public mri: free and a 6 month wait
private mri: $650 and a one week wait

welcome to two tier health care.

Sometimes the world is too complex, and mournful--so instead of the freedom of verse libre, there is a need to return to sonnets and villanelles and sestinas, and sometimes those formalist, constrained, quiet verses do better talking about sex, love, death, desire then any of the barabaric yawps.

there was bishop, and her one art. there was auden and his angloirish sadness. there was macniece, and larkin and mcdiamand.

they are all dead, but we had gunn, we had gunn to take us through the aids crisis, and gunn to take us through queer liberation and gunn to guide us through all sorts of other compelxities.

hes dead now, my darling thomas, who taught me how to love men.

The Man W. Night Sweats
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue,
Sweat, and a clinging sheet.

My flesh was its own shield:
Where it was gashed, it healed.

I grew as I explored
The body I could trust
Even while I adored
The risk that made robust,

A world of wonders in
Each challenge to the skin.

I cannot but be sorry
The given shield was cracked,
My mind reduced to hurry,
My flesh reduced and wrecked.

I have to change the bed,
But catch myself instead

Stopped upright where I am
Hugging my body to me
As if to shield it from
The pains that will go through me,

As if hands were enough
To hold an avalanche off.

Singer is a generous critic. In discussing Bush's reverence for life, evidenced in his opposition to stem cell research, he constructs the most plausible arguments possible against the sacrifice of unwanted embryos, to demonstrate convincingly how unsustainable they are. But he can hardly help observing that Bush's ''culture of life'' cohabits jarringly with his enthusiasm for capital punishment and readiness to inflict civilian casualties in Afghanistan and Iraq. Singer is led, on issue after issue, to a double conclusion: Bush's views are not intellectually defensible, and his behavior shows he doesn't believe in them anyway.

On Peter Singers new book re:Bushes ethics, NYT, last sunday

tyne daly at the reproductive rights march in washington, that happened this weekend.

the thing w. abortion is that it is in danger, the republicans want to ammend it out for one, and as much as i have a problem w. the idea, i think it should be safe and legal... there are other things these women are fighting about, they are fighting so that sex ed can be taught in schools, that power is not concentrated in the hands of men, that rape victims are protected, that condoms are given to prevent hiv and pregnacy, so that girls can be taught as well as boys, that girls can play football and volleyball and all those other things...and when up to 1/4 of women are being raped in the air force academy in col. to use one example...(its not only rape, women make 75 cents to the dollar, there are less execuctives, less professors...feminism has done a lot, but it has not done enough, and this march 1 000 000 people yelling that they will not be sent back, they will not be destroyed, they will not have the progress of their foremothers taken away from them...there is power there.

as much as im an asshole to sean, and i have been, im still worried about him

so instead of the arresting thing, i told him to go to a meeting. he spent the trip on the way to the meeting telling me how and why he hated me, and then pat/i wandered around cromdale, the skeeziest section of edmonton, for an hour, we took sean home, and when i asked him what was wrong w. sean he wouldnt answer...pat then bought me a sandwhich at tim hortons and we talked about how exhausting i was to people.

(sean says that i have a sense of entitlement, that i am a hypocrite, that im lazy, that i use aspies as an excuse)

walking to the meeting, we passed the joesph and the angels bookstore, i said that it was a good idea to have that kind of store in the neighbourhood, and sean said cause being poor is a sin ?

(before that i hung out w. dom, jacko,brad,adriane, alan, shea, austin, orion and other folks at the world water park, great fun there)

i am having sean arrested

(he kept yelling the answers to my trivial pursuit questions too)

bad night at work, and before that, my room mate got into a muderous frenzy, wanted to bash me up, after he got drunk, he bit pat, who has never done anything to anyone, and foamed at the mouth and it took 4 guys to hold him down., and i had all these guests, and we were having low key fun, and he was so loud, and he ruined it, and i got short, and he yelled these things...called me a hypocrite, called me a fag, called me dull, called me a post modernist, called me a theorist, and just general obscenity.

its like when i was 7, and i trashed my room--i remember there being a trigger, but i remember it being out of porption (sp)

(maybe

so all of these people dying in iraq, i am kind of scared at how little symptahty (sp) i have.

as far as i see it, they signed on (for whatever reason), and never thought they would have to do anything...soilders die, and these soilders died not b/c they were drafted but because they thot there was some honour in another jingoistic colonial excercise.

it was a natural consquence of their action.

more phillips

god pressing
interferring

a black cat
round midnite

there
but not there

because i've asked,
he shows me his mercy-
a complicated arrangement
of holes and hooks
hooks, buckles. What else do you think mercy looked like
he says and demonstrating , he straps it on and takes it off

carl phillips on god.

kiss machine came today...
they illustrated my poem, but its in there.

chris and i talked about this font for a good five minutes, it reminds me of the shots that i took of the library/town hall in white court.

the cold formalism , the elegance, the pure structal power.

For the topping
1/2 stick (1/4 cup) unsalted butter, melted
2/3 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
3 cups 1-inch chunks fresh pineapple (about 1 pineapple)


For the cake
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons double-acting baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 stick (1/2 cup) unsalted butter, softened
2/3 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla
3/4 cup milk


whipped cream or vanilla ice cream as an accompaniment

Braised Red Cabbage
1 medium red cabbage, (about 2 pounds)
2 tablespoons butter
1/4 cup water
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
1 apple
1/4 cup red currant jelly
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon caraway seeds, optional
1/4 cup raisins, optional
Quarter the cabbage; cut away the core, then slice quarters crosswise about 1/8" thick. Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-low heat. Add cabbage, water and vinegar. Cover and cook for about 15 to 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.
Add the apple slices, currant jelly, salt, and caraway seeds or raisins if used. Stir well; heat uncovered about 2 more minutes.
Serves 8.

signage, crosses and related religous imagery, railroad bridges, hotel lobbies, bryans crotch, lawn gnomes, garabage dumpsters, falling apart houses, bushes,

things i took photos of in whitecourt

rainy mcmaster, epic text adventures, mural size and ambigous/elegant.



dont know why the image isnt working, ill talk to rainy and get back to you lot.