Tuesday, January 07, 2014

Merry Hypocrites

So there was this young married couple with child in tow visiting Vancouver at Christmas. Infant child became seriously ill. Young couple arrived at the Emergency ward at St Paul’s Hospital. Mother, back at home in the B.C. interior, discovered to her dismay the circumstance of her son and daughter-in-law and grandchild. The parents were spending Christmas Eve in the emergency ward waiting on news of their infant. Mother, poverty stricken, made every possible effort phoning restaurateurs, to get her family a pizza or dinner delivered to them. All she got was NO. Too busy.  


I would be very interested to publish the names of every restaurant owner who snubbed her. Merry Christmas you pricks.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

The Movement of a Righteous Teacher


He didn’t talk or yawp. 

He spoke. 

His words created Life. 


He didn’t fumble about. 

He walked with grace as he was Grace. 





He didn’t fret with his hands.

His animated fingers were instruments of Creation. 


He didn’t giggle.

He laughed with abandon and utmost Joy.


He didn’t hesitate.

He behaved with Continuity.


He didn’t creep up on his environment.

He was the Holy environment, all of it.


He didn’t compete in conversation.

He attempted to share his secrets for all to know his Bliss. 


He didn’t squirm in fear.

He was Love which vanquishes fear.


He didn’t wince at a surprising sound.

He was the trumpet of all sounds.


He wasn’t bedazzled by the stars and the heavens.

He was their mystic turning and their music.


He didn’t meander aimlessly.

His every footfall a stamp of Beauty,

Unearthing ragged mountains, and provoking windstorms.


He didn’t dwell on the mundane.

His eyes pierced the veils of Mystery and enchanted more.


He did weep privately.

For His children deaf and blind,

Remained indifferent to His majesty. 



Wednesday, November 27, 2013

That Wondrous Stuff


Sometimes we just let magic be magic... that wondrous stuff through which every day we move.

It becomes clearer, more ordinary with every charitable act.

As in forgiveness.

Which oddly, requires no energy.




Every experience we have every day; every light and sound we see and hear (all those colours of both); every bad thought we don’t enact; every thoughtful word we speak to a stranger is what makes our life and our death mask a thing of beauty.

KNOWING = PEACE

Wednesday, November 13, 2013


An Oil Transport Resolution?

Dear Editor:

Re Transporting Oil

All this fuss about oil transport, safety, environmental concerns, job creation etc etc can be rather easily resolved. Taking the Northern Gateway Pipeline as an example: Build the structure so as not to interfere with animal migrations or the growth of pristine habitats. With our super-science and technology today, surely we can do this, barring greedy corner-cutting. Then ship the ‘liquid gold’ in tankers HALF THE SIZE, thus almost absolutely eliminating the real threat – the dreaded oil spill. This possible resolution depends wholly on the oil companies to cooperate and stop overloading ludicrously long tankers and trying to shove them through a tangle of gulf islands and unpredictable seas.  

Advice to a Young Man

Hello young man,

Seldom have I met someone so young whose wit is so acute. Add to that, you’re a sight for sore eyes and some bell is ringing somewhere tolling: “This man is going to succeed!” But alas, bells can be off key. Depends on the ringer. That would be you. 

So I understand you’re taking a year off the schooling business to perhaps examine your options. Probably a wise choice. “Probably” because if you squander this year, it makes you vulnerable to that insidious disease, TV-itis.  That machine with its lights flickering constantly and people on a relentless screen showcasing an act of an act is a serious threat to a good young mind. It’s OK to remove that pacifier before a weird kind of sluggishness creeps in.

So allow me to make a couple of suggestions: take some time to read, perhaps study other languages (French and Spanish?), or cultures; read or pick up a pen and learn better your own language as you script your observations. Daily? Read about nutrition and the thrilling happenings in science; even the old farts are immensely enjoying their doctorates in genetics, physics, medical research and so many more avenues of light. They’re on a frontier and they know it.

Youth and beauty, through which you are just beginning to bloom now, are enchanting not only to others but even to yourself. The difference between a man and a flower is of course, free will. You can actually manage your own beauty and grow into a wise youth. And in that there is tangible pleasure. As your life takes on meaning, perhaps after all your schooling, you may notice how deeply satisfying it can be.

I urge you to use this year profitably… not just monetarily but more importantly intellectually. A man cannot enjoy a spiritual body of any worth leading to a secret continuity of pleasure if he hasn’t developed his intellectual muscles.

Yes, I have a few ideas about how you might make the most of your year off (assuming you intend to return to school which I totally and unreservedly support).

Perhaps a few words from you as to what you want to do with your life in that money-making department might help me give you at least advice that is pertinent.

A career in the creative world is full of twists and turns and tribulations and a horde of egomaniacs, all deluding themselves about the value of celebrity. But that is not to say that such careers wouldn’t be gratifying and potentially very lucrative. (I have two books in the library, another on the way, and I am still faced with ‘making a living.’ Now there’s a term I abhor: Life is given. Only the personality of the infinite can make a life.)

I’ll share in more detail the few ideas I have for you that might be helpful in the event you find anything here of interest. Whatever you decide and whenever, I do wish you well.     

Monday, November 11, 2013

My Hallowed Weeny Experience

Quite at the last hour before the festivities around Gastown, I got the impulse to go out. I had the brilliant idea that I would take a big brown paper bag, illustrate it with my coloured inks and pencils and make it into a mask. Well try finding a big brown paper bag these days. Used to be everywhere at all grocers etc. So I went home, now even more determined, and used 8 sheets of white paper out of my printer and began my Mickyangelello effort. By the time I was finished I had a tight fitting gruesome thing over my head and the closest I can come to describing it is to compare it to Heath Ledger's Joker in Batman. All raggedy and bloody-faced. I completed this look by wearing my Peruvian jacket zipped right up to the mask and crowned it all with my fedora. Off I skulked to the Blarney Stone where they don't charge me the ticket fee nor allow me to wait in line (my dancing is still appreciated).

When asked what was I? I started by answering "A bedbug" and swept my right palm down my left sleeve and asked in return, "Would you like to dance?" Well that wasn't working out too well, so my later reply was "A Bug" and then I got some dance action while having to re-jig my mask so the eye slits would realign themselves to my eyeballs; and eventually through my more dishevelled eye-slits managed to skulk home again with a few hilarious Boo! memories.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Open Letter to Stan Lee

What fun it was to find the nearest store within a mile and for 12 cents find your next books... Spider-man, Dr Strange, Daredevil etc... I had my own gang leaping across the fences in those days.

Why after all these years of my enjoyment of your words and Steve’s Ditko’s artistry (Spider-Man and Dr Strange, Daredevil etc) did Steve leave you?

How is Steve?

I hope he is well-compensated despite your troubles with Sony.

You always use to give us these comic book readers the straight goods.

‘Nuff said.


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

HARPER'S CASKET



At last. Our P.M.'s office has been exposed. 

Harper's Duffygate works for me. 

Finally, our mortician has found his own casket.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Hello Vancouver. Is anybody home?

Our American friends visiting us are staggered by creepy attitudes and hours of service in this squeaky, pretentious town called Vancouver… named after a brave man.

Who gets their newspaper before two pm? Why is the beer store closed at six?

When you want service with a scowl, go to the most boring Chinatown in the world (right here) or visit your local post office.

And by the way, try the sidewalks these days. The youngin’s think you’re invisible. They walk through you with their stretch-doggie leashes. And you can always depend on skateboarders to roar up your ass. Or get an involuntary pedicure by aggressive hit-and-runners. They paid their way here and don't give a crap about Canadians (my family coming here from the mid 1700's.)

Oh, did I miss something? Read both newspapers written by the same hacks.



Friday, October 04, 2013

DEATH BED FANTASIES


Open letter to anyone to whom I am guilty of writing:

My words about life are meant to be a titch of advice about your philosophy and theology. That's what I contemplate. Not always Your Life.  

Everybody's O.K. to be a philosopher; O.K. to be a theologian; not O.K. to realize on one's deathbed that they got the theology wrong.

Each of us has a private relationship to the personality of the infinite. Sure beats withering with TV violence and politics (the eternal sea of Maya).

The last image I want playing in mind is that after all, I had no idea. 

I hope they clean the sheets.

Your body is your friend telling you methinks the same.

Dear Reader:

STAYING UNDISTRACTED:


Uh, that subject was meant to be a titch of advice about your philosophy and theology. That's what I was thinking about. Not Yours; everybody's. O.K. to be a philosopher; O.K. to be a theologian: not O.K. to realize on one's deathbed that they got the theology wrong.

Each of is has a private relationship to the personality of the infinite. Sure beats withering with TV violence and politics (the eternal sea of Maya).

The last image I want playing in mind is that after all, I had no idea. 

I hope they clean the sheets.

Your body is your friend telling you methinks the same.

Monday, September 09, 2013

The birds are there to free us from our thinking... and expose the grandeur of heaven.

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Stonewall the Putinistas
Just one question for union leaders, port managers, liquor store owners, bar and restaurant owners around our quivering globe: is this weekend not an auspicious time to finally close the door on homophobic hatefulness? How? End all movement of all Russian products. Period. Stonewall the Putinistas. You know - those real men who lay out the glittering red carpet in the palace of the King of Communism after jailing our gay athletes. 

Friday, July 26, 2013

FOR:
gaybratbieber.com
AKA:
tom jones and liberace.


Throw more panties!

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

Brutal Interference

USELESS, BRUTAL INTERFERENCE

During a personal milestone in any individual's life, birth and death for example, it is a time for absolute peace. But the brutal common media does not respect this… unless of course it’s about the cameraman or the commentator’s personal life. Then perhaps (not likely for long) might they appreciate the need for absolute privacy. With all of this celebrity sucking, don’t count on it. This deep snooping will not abate.

Let Mandela, Prince Phillip and others of good note pass away on a quiet note, you morons among the common media. Consider. Consider your own relationships to the personality of the infinite and then consider how would YOU like it if everybody stuck a camera and microphone in your face during your last moment of prayer… you bloody morons. 

Sunday, June 16, 2013

We are the words we hear. We are the words we speak. Speaking is a way of sustaining mental health. Agree or not to agree doesn't matter. Engage and allow your humanity to be engaged. Eventually you may discover peace through words of grace.

Saturday, June 08, 2013

Finding a Family

After 40 years someone in my immediate family found a broom and found me. About which I, as a great uncle, uncle, brother etc, am pleased.

Saturday, June 01, 2013

Close the zoos.

They are not the healthy environment for any animal. Send the animals back to their familes, their natural territories. Let elephants prance with their cousins. Let the tigers find their prey.

Open more museums and science centres for children and the rest of us to understand the globe we live on. Punishing animals for our minor entertainment and little edification is worse than inhumane.