I don’t even have that hip anymore


Ignore the icky headline and go right to the quote in David Macfarlane’s column in the Literary Review. 

What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow

David Mcfarlane made me laugh in his piece in the Literary Review of Canada I recieved today.  You can find the jokes yourself, but the best information in the column is [“Because]not wanting to look like an asshole plays a vastly underated role in what men choose to wear every day of their lives. For some it’s the only standard applied.” [1]

He refers to Kafka too, but Ovid says it best. That’s why memoirs, autobiographies are so hard to write mostly settling for the writer of the tale to be changed by the end, leaving the notion the pudding has set. Time for bed.

LOOK: Pieces of My Mind/My Body in Parts posits the notion that identity is constructed, reconstructed, deconstructed, reassambled with the hammering never finished. I’ve asked twelve Winnipeg artists to come as close to my work as they wish and create a new piece of art for a disability art instalation opening in Winnipeg on September 29 in the OUTPUT venue. The artists are Ken Gregory, Grace Nickel, Murray Toews, Andrea van Wichert, Leigh Konyk, Lief Norman, Nicole Shimonek, Leanne Zacharias, Chris “Mama” Bauer, Lora van Loewen and Jim Van Dusxen. 


It’s a way, I told someone, I can say 12 things at once and save time. Speak through others. Hmm sketchy. Really though pieces of my mind   sluice ideas, fragments, bible bits, ear-worms, Cohen verses, at a speed that makes my head spin. So for a few weeks my friends will make   it stop. Please, don’t pass me by. Come look at what we have to show you. There will  be merch, but  right now, you can help me not look like an ass by  donating $100.00 which will also give you entry to my own website and back pages. I also sometimes include a poem of the day in my thank you.

[1] That’s the real reason Steven Jobs wore the same clothes everyday, saving time for the really big decision was a well wrought cover.       Mostly he was a nerd not  wanting to look like an asshole. 

For more information please feel free to check out www.lookshow.ca .


The psychoanalytic tradition is broadly divided between those (like Fairbairn and Winnicott) who saw the child as initially innocent, but liable to lose its innocence under the impact of stress or psychological trauma; and those (like Freud and Klein) who see the child as developing innocence – maturing into it – as a result of surmounting the Oedipus complex and/or the depressive position.[7]

More eclectically, Eric Berne saw the Child ego state, and its vocabulary, as reflecting three different possibilities: the cliches of conformity; the obscenities of revolt; and “the sweet phrases of charming innocence”.[8] In a rather different formulation, Christopher Bollas used the term ‘Violent Innocence’ to describe a fixed and obdurate refusal to acknowledge the existence of an alternative viewpoint[9] – something akin to what he calls “the fascist construction, the outcome is to empty the mind of all opposition”.[10]

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