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Only now upon completing the initial gathering of mine and Joanne Mousseau’s photos for a teamwork documentario do I feel like the great troping narrative of the WEATHERBELL weekend is actually winding or something like a the fall of ribbon from a ufo slowly landing to the moment retellable in contemporary words… Up til now, I was still there, with the day at work and the morning ride and the feral cats and the sunday morning all blurred to one supa collage. (The Full Moon is Friday by the way. This bonus week of summer has been awesome for our work ethic.

Aisha Sasha John read first, and quickly realizing the fairly frantic but gentle massiveness of the winds swirling wonderfully around called most effectively to have everyone come gathering in to a good proximity and then vividly brought forth many circumstances and had fun realizing the entire audience was happily focusing in on every ramification and gladly listening; effortlessly our delightfully improbable event was made real. (I should show in brackets again the look on Ed's and Sam's faces in the audience. So happy about it all, like when ufos that vibe out endorphins land on earth...

David Fujino read second and if there ever really were electric blueberries I'd gladly repeat the whole event with these 4 readers and even have it filmed one day, by the 11th or 12th time, Fujino I'd want to do all the exact texts of the first, and just add a few; enjoyable on paper and so fine under stone and cloud

Ed Fielding read next (he is Felix Culpa now on facebook due to a bit of online facebooqettiquea friend him if you can) but he is Ed Fielding, you can tell I was inspired by the whole event and thrilled and overjoyed with all of the readers and so proud for the people who embarked 2 o clock rain to the lake shore and yet Ed making it out effortlessly on our part determined ready to go and waiting for us at 2 full powered for all what cometh and old york after

Thom Olsen read after Ed, and sung before him! There is an inevitable playful formality even in the most melodramatically comfortable happy environments, "Who wants to feels like is ready to has it going to read next ? is the best reading order. That was the call, Thom or Ed, and both responded immediately commencing. Had we planned it it would have worked, Thom Olsen singing gregorian chant like glorious becharmic and Ed Fielding (Sieur Culpa) beginning upon his remonstrances courtesies focused tracts and philosophical exactions, intermingling with Thom moving into his "on his knees!" passion plays () (In poem)

Thom Olsen, August 30, 2009

hugh hand transcribed a beautiful poem in enough copies for all present and Sam made enough oex weatherbells for all and then some; Karen was carefully giving out beautiful books to those who didn't have each one, and kemeny and laurie had lots of stuff with them

These have been our photos on our 3 cameras from the 1st WEATHERBELL

the colour blue

the weatherbell of arc

With the cat tail of a hurricane saturating the 401 (and my chief context being awaiting arrival of a wonderful friend via that highway, I find myself with the time to wonder about my friendship with these fine feral cats of Downsview once again, as I am entirely entirely in a mode of waiting, gliding, and focusing all luck, intuitive and teleginetic, focus, I think of the brilliance of the cat colonies, the commitment to coming through in all moments is complete, always in beam, always exemplar. Others may, I never tire of seeing their prints in winter, days after storms, watching their relationships with each other, contemplating their territories and their histories, and trying to explain it to my mother, how instead of travel and theatre, museums and galleries, concerts, trips to Europe, or even more practical quests, if I have the time, I like to visit feral cats in the light industrial wasteland, and try to befriend them with gifts and all the sorts of friendly utterances that downtown most cats will recognize as cat conscious voice, and to this day, never, not one feral has cared back. Not even gem.

So it is still largely humans I look to for consciousness and meaning.

But think of it: the World Symphony Orchestra playing Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony magically entering into a finish! Joy, amazement and at intermission, in the lobby with our kale curry salmon wraps, sun dried tangerines, and gin & tonics, I’d be explaining again about not so much how the feral cats are fascinating in their greater totality and meaning, but are fascinating in the absolute immediate of daily life!

Ordinariness is one of the hidden wonders of existence. Every few days or week and a half, I’ll be walking along and computing away and realize, yes, it is a completely ordinary day, there really is nothing about this set of hours, there isn’t preoccupation, this is what my life was/is like presently, “shipping yards” and “truck docks” and “hopping fences” rare and blessed moments unspoken for in time. I feel like these moments of ordinariness are my greatest accomplishments. And even though it stresses the always en garde alert ferals, they somehow  give lessons to it, hyperexpressive eyes blazing away, unremittantly present to the real day. And suddenly they begin to sing, welcome welcome, happy birthday, happy birthday, welcome welcome, happy birthday, welcome welcome, happy birthday, in their never before heard voices, the epileggo to Schubert’s long broaching immanence.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WELCOME WELCOME, HAPPY SUMMER, HAPPY BIRTHDAY

A quick post to celebrate an awesome day.

I had luck upon luck today. In the morning I went 3rd snoozebutton again, after setting the coffee brewing, and was woken by an oh so quiet dr in retreat whose so careful speech mechanisms hailed me out of sleep, and made it in good time with lucky ttc connections, with lots of photos of the fine natural environs having an interesting day, on the way. The day through the day carried luck all the way. And then, planning to work overtime to nail down a project and make up for previous week’s latenesses suddenly I noticed the storm coming. Dark and whippy windy outside, spinners, (it’s like Texas up in ondustrial waitland part of Downsview. We contribute to the Afghani Iraqi Russian Jewish Jamaican Guayanan Markham Downsview Economy, up there, at least within walking distance

And then Storm! 3 power outages once I got home, laying in my room, all calm, in a power outage thunder becomes palpable through walls

These birds, utterly new, never before, and none this summer, unknown visitors

for Halli and Myna, two of the awesome truckbed ferals of Downsview ~ healthy and wonderful wild cats from abandoned ancestries of survival savvy cats

As little as humidity and my nervous system are, psychically, august is out standing in a field with with a field by it, the green eyes in woods Bluegreenredandwhitepurpleandwhite Amhhhhhhhherrrrrrsssstburg Ontario Windsor Ontario LaSalle Ontario Belle River Ontarioi Komoka  Chatham Tilbury Puce Tecumseh Ontario Toronto Tecumseh Komoka Hamilton Toronto Ontario London Poplar Hill StrathRoy Chatham Harrow Nothing New and onto Paris Ontario Mt P_easent Dundas KitchenerWater

downsview, Downsivew ~ where i was conceived, which i always thought had been a suburb of Moncton

Ontario

bluegreenpurple ontario and stone woods and vine and hanging grasses phenomenologically one of the best places on the earth, for stoner culture

Let’s Grow Right Now SToner Photography of bluegreenpurple ontario

Back to going around the far end to the bus this aft, and nature was a buzz and busy. I set off with my left hand holding as much dry cat food as it could while not noticeably. It would cause a conversation and that doesn’t speed things up when you’re leaving clinging to as much dry cat food as is possible. They’ve put a padlocked chain on the tear in the fence that I call the cats’ door on that side, but I can still squirrel my left arm in and backwards and put the food in a good spot for the cats to eat in unchallenged privacy, in the setting sun.

But I got halfway to that spot and see massive hawk, eagle or owl, gigantic in the one dead tree… it seemed calm up there so I thought I had time to put out the catfood and follow after it. Turned around, no sign of hawk (this one always swerves that area at that time. It was within 1 minute that a squirrel caught my eye and bang, there goes that enormous hawk charging down after it. The squirrel’s unpredictable instincts, so bad with cars, worked. All too fast to photograph. In fact the hawk kept well ahead of me. Then paused on a garbage bin.

I was enthralled by the activity by this point so went the opposite direction than usual. It’s nicely designed architecture, dry, all brick, but the shaping is good.

Further along there were 3 or 4 of these hawks, in tree in flight zooming behind the trees. Not easy photography though. It bears resemblances that big duffley hawks like that can at a given instant look like a cat almost. For all the drama that followed I managed just two photos that had more than one of the involved birds in it. The first manages two hawks. It’s funny all those instances where one sees several and couple are close and detailed but the photo isnt fast enough. The white underside bird you will see first is the one that chased this very hawk across the sky. It flew like a swallow, but is larger and more long necked. Letting out fierce cheeeeets of celebration once the hawk was gone, tho as i left i saw the hawk swooping back where its nest is. The hawks are just tormenting all these other animals and birds.

so hard to photograph, the shapes it makes

No one is more aware as I am the contrast in function and consequence between my efforts online here via the ferals and clouds of downsview, and, approximately, everything else going on in the world. Should one pull apart one’s job? Analyze its psychology? Function it as a correllative of employment politics such as in the news and alleys? Or keep working at fixing this photographic cyber issue of the blue spungilira on dark photos in the first place. Job’s fine, it’s friday, so there’s that question dealt with:

You can see him there, ruler of the undertruck cat capital of finch and dufferin. Further down the post I will later insert the http line for my post in the winter showing the journey around far end of our job complex. Google oversion “momcat” and you might find earlier items. Different cats live down that end. And today, July 24, 2009, a new cat! I will show the wide angle first. Once you are looking at the closeup please tell me if you agree that these ferals have definitive differences about them, the fur longer, the face more extreme somehow, the eyes with intensity beyond dreams.

from that distance you think 'what a sweet little cat' and call out

from there, still, a dear little figure, but no house there, behind that fence is ravine

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ha! Finally found a way to get the cursor down past the photos so far!

If this is appearing in the margins up higher in the text disregard the luddite lesson. But that appears for now to have worked.

Proof will be if the following amendations to last night’s feral studies improvements are visible here. First the issues of the day. I have no doubt Obama is one of the most intelligent, and, savvy, people I’ve ever seen, so take it as deliberate the mildly jarring reference to the cambridge police stupidly arresting a man in his own home whom they’ve already annoyed by making him show i.d. — consciously throwing down the gauntlet, ‘not in my america’ type of thing; surely consciously symbollic and chosen and thought out, it is most decidedly an issue / but then that word stupid – used in a stern pointed way, in a Chicago way perhaps, perfectly fine. After all it is the homeowner or tenant who rules, not the interloper. The owner or tenant can throw the policeman out of his house, if he is in the right. It is if imperceptibly the law. The reason people haven’t made that connection is because it is a matter of the law, and the exact execution of the law, is in the courtroom. The professor had been trying to get his own front door open, had succeeded, and upon confirming all was alright, there was no need for further presence of the police. Job over. Alright the professor has been cleared of all wrongdoing and it is the police officer perhaps liable. Or possibly just permanently chafed at the President. What the professor seems to have inspired in the police officer is the kind of rage one sees in cops at protests or situations where they’re stressed and frightened, and maintaining their militaristic front, such as they can’t be dissed or insulted or loudly challenged without taking extreme action against the person. Suddenly daring to talk back is a crime. But we’re all human beings, and talking back is a necessity. For him as much as you.

I think of rare encounters I’ve had (and sometimes bosses at jobs can be similar. Not speaking, not arguing, not insulting, not joking, and not generally fucking them around with wisecracks are all proven improvers of outcome. In fact by saying nothing when one has done nothing and are being accosted at all, saying nothing, reflecting nothing, can provide a good backdrop to confirming it’s sheer malice if they come at you.

But in the law, in the law that one only sees in courts, where decisions vary infinitely, but in the law, there is no provision for this rule of not showing up the cop. In the case of streets and alleys and traintracks and if police deem it so in one’s home, it can also prove just as exploratory to challenge and mock. And in the law and on the earth and even in Iran this is  so. The public has to train the police. You know governments can’t be relied upon t o do so.

With my remarkable unimaginable flow from the southwestern skies lately I am barely catching up with myself of late, so enthralled and almost overwelmingly optimistic. There’s real ways in which saying happy birthday to a singer or saying happy birthday to a world. I’m sure my unconscious if not precisely involuntary psychic flow will keep the potted plants on the racetrack safe and snails and a caterpillar of course. Billions of caterpillars go without health care every day and we are all of one soup. Arguments – ARGUMENTS! – for ninerversical unoversion is our own interconnectedness in only the most scientific and spiritual ensensionensenses ~ and soon ~

that documentary i saw in the 80s – viruses are our own dna (and others) gone off into the world and transforming with others (coming back remelded transformed and so briefly shutting down the supercontrols on the overall system and everything tries to adjust (the flu!! – except that like the emotional virus or the old age the vulnerabilities are different different times of life for different viruses which are as infinite as us

ARRRRRRRRRRRGUMENTS?

The State has no problem seizing exaggerated control of a world which should never forget NO ONE understands, in many matters and matters of universal health, in that sense, these modern and postmodern monolithic governments = The States +  ((terrorism jokes: is al queda an ngo? bingo!

Anyway I’m experimenting with a new way of coalescing text and photo – all text first, despite intention of including photos. Then afterward tap in the photos haha.

I was thrilled for Obama and his hundreds of millions of supporters with his tv hour this evening with the reporters. AMERICA !?!?! AT THE !?!?!? CROSSROADS

i’m a tedious buzzy little critic of health care all the time, because i’m used to very high standards, growing up in Canada. My doctor once we lived in Windsor always seemed a complete all knowing clairvoyant… in Toronto it’s been pretty much all clinics because I’m an elegant itinerant by standards of those who update such things or even keep them in mind

good enough though!

In the States, I’m not sure even at my current wage I’d have ever encountered a doctor in a non-social way. And of course socially, one loves to ask, but knows not to pester with favorite medical issues.

Governments just have to understand, if you want us in during crises and lunatic subterfuges for bad policy, we’d have to have full rights and be in when your over-empowered fleece hits the fan. Otherwise we really are entirely better off minding our own.

“Care, or get out of the way” is the most basic threshold of what one might refer to mutually as “Social Contract Minimalism”

for instance, at this point no further interest in government or politics …as a third hand wasteland.

Important realities love living

fair thee entertaining,

detroit’s air force, choosing to replace, fireworks, with bizarre jet activity,

on a weekend windsor’s parks, so overgrown with wild greenery, anyway this is more ecumenical, against a world so rutted in presumption and prior dogmatic opinion. it’s all true, it only happened then, and these are mine and my mother’s photographs of it. Consider:

this is my photograph containing the closeup headshot of the remarkable bird in the park across the street from my mum’s. Such a sharp clear image was achieved in zoom that some might have thought I found it from a book, but gaze at the original there, it’s a particular tree, there now, as are likely the birds. These photos remain on the camera. Cropping’s a big explanation for it. Some of the photos, many of the photos, look like nothing at all and all messed up til a crop inside one corner of of one reveals the wonder of it.

Can you believe that within such a photo could be that bizarre alien looking bird which turns out from friends’ online research is how cedar waxwing’s look at a given age. They always look good I should say but, you’d take them for different birds.

A thrilling and arterially enriching 4day in windsor, many veins of exploration to bring forth, but number one is health of the region. Human arrangements and perspectives on valuation may change constantly in drastic ways, but the overall health and vibrancy of a region of earth is on its own time. Early July is the optimentastical moment to take a glance, when all is in growth. By later summer who knows what ravages – heat, caterpillars, human calumny – will have one doesn’t know what effect – but as of early July 2009, my god is south western ontario ever looking good. It really makes one shake one’s head to think of terms like recession and decline. Whatever humans might be ff’ing up our region itself is having a banner time. Credit reduction in gasoline consumption, good weather, the strikes constraining lawnmowermen, luck and love, it’s glorious. Cloud signage and blur growth all indicate a profound embrace. ~ John

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