The first few hours of the year 2020 are dressed with finely sifted snow. No hollering or screeching of tires, just the old trees rumbling peacefully in Gage Park. Some fireworks to the northwest begin at 11:55 and continue for fifteen minutes. I sense a breathing out in the world, like a photographer does, after … More The Queen suggests…
Just a hint of snow. The occasional fat flake visible against the still leafy tree, in slow dance downward. I watch, mesmerized as if my back window has become a television, the floating white stuff a metaphor, a plot device in the opening credits that whisper a coming change. There are things I am pleased … More where might this tunnel lead
The taste of anxiety on my tongue over the Canadian election has been an undeniable distraction. How can there be so many voting humans in this immense and beautiful country who deny the urgency of climate change? I’ve been watching the polls, stuck in bafflement, for weeks now. EVERYONE I speak to on the street … More Come on, Canada.
My list of Canadian election complaints reads like the slow, bewildering spread of a very bad virus. I can’t and won’t publish it here, since I have the strongest feeling that vitriol just plays into the hands of the bully boys in blue and their henchmen. Instead, I will adult. Never have I been more … More The bully boys want my vitriol
One of the life skills required of me as an artist & performer is good facility at writing my own bio, in 50 words, 100, 500. I’ve come to understand that this is important and useful to everyone concerned, since I’m the only one who knows everything about where I’ve been, how I got here, … More 50 word bio
Pick yourself up off the floor, sweetheart, and go figure out what success means to you now. Way you go now, that’s it. The drama’s just a distraction you made up to keep you down there, so drop it. Get up, and get going. Something has happened; my starting point has shifted. No, it’s more … More Disruption
Today the breeze is playful and cool, pushes me out of bed, teases me out of my sluggishness – it was a long night of paying attention to good friendship, while L was in surgery. My liver was talking all night long. It went well, Kate writes, he is resting now. I’m in first coffee … More Morning
Lightning: it is wise not to make a target of yourself. Enlightenment: what you feel as you walk away, unharmed, if you successfully apply this to any dangerous situation. My Manifesto, then, as informed by the following list of encounters, ideas and experiences, as far as I can name them in the moment: J.F. Martel, … More Hamilton Residency 10: Manifesto.