Monday, December 31, 2007

rites of passage

How on earth ... to move beyond the skin line? ... to reconnect with our dreams & visions?

May there be more Compassion, Wisdom, and Peace for all!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Tu es et juis suis

Tu es la vague de la mer, moi, je suis ton galet
Toi, l'aiguille, et moi, ton fil
Tu es ma flèche, je suis ton arc
Tu es l'acteur; je suis ta voix
Tu es ma mémoire et moi, la nostalgie
Toi, mon encre, je suis ta plume
Tu es le rateau, je suis ta feuille
Tu es le masque et je suis le modèle
Tu es la neige et moi, tes traces de pas
Tu es le brouillard de mon aube
Tu es la solitude de mon vide
Tu es mon talon d'Achille et je suis ta faiblesse
Tu es le cri et moi, le silence
Tu es la rage et je suis le pardon
Toi, ma larme et je suis ton rire
Tu es la fedélité et moi, la trahison
Tu es l'attente, je suis le voyageur
Toi, le labyrinthe et moi, Icare
Tu es ma tragédie et je suis ta farce
Tu es la tyrannie et moi, la révolution
Toi, Phedre et moi, Hippolite
Tu es mon théâtre et je suis ta vie.
- by iryn - See: Poetry :: note :: ... poem recieved ... & spoken translation into my ear ...

Thursday, December 27, 2007


A picture named LipTurtle.jpg

Turtle on display at the airport created by a Georges Vanier Grade 2 student. Studies of lace patterns in nature.

- See: Terms

:: note :: ... go inside for protection ... bury seeds in the sand ... flow in the water ... ground yourself with a power stance ... the red lips ...

Saturday, December 22, 2007


A picture named hanging drum.jpg Full Moon ... Winter Solstice ... Time Lines ... "We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time." (T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding) - See: Terms :: note :: ... coyoto howls ... there on the floor ... there's a hole ... there's a hole ... there's a whole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a toe ... there's a toe ... there's a toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's feathers on the rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which gaia does see ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch in the hole in my mukluk in the bottom of the .... " just gimme that pouch" - & rabbit did ... it was cold ... it was cold ... it was so cold for coyoto ... clutching the pouch ... leaving rabbit with a whole in the mukluk this mid-season ... not knowing barely showing the tears ... pulling the old grey oilman hat down over the eyes ... hiding the face ... howling silent cries in that short day when the sun shines brightest ... oh and the moon ... the moon ... the moon that watery mirror ... there's a song ... there's a song ... there's a song the hole world will hear ... so take good care gaia ... play ...

Friday, December 07, 2007

Karlheinz Stockhausen

obituaries - See: Memorium :: note :: ... it seems this time of year every year is a passage time ... Stockhausen introduced me to the idea of avante garde arts ... for that eternal thanks ...

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Norval Morriseau

IN MEMORIAM: NORVAL MORRISSEAU - See: Artists :: note :: ... opened me for one to First Nations art ... as a young adolescent the Norval Morriseau body of work was a fascinating introduction which has continued ...

Monday, December 03, 2007


"According to traditional knowledge, the Memekwesiw offer guidance on natural medicines and how to live life in harmony with Nature. They are said to be about the same height as two-year-old children, but are easily distinguishable from them because they have no noses. Memekwesiw in the La Ronge region are said to live in caves carved out of the rock near the lake's shoreline."(Virtual Saskatchewan)

- See: Terms

:: note :: ... during a medical crisis over a decade ago it was such a memekwesiw that healed me ... listening to Ideas tonight brought it all back ...

Saturday, December 01, 2007

sex, language & religion

"Theatre of Catastrophe takes as its first principle the idea that art is not digestible. Rather, it is an irritant in consciousness, like the grain of sand in the oyster's gut... "(Theatre of Catastrophe)

"More specifically why this violent use of language? What purpose does it serve? Sometimes it is violent. Sometimes it is tranquil. The two states
coexist. But the violence of the tone is only a reflection of the passion of the
character to discover his or her freedom in a world which is insufficiently
gratifying for modern man... which is in fact, shrunk. This cry of violence is
a cry for more authentic experience than is available, not only from society,
but possibly - horror of horrors - from life itself"
(Challenging Conventions An Interview with Howard Barker by Gilles Menegaldo University of Poitiers)

- See: Theater

:: note :: ... sex, language & religion are the greatest obstacles to theater education ... schools are unable to adequately deal with "issues" ... the small minded political correctness dominates those with a disposition to virtue ...