis navigator, and a bright shining transport to giving out the first of the Preview Edition of the new imaginary toronto issue of literal world magazine (current name of the oversion rotunda sudden mcliff mags) as well as laurel reed’s launch (for us at least) of Chief Tongue 8. 

 

Sam and navigator Rebecca Houwer drove with their usual foresightful and fine harmony into another unlikely but lucky enriching easygoing adventure. I practically worship the highway windows of southwestern Ontario, the hawks the snow the many trees, and the fantastic forms of light it elongates in. 6 in a longvan, nonstop conversation, even-on-the-way-back. Here’s two photos from when it was still light out:

 

 

 

 

 

(I should pause and say I haven’t exactly learned to work wordpress all that while. The little internavigations of the screen, and why isn’t the ‘middle photo’ between the other two?_ Ayyyee 

But we made it! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and no sooner had we dinner but for all the fluffing along slow roads in snow it was time to go downtown for the reading avent in Brantford’s Art Bloc. Sam, Rebecca, 6 or 7 in the Improv segment, and then Vanessa reading Maya Angelou, a splendid poetry event. (Still learning what results in what with the boxing day digital as well so some are blurry: 

During the break we watched the local zamboni work on the rink and paths around it and got to say brief passing hello’s to brantfordians while the improv participants worked on their found poems. At which point as I say a seven or 8 or 9 reading open mic 

 

 

 

Having Godfrey Reggio’s POWAQQATSI projected on the wall behind the readers added the spirit of transformation along with the immediacy of Improv/Found 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That very cat actually bit me. I had him on my shoulders, he seemed hapy, started obsessively licking my face, I laughed and he chomped into my eyebrow, vibrating away, that’s why it was with some relief I gave him the chicken bones, ease off that appetite, as you can see he has mellowed by the time of this photograph. Countryside cats, my god, such a beast in the city, nightmare – change the whole dynamic -cat and man, but I was laughingly told “He does that, he just suddenly turns on ya” by way of explanation and so sure I asked and was allowed to give him the bones from dinner, nice cat