Piercing probing is disturbing.
Prove to me I'm not worth knowing.
     Skinny Puppy, 'Sleeping Beast'

There are few things in this world that I believe that I can do well.  I'm not especially smart - just an aptitude for colourful smoke and well-polished mirrors - and Lord knows I'm nothing that resembles athletic, unless the definition of the word ( Read more... )

It has been suggested by superjill that I get up at tonight's poetry slam and present something that I recently wrote here.  With the possible exception of my Ode to a Bunny, I don't really consider the things I write here to be poetry, but if you know SJ, then you know that she is a very talented poet (among other things), so to be told by her that ( Read more... )

Monday, March 29, 2010
7.00 p.m.
Café Deux Soleils, Commercial Drive

No one can know himself,
Detach from his self,
Yet he tries to become every day
What is finally clear from the outside,
What he is and what he was,
What he can and what he may.
     Goethe

Tonight's the first of two Poetry Slam Semi-Final competitions.  Almost two hours to go, and the place ( Read more... )