bless all the mothers…

November 25, 2013

I do feel like I’m talking to myself. Not on the phone with a friend talking. But actually screaming into a canyon talking. The net is like an echo.

bless all the mothers

I’m going to smack him

November 16, 2013

Temple on the mountThe next time a guy tells me that he loves women, I’m going to smack him on the back of the head.

a ‘rationalization’ fix

November 11, 2013

I’m sitting in Starbucks. Day after day. This fellow comes in and reads “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand. I’ve read parts. I’ve listened to interviews with Ayn Rand. I’ve watch a couple of films based on her work. She is no doubt one of the most  unattractive people I have ever heard interviewed. It is this unattractiveness that has made her career. People think she must be a serious thinker.

Anyway this guy comes into Starbucks everyday. Reads his Rand. Piece by piece. He is only the second person I have met who reads Rand. The first was a very attractive woman in her 40s who swore that Rand was our Plato. She was starting a new business and Rand was her inspiration. The guy who came into Starbucks every day and read was an actor, trying to get discovered. He was also in his 40s. I think Rand’s philosophy (Nietzsche gone rancid) suits those who are desperate and need a ‘rationalization’ fix.

I’m sure Rand is very popular with the ‘tea party’ clan.


Giller PriZe – Show gLitz

November 8, 2013

the room they gave me..I’m not big on award shows. They make me want to throw up my lunch. Now the literati in Canada have managed to take a bad idea (the Giller Prize) and turn it into a pale imitation of the Oscars.

Everything about the show is glitz. I have some sympathy for the writers involved who have to go through this ordeal. Its like a spoof from Second City.

Ted Cruz is a Canadian

November 6, 2013

The Killer's WeddingAnd we’re not particularly proud of it.

Cruz birth certificate

Mayor ‘crack’ Ford

November 2, 2013

Temple on the mountThe political situation in Toronto and the Mayor’s hold of a large segment of support in the city leads to only one conclusion. Torontonians are the stupidest citizens in the country.

And the winner is…

October 17, 2013

If the walls could talkA love affair with the arts. But not ideas. Books are published, given awards, and then seen no more. There is no discussion about ideas. Nor even discussion about the books themselves. When I first started writing I was told that mainstream couldn’t sell. You had to write genre fiction. Crime, science fiction, romance, horror, erotica etc. That was where you could make a career. What I have seen amongst writers and artists as a whole is what they seek is some vague laurel leaf. It would make Mark Twain snicker. Awards should be given to those books that sell the most. At the least, it would make some kind of sense.

(I find this little rant confusing. Are you against awards or pretense? Clean this up and bring it back to me tomorrow.)

Leave it alone.

September 8, 2013

People think that art is something else. Its spiritual. Or its economically viable. Or its eternal. Some say that art will save you. Meaning your soul. Or your sanity. All sounding like Madison Avenue philosophy. Something you could put on a cigarette package. Hallmark. Something written by Kahlil Gibran. Something glib.

Let me add my glib. Art is nothing. Do it. And then forget it. Look at it. And then go home and kick the cat. Listen to a whiff of it. And then pay your hydro bill.

his lonely nights are over

Comfort food

September 1, 2013

Comfort food. I see it in films, novels, music. Its goal is not to challenge us. Its goal is to make us feel comfortable, at ease, safe. When I lived in Europe in the 80s I remember searching high and low for peanut butter. A peanut butter sandwich felt like home.

It is sometimes difficult to tell what art is comfort food. The outrageous may just give us a sense that we are on the cutting edge of change. It makes us feel safe. A lot of ‘avant-garde’ art is like that. On the other hand, movies like The Butler can also fill that gap. Making us feel that we are on ‘the right side of history’.

I see people reading, reviewing books that they would love to have had in high school. Books that carry them off to another world. That takes them away from the ‘pain’ or ‘boredom’ of this world, that is comfort food.

When you go into a Christian church and see Christ crucified on the cross, that is not comfort food. The sermon may be. Their doctrines may be. But not a man in the last moments of his life.

When art is unsettling, insightful, when it opens up the world to you, that is not comfort food.

At Plymouth Rock

worst natural disaster

August 18, 2013

We’re still digging out from the flood. The worst natural disaster in the history of the province. Its been a month and counting.


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