A poem
quick bit
I never posted just floating in drafts,
lost all the others to the fire,
2 big rubbermaids full of ’em.

There were chronicles of loss, exploration, listening, cooking, trauma and healing, and writing notebooks kept since I was 12. Was readying myself to read, rework, archive, share and burn. Check.

The “stone deep” metaphor was sure on my mind the night of the fire.

He snugs up then
drops stone deep
to our riverbed

swims up otter waking
my care twelve hours later


Lou and Laurie

Any excuse to enjoy a little Laurie. My main motivation is testing out embedding video when posting by email for the EGP Daily Creates guests on the to the quick. Lou and Laurie have been in my heart this past week, of course.

It was grade 9, in Steph’s room, a shrine to Doctor Who for the most part. She played me Lou Reed “I want to be black” and this one. I met Lou and Laurie the same day, years and years (and years) before they joined creative and life forces. How cool is that?

For your mourning pleasure, I highly recommend heading over and just typing “Lou Reed” into the search. A zillion tributes will pop up.

Unist’ot’en Action Camp

Direct action camp led by Unist’ot’en and Grassroots Wet’suwet’en people and allies to stop pipelines through their land.

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The 4th annual Unist’ot’en Action Camp is coming up July 10-14th and will likely be the largest ever.

In their report on last year’s action camp, draws connections between the camp and its opposition to the PTP pipeline, the Tarsands, and industrial extraction more generally.  They discuss the Wet’suwet’en’s recovery of the free prior informed consent and other traditions and responsibilities, and the importance of direct action.

Also, check out this article about the Unist’ot’en Camp in Earth First!

In it, Crow Qu’appelle writes:

The support from allies across the country during the November 27th day of action, Raising Resistance, proved that grassroots networks working together can equal or surpass the efforts of large NGO coalitions. Having money but often lacking base support, the NGO model has shown itself capable of mobilizing, and often wasting, large amounts of resources towards sensationalist one-off actions, and incapable, or uninterested, of developing…

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Dream from Turtle Island

Thomas King on not being raised within the Cherokee Nation, from The essential, inconvenient book for all Canadians, an interview by Taiaike Alfred. (An interview with Prof. Alfred from the CBC’s wonderful 8th Fire.)

I just carry myself and the culture and everything else that I have been able to pull together around with me like a turtle does.

A brief note to my myself that I want to read Thomas King’s latest and am looking forward to Taiaike Alfred’s in-progress memoir on Mohawk ironworkers.

The quote stirred up an image of my long ago turtle island dream, the one where I stood on a white sand, Caribean blue beach and watched the horizon swim toward me, a turtle the size of a continent. I wonder if I was a little turtle in the dream, ready to jump on with my culture and everything else I was able to pull together.

海龟岛 Turtle Islands
Thanks Tianyake for sharing the photo.

Guerilla Cultural Repair

See the cool things you can do if you know how to repair stuff?

For a year from September 2005, under the nose of the Panthéon’s unsuspecting security officials, a group of intrepid “illegal restorers” set up a secret workshop and lounge in a cavity under the building’s famous dome. Under the supervision of group member Jean-Baptiste Viot, a professional clockmaker, they pieced apart and repaired the antique clock that had been left to rust in the building since the 1960s. Only when their clandestine revamp of the elaborate timepiece had been completed did they reveal themselves.

“When we had finished the repairs, we had a big debate on whether we should let the Panthéon’s officials know or not,” said Lazar Klausmann, a spokesperson for the Untergunther. “We decided to tell them in the end so that they would know to wind the clock up so it would still work.

The Guardian via Bryan on Twitter

Suddenly I imagine a course with a veteran clock-maker as part of the Sustainable Living Arts School curricula. A little bit folk school, a little bit Ruckus Society.

It’s cultural bad news day

Tony Wilson, founder of Factory records who brought us Joy Division and so much else has died. It’s hard not to mourn what’s became of the late, great Toronto radio station CFNY at the same time. They brought Manchester to the darkest heart of Scarborough in the early 80’s when I was a devoted listener.

And John from Cincinnati has been cancelled just as it was showing signs of loosening up and having some fun. The soliloquies started rolling and the Shakespearean echoes that elevated Deadwood again were sounding. It may never have taken off but I wanted to watch again each week and would have gladly tuned in for another season.