I know. I know. I know I know I KNOW! I know that the Hamilton Farmer’s Market isn’t perfect. I know there are second hand buyers, and scam artists. I know that lots of the food is imported. I realize that a banana that I buy at the Farmer’s Market is going to be from the same place as the one I buy at No Frills. Thank you for telling me that the Farmer’s...
Violin Defeat Bows bend brilliantly, to sing me to sleep, But nightmares are inferior to wakefulness, And I’d take a piece of sliced fucking bread over you any day.
Peace is not the world put down their guns nor a sound sleeping’s heavy breathing nor the gentle fall or rain peace is the realization that there is nothing more to do than scrub these life-stained floors peace is what happens when you are so wrapped up with concern for another human that you forget all about yourself, and realize there is nothing more important in the world that you could be...
Optimism is contagious. At worst, it is annoying. Pessimism is contagious. At best, it is deflating.
A = person B=person/people/group/society/music/art/career/ passion/religion/family/institution/health/self/etc C = Relationship D = Chaos E = Destruction F = Loneliness G = Inequality H = Control I = Dependance J = Independence K = Interdependance A + B = C A x B = D A / B = E A – B = F A x Bx = G A x BB = H If A = 0 and B = 0 and A + B = C then A + B = I If A = A and B=B, and A + B = 0 then A +...
A Word about Music
Musical excellence does not come from achieving technique or gaining attention. It is not a comparative art. The worldly success of a career in music may be comparative, but the quiet cries from one piano in one room for one person is just as important as the deep bellows of a symphony across a vast audience of musical connoisseurs. The art of sound is not defined by how quickly a song infiltrates...
The Love Song of a Mouse
slipped-inconspicuous-around my neck beneath my hair, freshly washed, trembling with potential circling circling circling i am freshly washed and clean. Squeaky clean as your fingertips strip off the layers holding my body victim. Thick drops roll off your lips, leaving my shoulders passion watermarked. i’ll have to scrub and be. freshly washed and clean, squeaky clean (squeakier than a...
The First Post
I have been seriously advised by three separate people in the last six months to start a blog. So, I have begun. I intend this blog to be a collection of songs, poems, stories and thoughts I have had or created. I have a desperate love affair with the city I live in (Hamilton, Ontario), and my guess is that passion will work its way into the blog as well. This does not have a target audience,...