My Daily Fog

Some more of nothing to see

By Victor | Published: January 11, 2023

I tossed a glance across the street, and it bounced back to me Our neighbour took his lights away, removed his Christmas tree nothing left did you hear me nothing left to see

JIMMY BAN’S BOURGEOIS BLUES TAKE 2 I’m angry I’m in pain Why must so much stay the same I’m angry and I’m in pain All I do is try to explain I’m angry I’m in pain I’m not the only one Who suffers when I say I’m angry and I‘m in pain over and over

from “NOTHING TO SEE

By Victor | Published: January 8, 2023

NOTHING TO SEE willowy orthopedist tends to (me) black and white negatives (screen) racked and raised above my caregiver draws my orthopedist’s attention A flash of interest, then goes pro nothing to see there’s nothing to see her gaze swivels to my power wheelchair, as I chronicle my chronicity including depression hears my explanation differently

from “NOTHING TO SEE”

By Victor | Published: January 7, 2023

IT DEPENDS WHAT YOUR DEFINITION OF IT IS It doesn’t matter. Yes it does. No it doesn’t. Yes it does. Why say it doesn’t matter. You know it does matter. So making a longer sentence makes it matter more. No sentences don’t make it matter. Can you imagine a book without it. Oh, like

RESCUE

By Victor | Published: January 4, 2023

PERISHING Billy Graham has one finger in the holy data. The other pointing with authority to the Lord. Only in pictures in magazines does this image jump up And throttle me. Just a little boy with rumours\and a bag full of cliches I forget what comes next. I have forgotten most of what I believed

SECRET LIVES

By Victor | Published: November 5, 2022

RUMINATIONS* luddle luddle luddle my Saturday goes closing my eyes holding my nose luddle luddle ludle my Saturday goes. ~ the more I stand the taller I am backyard neighbours growing weed the more I stand the more I see/d ~ hallucinations our topic for today never quite certain I fall to my knees

ON ABJECTION

By Victor | Published: October 29, 2022

“I am abject, that is mortal and speaking” Powers of Horror, An essay on Abjection, Julia Kristeva, Columbia University Press, New York, 198 “I am abject, that is mortal and speaking”[1] I actually met Julia Kristeva in Toronto the day the Blue Jays won the world series. Her texts, translated in to English, (I know

DIPPING A BUCKET IN COLD WATER

By Victor | Published: October 26, 2022

I have been NO I am writing MANIFESTOS. I like to figure 5 is enough. Remember before capital letters were promoted to uppercase in keeping with the type room and styling type. Never you mind! I am up to five manifestos, would easily seem to be enough. Listem. Breathe, Suffer, Desire, Suffer, and Love. PERSIST

A DOG’S LIFE

By Victor | Published: October 18, 2022

Murray Toews is a hard-working guy, devilishly modest about his talent making images. He is kind, and a good friend. He has some invisible disabilities (oops) and something physical/biological that affects his eyebrows. We met when I was publisher of Rhubarb and he was, first our Visual Arts Editor, then eventually conjuring images for our

NICOLE SHIMONEK

By Victor | Published: July 10, 2022

For most of my adult life, I have wanted to work in my art on topics of pain and disability. I feel the human body is resilient while simultaneously fragile. Participating in Lookshow is an opportunity to make artwork expressing sterile health care facilities. In the sculpture, fabric shashes resonate with hospital bed sheets, scrubs

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