MAN

Went to Vancouver for the week-end, found this in a copy of Out of Place- A Memoir by Edward Said, that I bought at Trout Lake Community Centre flea market.

THE MODEL

Found photograph.

THE CHESS GAME

Found photo.

GEOLOGY 101

A found slide.

IMPRESS PEOPLE

DOG'S BIRTHDAY

BEAUTY

Found in a used copy of 'Marquis de Sade: Letters from Prison'

THE NUDES

These were found at Value Village in a copy of 'Rules for Radicals: A Pragmatic Primer for Realistic Radicals' by Saul D. Alinsky (Thanks P. for passing them on to me)

HANDFULL OF COOKIES

THE IMITATOR ASCENDS

READING

reading

my friend is reading Hopi Survival Kit
I'm re-reading Crime and Punishment

I hope the moon
behind the clouds
can give me
strength tonight
words heavy on my mind
my jacket
is a screaming face
I sleep only with
my own smell

IT LEAPS FROM THE TREE

PABLO NERUDA- THE BOOK OF QUESTIONS

Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta
a quien le pregunto la hora?

If I have died and don't know it
of whom do I ask the time?

LOVE CULT

Found this in Vancouver last week-end, it was on a strip on negatives I picked up while walking down commercial drive.

Have you ever had one of those
cold terrifying moments
the kind that leaves the palms of your hands dry
when all your thoughts topple in on you
so you have to breath in slowly
to stop yourself from fainting
because the realization that you may never
be able to love anybody
has entered your mind
ALONE......scream a thousand tired nerves

You see a 100 long stem roses wilt and die
in the gardens of new born hearts
You see confetti burst into flames
in the dancing hands of page boys
turning to powdered ash the body of St. Valentine

Spelt Berry Loaves

PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD

I found this the other day down town, it was taped to one of those estate agent magazine vending stand things.

MENDS ON RETURN

Here's one for the librarians.

WHAT'S YOUR 1920's GANGSTER NAME?

If I was put in a time machine and sent back to 1920's Chicago, "Sheets" Hallway would be my gangster name, it has a certain menacing banality, that would strike fear and confusion into the hearts of my enemies.

TUXEDO & FISHFOOD

Pablo Neruda- The Book of Questions

Donde dejo la luna llena
su saco nocturno de harina?

Where did the full moon leave
its sack of flour?