HOUSES IN DERBY

Found in Ripley, Derbyshire.

BUFFON

Found in Barcelona.

WRITE SMALL

Found in Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

it's OVER !

Found notes.

GRANDPA THREW IT OUT

YOU FUCKIN FUCKERS

Found sticker.

Found in Selected Stories: Robert Walser.

"To people sitting in a blustering dust-churning automobile I always present my austere and angry face, and they do not deserve a better one."

-Robert Walser

THE JOKER

Found in A Scattering of Jades: Stories, Poems, and Prayers of the Aztecs.

EXTRA FANCY

"Words are for those with promises to keep" --- W.H. Auden

WALKIES!

Found in Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M. Coetzee. (thanks Steve)

ISSUES OF LIFE

Found in Visions of Cody by Jack Kerouac.

IN THE MOUNTAINS

Found slide.

In bleak and difficult times
we must always keep something beautiful
in our hearts.

Pascal.

THREE OF DIAMONDS

Found in The Teachings of Don Juan: a Yaqui way of knowledge by Carlos Castaneda

PURCHASE

THE PLEASURES OF THE HARBOUR

Found on Kings St.

And the anchor hits the sand
The hungry hands
Have tied them to the port
The hour will be short
For leisure on the land

-Phil Ochs

ON THE STAIRS

Found in The Game by Laurie R. King (thanks Robert)

I MISS YOU !

Found in The Sacred Hoop: Recovering the Feminine in American Indian Traditions by Paula Gunn Allen.

COMPLAINT OF A BROTHER-IN-LAW

Found in The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucher. (thanks Chase)

THE GROUP

Found on the book shelf in Value Village.

THE PURSE

I found a purse downtown last night, after some detective work I was able to deduce that it belonged to a 23 year old student nurse, who goes to movies, spends $150 at the hair stylist and drinks coffee at Starbucks, but I won't hold that against her. I called the phone number on her driver's license, her mother answered and said she would come and pick it up, because her daughter was at work. I should of pocketed the $30 in cash and bought a whole bunch of shit on the internet with the credit card.
Sometimes I'm just too damn honest.

" NOT VANCOUVER ISLANDOPLY"

#65849

People who get up early in the morning cause war, death and famine.

I LIKE PINK

MOTHER AND SON?

Found in The Scottish Clans and their Tartans.

in pursuit of the trivial

Answer any question correctly and win a special prize.

TRASH CAN TAROT

I found this, along with the Ace of Disks and The Hierophant in the garbage, in a photo-copy shop on W. Broadway, while visiting a friend in Vancouver this week-end.

THE APPLE

It wasn't the apple in the tree, it was the pair on the ground.

MOONSTAR

the stars and the moon have been keeping us together since June
but the stars and the moon are getting bored of hearing I love you......

WANT AD

Found in Lafcadio's Adventures by Andre Gide (pages40-41)

GREASEPROOF FLOWER

Found in Roots by Alex Haley

BRING PUPPETS INTO SCHOOL

LATE FOR BREAKFAST

Found in Do It ! by Jerry Rubin (pages 84-85)

BARBADOS

Front.




Back.

Found in We Make the Road by Walking by Myles Horton and Paulo Freire

AT THE SEASIDE

Found in Journal of a Wife by Anais Nin (pages 66-67)

ENVELOPES

Found in Healing the Planet by Paul A. Ehrlich and Anne H. Ehrlich.

vegetable curd from okra seed

Found in Underexploited Tropical Plants with Promising Economic Value.

FOUND FORTUNE COOKIE OF THE WEEK

Can't wait.

THE HOLIDAY

Found in The Life of Pi by Yann Martel.

TOYS?

BEAR BEACH (summer 2007)

An oath of desperation stifles tears of bitter rage
The pen nib crawls in spiral scrawls
Across the empty page
Where once a year of inspiration could be written in a day
But what's the point in writing
Now you've nothing more to say

Blyth Power

TURKEY X 2

And gargoyles of human beings hung on the ugly architecture of wobbling lurching bodies coming down fast like dying empires, after the sun is already dead in their eyes.

SJB.

when i throw away what i don't want, it will fall within reach
antonio porchia

Lepisma saccharina

i am the man who
stays in this room
taking pot-shots
from his cowardly battleship
lighting a candle
the darkness retreats
into a hole in my head
webbed with slug trails

i nurture many silverfish
i dance with them
i scoop tasteless food into my mouth
under the blankets
my body curled like a fiddle head
a tight flame
every night i listen for a tap
at my window

i am the man riding
on a crones back
who has no belief in soul or spirit
only in what is horribly real and ordinary

"does it hurt you when i does this"?

TOTAL

Found in Caucasian Chalk Circle by Bertolt Brecht.

Statement by Poison Girls

I denounce the system
that murders my children
I denounce the system
that denies my existence
I curse the system
that makes machines of my children
I reject the system
that makes men of machines
I reject the system
that turns bodies of my own sweet flesh
into monsters of iron and steel and war
And turns the hands of my children
into robot claws
I reject the system
that turns the hearts of my children
Against this earth
I curse the system
That turns the genitals of my children
Into factories of fire and destruction
and rapes our flesh
and tears our womb
this earth our home.

There are no words for us no words
When the fireball
rapes the flesh of the earth
When the fireball
tears the womb of the world
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
When the bullet
rips apart the son and the lover
Lays to waste
the wombwork and the labour
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
The children who can say no
to the lifestealers
Where are they that will
curse the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Rooted in pain
they sell their own flesh
Rooted in pain
they do anything for money
They deal in death
with minds that feed on hate
In fear of life they kill without pity
In fear of love they wound and they rape
In fear of love they rape without pity
Where are they
that will cherish my flesh
Where are they
that will cherish my children
The men that will stand
against the deathdealers
I denounce the system

There are no words for us no words

Only a curse
leaps from my throat
Only a curse
leaps like blood from my throat
To curse the warlords
that lay to waste our labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour
That lay to waste
the wombwork and the labour

That lays to waste
That lays to waste
waste... waste...
waste... waste...
waste