Thief of Sleep

Last night I saw Him seated in a gathering.
I could not hold Him in my arms,
So I placed my face near His as an excuse,
As if I were whispering some holy words in his ear.

-1012UT


I look at the Beloved, and His face turns red.
And if I don't look He causes my heart to ache.
In the pool of His face stars are visible
Without His water, my water is nothing but mud.

-479UT



You said "How are you?" Come, for I am as happy
as daylight.
Like day, I bring an end to myself, and in joy I start all
over again.
When I saw your fiery face I became like a wild rue
Burning in your flames, burning, I am burning so joyfully.

-1026UT



RUMI
(Rending the Veil: Literal and Poetic Translations of Rumi,
by Shahram Shiva; Holm Press,
1995)

JAMES BLAKE - LINDISFARNE from martin de thurah on Vimeo.

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Still They Call it Marriage

Mother wanted me to marry -
she brought me a red-headed man,
she brought me a holy man.

I let down my hair.
I confessed to uttering spells.
Mother brought me an organ-grinder
who married me thinking I had money.

I had nothing but a good luck charm.
I had supernatural power.

I did not want to play the organ -
I had no wish to marry. I wanted to
dance with the young men in town -
I wanted to dance till they hunted me down.

-Susan Musgrave

(A Man to Marry, A Man to Bury,
McCelland and Stewart Limited
1979)

 

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Humans- you make me happy.

Whenever I think of all of the things that are going wrong with the world I am always reassured by how wonderfully ingenious human beings can be when we put our minds to it. Scientists, designers and artists come up with ways to revolutionize the world on a day to day basis. Trust that imagination can save the world, like the work of this artist, Ana Rewakowicz.


The SR-Hab (Socially Responsive Habitat) project is a mobile, self-sustainable bicycle unit for urban commuting and dwelling, developed in collaboration with students from the Department of Mechanical Engineering at McGill University in Montreal.


The SleepingBagDress prototype involves a multipurpose kimono-dress that when inflated changes into a cylindrical container inhabitable by one or two people. The SleepingBagDress prototypes operate on a small computer fan powered by a rechargeable lead battery (prototype 1) and NiMH batteries charged by a solar panel incorporated into the dress itself (prototype 2) and looks at the portability and self-sustainability of a wearable cell, comfortable as both, a dress and a temporary shelter.


Air Cleanser, Rosenlew Factory, Pori, Finland, 2008, Collaboration with Annu Wilenius.


Or these amazing "supertrees" funded by the government of Singapore, which capture solar energy as well as functioning as conservatories for hanging gardens. 




Or, even as wonderful as finding the simplest solutions to everyday problems such as happened in these slums in the Philippines.

For more AMAZING human discoveries and life changing ideas, don't forget to check out these verbal spaces created by incredible humans:

Riveting talks by remarkable people:

A discovery company:

Intimate conversations with visionaries:

Human beauty of all sorts:
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Soundtrack to a life

So many times I have wished that there was a soundtrack to my life that would follow me around and enunciate wherever necessary.


If I could choose a soundtrack today it would be somewhere along the lines of this:


Although tomorrow it would be different...

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Book Report- Through Black Spruce
Through Black Spruce
Joseph Boyden
Penguin Group 2008

The book I just finished for my friends book recommend project was Through Black Spruce by Joseph Boyden. I COMPLETELY loved this book. It was emotional, intelligent and dealt with some very pertinent Canadian issues.

The setting of the book was mostly in Moose River, Ontario, during the middle of winter. The feeling of the novel was desolate, lonely and incredibly beautiful. I don't know how many people get to experience northern Canada in the winter, it is really nothing that can be very well described, although the tone of the book does a pretty good job of conveying the feeling.


This book review by Mark Callanan describes the plot of the book very well-

"Early on in Through Black Spruce, the follow-up to Joseph Boyden’s bestselling first novel, Three Day Road, former bush pilot Will Bird reflects on a recurring dream he used to have some 30 years ago. In his dream, Will climbs the wall of the residential school near Moosonee, Ontario, “like Ahepik, our own Cree Spider-Man” to rescue the native children who’ve been taken from their parents and effectively imprisoned there. Not only does the image resonate with Canada’s recent – not to mention long-awaited – public display of remorse over past treatment of First Nations peoples, its implications are scattered like ash through the whole of the novel. There is no explicit reference made to the psychic trauma born of physical and sexual abuse, only the evidence of conflagration, only aftermath.

The death of traditional ways of life is a running theme here. As Will’s niece Annie (the book’s other narrator) points out, the Cree inhabitants of their area have “gone from living on the land … hunting, trapping, trading in order to survive, to living in clapboard houses and pushing squeaky grocery carts up and down aisles filled with overpriced and unhealthy food.” They have, in terms of a colonial mindset, become “civilized.”

Beyond such insidious decline, the community of Moosonee is plagued with drug problems. The Netmakers, a local family, bring cocaine and crystal meth into town using their underworld connections. At the outset of the novel, Annie’s younger sister Suzanne has run off with Gus, youngest of the Netmakers clan; having established herself as a model in New York City, she has since disappeared.

Annie’s quest to find her lost sister is a further study in cultural politics, and on the level of the individual, a study of the formation of identity. As Annie finds herself shedding her tomboy past and slipping into her sister’s role of “Indian Princess” in New York, her uncle grapples with the Wendigo of memory that threatens to consume him."



This book dealt with so many real issues that affect Canadian aboriginals today. The displacement of Native American children through residential schools, the loss of certain ways of life and assimilation into western culture, and the issues of suicide, violence and drugs. The thing that I loved so much about this book though, was not only how realistically I feel these things were dealt with, but the ability of the characters to move though these issues and come to point of resolution.

Mark Callanan stated in his book review that he thought the finale was "disappointing" compared to the action that happened in the book. I feel however, that Boyden dealt with the resolution in a very realistic way. Instead of having a giant magical solution to solve the problems of the community, the ending is merely the characters in the novel, while still injured and broken, coming back together at as a family to do something that connects them back to the land and each other. I feel that Boyden knew that  there could be no true resolve, only a moving forward. 

Although the feeling of the novel for me was very desolate, it also had a very definite sense of community and connection to the land. I love these photos by Jessica Tremp because to me they portray the connection with nature and the land that I felt in this book.

At one point in the novel a protagonist makes friends with an old bear, and his relationship with it is really beautiful until some of the other men in the community kill it and string it up in a tree. 
"I would feed that bear every night, and I would make friends with it. I'd give it something it had never been offered before: the assurance of a daily meal. National Geographic and Animal Planet say no, no, no. Fuck them. What do they know of elders scraping by each day and starving? Do they have so few teeth in their mouths that they can no longer snap bones with their own jaws? Are they forced to live near a dump and go through the dirty diaper and broken tables and refuse of humanity trying to find the scraps that are left to them? My bear, my sow, you would eat. You'd eat well."
-Page 85





These couple of photos by Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison give me the same feeling of how the violence was treated in the book, a little distant, and very much a way of life when people are driven to desperation. 

"You get into a rut over the years. You learn to find a routine that gets you through the days. You start looking at the day-to day and forget the bigger world around you outside your own head. Before you know it, one, five, ten years have passed. You keep waiting for something, and then one day  you wake up and realize. It is simply the end that you're waiting for. Lisette told me that this is what those TV people call depression. Drinking kept me from it, and drinking is what dug my rut deeper. But know I know what I couldn't see then.
The baseball bat attached to the arm that swung it at me on Quarry Road hit me hard enough that my kneecap popped out, and I tore enough tendons that the same doctor in Moose Factory said I wouldn't walk normal, never mind run, anymore. Anymore. But you know what was good about this my nieces?  Marius Netmaker was the one to get me out of my rut."
-Page 116





These photographs by Stephen Beadles, some of their references towards water and light, which were reoccurring themes in the book, one of the protagonists continually thinking about allowing the water to have him so he can join the voices of his ancestors. 




http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephenbeadles/

Also this one image by Susan Clarahan which I love, really gives me that feeling of the Canadian north, the consumption and connection with nature, and become absorbed by it. 



I loved this novel. It is definitely something that I would recommend to anyone interested in these types of issues, or even anyone Canadian. Poetic, touching, and dealing with intense issues in a sensitive and realistic way, I think that Boyden really found a voice of our time that is worth listening to.

Other novels in this vien that I loved and would recommend would be, Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson, The Ecstasy of Rita Joe by George Ryga, and Late Nights on Air by Elisabeth Hay. 

Also, this podcast from Ideas CBC radio reminded me of this book in its northern, secluded, dealing with yourself in nature type of way.


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Work in Progress- Studio Day
Had a lovely studio day yesterday. Just printing and dyeing for some clothing that I'm making, as well as boiling down some flax to begin work on the giant paper wings I intend on making! I was super happy some of the results I got.



I Shibori dyed some cotton sateen and it turned out BEAUTIFULLY.  The first round had dyed it in a turquoise based green, and although it was wonderful, it was way too bright for me to actually wear, so I over-dyed it again in a brown, and am extremely happy with it.




The beautiful color it is once it finally dried! 


I also printed 6 meters of fabric for a dress I'm making, with silly quote words that have come from my friends. :)




Such a lovely day. 

What I listened to as I worked-


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Summery beautiful days


We have been saved
by a seventh wave- a big one that washed us
back to footholds.
We can laugh about it now over
drinks from our bottle of Irish.
We are cooking tortillas,
talking about how long it would've taken to float to Japan.

He, at least, knows the language.

After dinner we are on the beach again,
the bonfire snapping like bones,
a big bottle of red wine.
We sing off key and a little drunkenly.
Tomorrow we will go back.

The moon is a crescent turning away from us
and if the moon dreams, it dreams of speaking.

-Excerpt from Long Beach
Jay Ruzesky




Photographs by Amanda Charchian 

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Mood Board Day
Violence and humor. I've been feeling a little strange lately...

Try to cite where I can, but once again, I don't know where everything is from...


I'm saying shut me up but what I really mean is wake me up.
December 2007

they've been kind of depressing
my dreams these days
about water and balloons floating on rafts out a sea
people drowning
severed heads being pulled around on carts
and all of those things and colors
i just can't quite remember

i woke up in an apartment.
my apartment, but backwards.
holes in the roof
climbing through to get into the windows above me
looking out onto concrete

painting the walls
over and over again
it never covers
it never covers

you can't cover grease
the texture always
soaks through

i know these are figments of my imagination
but I can't help being mad at people when i wake up

reality does not come as a breath of air
unless it was stale old air
less alive, less colorful
the dead don't resurrect here
and even though you hurt me in my sleep
at least i got to see you
and we laughed once

even though i was sad in my dream
at least i felt you
then i could cry in the morning
 even though i forgot you had been there
on sunday morning i woke up and i couldn't remember anything
my mind was blank from 1 o'clock on saturday
until i woke up to my headache.

it was almost a relief.

















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Book report- Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delany
One of the things that I am doing with my year is taking book recommendations from all of my good friends. I started this project because a) I was spending WAY too much money on new books, b) it's so much nicer to read books you know will be good, and c) I thought it would be a unique way to get to know all of my friends a little better. 

I wanted to respond not only with words on how I felt about each book, but also with a summary of images, videos and sounds that the feeling of the book evoked for me. 

Dhalgren, was definitely not a book I probably would've picked up by myself. It is science fiction novel written by Samuel R. Delany in 1975. Here is a great summary of the novel that I found on Wikipedia.

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An event horizon, enveloping Bellona, prevents all radio and television signals, even phone messages, from entering or leaving the city. A rift may have been created in space-time. One night the perpetual cloud cover parts to reveal two moons in the darkness. One day a red sun swollen to hundreds of times the size it ordinarily appears rises to terrify the populace, then sets—and the same featureless cloud cover returns, with no hint that it was ever otherwise. Street signs and landmarks shift constantly, while time appears to contract and dilate. Buildings burn for days, but are never consumed, while others burn and later show no signs of damage. Gangs roam the nighttime streets, their members hidden within holographic projections of gigantic insects or mythological creatures. The few people left in Bellona struggle with survival, boredom, and each other. It is their reactions to (and dealings with) the strange happenings and isolation in the city that are the focus of the novel, rather than the happenings themselves.

The novel's protagonist is a drifter who suffers from partial amnesia: he can remember neither his own name nor the names of his parents, though he knows his mother was an American Indian. He wears only one sandal, shoe, or boot. Possibly he is intermittently schizophrenic. Not only does the novel end in schizoid babble (which recurs at various points in the text), but the protagonist has memories of a stay in a mental hospital, and his perception of the "changes in reality" sometimes differs from that of the other characters. Also he suffers from other significant memory loss in the course of the story. As well, he is dysmetric, confusing left and right and often taking wrong turns at street corners and getting lost in the city.
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Nick Blinko

For me the book was super strange, because although there was a huge amount of violence, sex, and strange activities, the book had this feeling of entirely overwhelming monotony. It was confusing even while nothing happened. There was continually a sense that things should be connecting, and then they never would. 

The friend who leant me the book pointed out to me (something I had not noticed) that the book ends with 
But I still hear them walking in the trees: not speaking.
Waiting here, away from the terrifying weaponry, out of
the halls of vapor and light, beyond holland into the
hills, I have come to


And starts with 
to wound the autumnal city.
which makes the book into an enigmatic circle, only enforcing for me the feeling of continual monotony that the book had for me. 
It's hard to explain what I mean by violent and tense monotony, but these two videos captured a little bit of that feeling for me:



The book felt lonely while being full of people. Dangerous although nothing happend. Crazy but you weren't sure why. A book of contradictions while nothing was actually solidified. In short, desolate and confusing. It reminded me a lot of the schizophrenic drawings of Nick Blinko, which was fitting since a large part of the themes in the book revolved around the idea of him going crazy. 




Also, some of the photographs of Jeff Bark give a very similar feeling to the book. The sense of loneliness and yet violence. 






To be honest, this book really frustrated me. I wanted to understand the mysteries, I wanted more character development, and I wanted something to RESOLVE. There were a few things that I did really enjoy about the book however. 

For one, there is a definite normalizing of alternative types of sexuality. There are a ton of instances and discussions of bisexuality, multiple partners, an BDSM. Two of the key characters in the novel are a African American man and a caucasian woman who have an encounter that is deemed through most of the book as "rape" while both the man and the woman discuss the longing and taboos for the encounter they had together. The protagonist himself is in a three-way relationship with a man and woman, and it was super interesting to see the negotiations between them all, all the while have it very natural. 

I also enjoyed the discussion of violence the book brought up as well. The gang members in the book were mostly bored, and barely did anything, but the way that society viewed them was as violent, terrifying creatures. The book had a lot of instances where it brought up themes of societal views versus truth. 

The book was quite poetic as well, although it had no real poetry in it. One of the major topics of discussion in the book was the poems that the protagonist writes, and yet we never got to read a one of them. Yet another thing that was never resolved... One of my favorite lines in the book was;
New moons came, he thought, and all of heaven changes; still we silently machinate towards the joint of flesh and flesh, while the ground stays still enough to walk, no matter what above it. -Pg 104


All in all, the book was worth my time, although it took me forever. (Did I mention it's 801 pages?) It definitely opened up a couple new chapters in my head surrounding the discussion of race and gender, as well as the contained power of marginalized peoples. I do wish that it had been slightly less verbose, but for its time I can see why it was a powerful book. 

One more film that has a similar feeling: I know I already blogged this one, but it is very applicable. 




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And Sound Was Everything- Mutek 2012

Just finished the Mutek weekend, which is the electronic festival in Montreal. I am exhausted and happy. There are always such exciting things going on, from the performers, to visuals, to the community. So very inspiring. 

Highlights of the weekend for me:


Friday night, the visuals at A/ Visions 3, then Kode 9 and Nautiluss and KiNK playing at the Société des arts technologiques. Danced my little butt off!



Saturday, CLARK playing at the SAT. They have a dome there that is projected onto in 360 degrees. It was incredible to be in the middle of giant surrounding visuals while listening to great music. I kept thinking that if anyone from 100 years ago had seen that dome, they would have thought they were in heaven, it was so surreal and unbelievable! 


Then of course, Minilogue vs Mathew Jonson playing at Metropolis that same evening. 


On Sunday, Piknic Electronik once again rocked my world. Something about dancing outside in the sunshine while eating picnics with friends that is irreplaceable. 

One more electronic thing that was great about this week, although not officially apart of Mutek, was a set by Max Ulis at the Belmont on Wednesday night. I have subsequently been listening to this mix of his for the whole rest of the week.

At the end of it all, there's nothing quite like curling up with a bunch of friends and watching a movie. Tired, content, with multiple bodily aches, I am happy.

P.S. Watch this.

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Beautiful Music, Love, and Me.


It's Raining In Love

I don't know what it is, 
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start 
to examine
evaluate 
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends 
with someone 
than it is to be in love with them."

I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.

BUT
if a girl starts to like me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers

and she says things like ,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me," and she 
says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God it's you baby, this time,
instead of me.

-Richard Brautigan







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Transitions and the Art of Alex Stoddard


Gone Away


When my body leaves me
I'm lonesome for it.
I've got

eyes, ears,
nose and mouth
and that's all.

Eyes
keep on seeing the
feather blue of the

cold sky,
mouth takes in
hot soup,
nose

smells the frost,

ears hear everything, all
the noises and absences,
but body

goes away and I don't know where
and it's lonesome to drift
above the space it
fills when it's here.

-Denise Levertov






All photographs by Alex Stoddard. More found here.


What I'm listening to as I work today:



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You and I and Sunshine
Photo by Erin Elisabeth Ryan


"And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would if have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: 'That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.' "
- T.S. Eliot


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Humans, you are SO beautiful.

In the face of injustice, people will continue to rise to the challenge, hanging out their windows, banging pots and pans, and stating, "WE WILL NOT BE SILENT". 

Quebec, you make me so proud to live here.





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Because More Silly is More Important!

Let me introduce you to my friend Jill Pollock. Musician, comedian, artist and general all around amazing human. She totally inspires me with how much fun she can have with things that I consider to be mundane. It is good for me to remember that humor is a super important part of art. 









For more of Jill's songs, go to her myspace.



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Don't Let the Man Get You Down!

And now, to make myself feel better about this situation > http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/24/opinion/our-not-so-friendly-northern-neighbor.html?_r=3
it's time for some dancing around the house in my underwear!

Because we are still alive and we are still free, no matter what our laws say!!


Dance Please!






Also, for your continued listening pleasure, my lovely friend Dj IllumiNate-





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The Passing of Time

Just saw that this installation by Angie Hiesl went up for the QUARTIER GÉNÉRAL DU FESTIVAL TRANSAMÉRIQUES. SO lovely. I must go see this.

Old Masters
Twenty feet above the sidewalk, white chairs are attached to the walls of buildings in the Latin Quarter, with ten senior citizens sitting on them. One is knitting, another folds laundry and a third is eating. All of them appear to be floating above everyday concerns, their strange position adding an enchanting note to the cityscape. Old age becomes urban poetry, insisting that we stop and take a look.

Affixed to the façades of buildings on St. Denis Street, they are an evocative display of passing time, blurring distinctions so that life becomes art. Some might walk by without noticing them, but others will raise their heads and stop to gaze at this surprising image of mature angels adding a touch of grace to the urban space.

An undisciplined and interdisciplinary German artist who specializes in site-specific interventions, Angie Hiesl concocted this “human exhibit” so that we might view elderly people as works of art. After winning over audiences in Europe and South America, her group will make its North American début with this beautifully disconcerting performance installation.

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