Sunday, April 21, 2013

before the love...



 "In the silence he hears an answer coming.
From far away.  A kind of coarse child's voice.
It rises, a bellowing from the hill.


A roar of mingled notes.
A long-hoarse trumpet from the Iron Age.
Perhaps from inside himself."*


[*last two verses from "Downpour over the Interior" by Tomas TRANSTROMER, 1966...translated from the swedish by Robin Fulton, 1972]


Sunday, April 14, 2013

springwall


immutable stillness leaning on a century...
                 emotive veils of fading jade tears...
                                come spring, this pale spring, to shanghai alley...

Friday, April 5, 2013

up china creek yo...



yo mama's house?...here bitch yo...


the Vancouver Parks Board has since replaced the missing "i" and the halfed "e" but did not see fit to remove the scratched in letters above the "Ch" that makes it into an archaic racial epithet, thereby perpetuating and perhaps also condoning the handiwork of racist oINKers...


yo bitch, listen to "china creek" by half chinese from their album we were pretending to be...hear bitch yo...
and on various youtube vids...

[more shit on China Creek Skate Park here...yo...]