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Sunday, July 27, 2008


From Louis-Charles Simard's second floor, I saw the sun rise this morning. Standing behind the minuscule Charlotte, hanging from her corner, my eyes heavy with confusion, I let them split the focus and blur into one blinding light.

I can't see. What am I doing here? Standing because I can't sit. I can't sit because I can't fall asleep. I can't fall asleep because I can't stand the uncertainty of not knowing what I will wake up to, the loss of liberty that was not paid for or maybe the face of an old man, whispering to me that it is time to wake up, that everything is alright and that he understands that time is heavy. It's normal. It's nothing new. An exclamation over the ring and all is like before. You can go...

The street seemed cleaner this Sunday morning. A serpentine breeze curved from the river, under the bridge, across the park and the yellow line and died through the chimes in my mind. With it the sound of the holy grail rocking on itself, not knowing if it should fall or stay put. The vase of sacrifice. The empty vessel of belief.

What is it I want to see? The past or the future? Calculations or what comes after the edge of this cliff? There are many ways to solve a problem, a mystery, but there is only one way to be free. If belief is built upon what I see, then this fool might never have the chance to fall.

I must remember that only blood will know the whole story. And maybe one day, on my birthday perhaps, I will be dying on the Golden Beach, in the arms of a lover reborn in a season still complete, just delayed for a few months. I hope that summer will have heard my broken mouth speak everything that is expected from it.

The walk home was beautiful. I felt alive. Air is magical that way.

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Determin’d to make illustrious

Friday, July 18, 2008


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Cut here

Sunday, July 13, 2008


Today, with my rain boots and my lucky blue socks, I visited the Pomme-Pomme art fair.

Despite the weather, I lifted my crooked black umbrella to the sky and headed to the Sala Rossa. Dipping my eyes in the local art bouillon, I met some sweet people and tasted the best gingerbread in the world. So tasty and vegetarian? Yes, it can be done.

One of my favourite buys is a poster by Monsieur Tyler Rauman; a black and white beauty that cannot be found by googling “Tyler Rauman” or “ Blocks Shooting Out Of Eyes” or “Daggers to shell” so do not try.


Plushtaches:


This girl is like honey on my toast:


I hope I get to see these people again this fall. If not, I will just have to wait until next summer, or maybe visit the Headquarters Galerie + Boutique.

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Local apples

Saturday, July 12, 2008


Tomorrow, I will be visiting a local fair and will let myself be charmed into spending my last dollars... what will you be doing?

Atelier Woodenapples + Drawn and Quarterly present:


POMME-pomme Craft & Zine Fair

LA SALA ROSSA: Wooden Apples Craft Fair (10h-16h)
Closing show: Pomme-Pomme with Elfin Saddle + Shapes and Sizes + Brave Radar, 21h.

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This morning

The DJ saved my life.

"...chest hair heaving..."

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Jukebox

Thursday, July 10, 2008


There is a house built out of stone

Wooden floors, walls and window sills...

Tables and
chairs worn by all of the dust

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home



Cause,
I built a home...

for you

for me



Until it
disappeared

from me

from you




And now, it's
time to leave and turn to dust



Out in the garden where we planted the seeds

There is a
tree... as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed it's knees



By the cracks of the skin
I climbed to the top

I climbed the tree... to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly
as you held onto me

I held on as tightly as you held
onto me



Cause, I built a home...


for you

for me



Until it
disappeared...

from me

from you



And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

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A nod to LeVar Burton

Saturday, July 05, 2008


This year, I am taking part in a reading program for children; I have decided to lend my voice to the summer Reading Tents.

The Reading Tents is the only Frontier College program running during the summer. Basically, we go in day camps and festivals in the poorest neighbourhoods of Montreal to read to children who are approximately from 2 to 12 years old. We set up a tent and carry along a big trunk of books to these events. We accept book donations!

For more information or to volunteer with Frontier College in Montreal, please call 514-528-1001 or email montreal@collegefrontiere.ca


Here is the Reading Tents activity list for next week, starting July 8th. There will be one English tent:

Tuesday, July 8th
la Roulotte au parc Wilfrid-Bastien
from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m.. This is a French tent presented before an outdoor play. It's an outdoor event, so the tent will be cancelled if there is rain. To go there from Cadillac station, on the green line, take bus 32 Lacordaire Northbound. Get off on Des Galets street. The park is at 8255, Lacordaire Boulevard.

Wednesday, July 9th
St-Columbia House
from 9:30 a.m. to noon. This is an English tent for a day camp. They have an interior space available, so we won't cancel this one in case of bad weather. The address is 2365, Grand Trunk street. That's the Charlevoix station on the green line.

Wednesday, July 9th
la Roulotte au parc Wilfrid-Bastien
from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m. This is a French tent presented before an outdoor play. It's an outdoor event, so the tent will be cancelled if there is rain. From Crémazie station on the orange line, take bus 54 Chartrand/Chabanel Eastbound. Get off at the de Lille stop. Walk 450 metres south.

Thursday, July 10th and Friday, July 11th
CCSE Club les Pirouettes Maisonneuve
(4375, Ontario est), from 9:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. This is a French tent in a day camp. There is an indoor space available. The tent won't be cancelled in case of rain. From Pie-IX station on the green line, take bus 125, Ontario east. The address is 4375, Ontario street east.

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You spy

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