Tuesday, April 19, 2016

You know
I've waited for the Sun
This coast has the most
It comes down in buckets
sheets sometimes
But I wouldn't want to be without it
The trees are so green because of it
It's true, what they say about vitamin D
The scarcity of it here
doesn't bode well for drivers
or exercisers
It's the wiser one who knows
the balance
the dance
the difference between right and wrong
the meaning of a song

Friday, April 15, 2016

Life in general

my art studio

I used to be a sage
of front pages
sitting in the Sun
reciting the exciting dismal news
nobody listened

I drove a piece of shit car
faster than I do now
I had places to go then
more than I do now
Now, it is just a job

Life, I mean
My alarm goes off every day
and I remind myself of the dreams
as I awake and shake the sleep
and run for my life

Humans of Erth


Shit was tough back then

Mom- valium Dad- whiskey Joey-explosive rage Sally- depression


A picture is worth a thousand words

Seen any good movies lately?

Sunday, April 10, 2016

What it Takes

Found in the garden or in the heart
I knew right from the start
the heaviest things in life are real
and they aim to shame
unless you fight against the grey
Find the blue in the sky
and the games you love to play
the days
seem short
but within them are the longest equations
for the passion to be drawn out

keep looking

and you will keep finding

what it takes
to make it.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

The music has always been playing
no matter if I was crashing through the waves
or sitting silently on the ridge of a local peak
It has been the constant in my life
I have a memory of listening to 'King of Pain'
on my little radio that my great grandpa gave me
it was in Coquitlam, circa 1982

Or the first notes of Michael Jackson's 'Beat It' finding their way into
my room and my 9 year old heart and soul
I began to really love music when I was 10. It is a time that stands out
A time that seemed to be stamped with the songs and
the videos of the day
The invention of MTV and Muchmusic were pivotal

When I was 13, I somehow came across a copy of Pink Floyd
Dark Side of the Moon
which was recorded when I was in the womb
and was released the same year I was
I lay in my bed at night, in my room
in the dark
and let the story unfold
and no matter what
those alarm clocks going off always scared the shit out of me

And 14 brought Led Zeppelin
Which was the beginning of the end

Friday, April 1, 2016

Back to BC

Words never leave
enough space
for thinking
carry on they say
keep calm
fuck off
my fire amused you
you had some of your own
and not just for dancing
a kinks song came to me today
just came to me
from where?
the summer of the kinks
always a fond reminder
water towers and flowers
the first graffiti I did
I know it's the past
but I like it
Nobody lived it but us
and me
to say I was there is a privilege
you live on in my lyrics
and my art
the lost decade was fun
being lost with you
when you tried to bribe the police in Calgary
they weren't impressed
Nobody was
except me
we understood each other
2 days later we were in the back of a police car in lake Louise
We were friends with them before the lights were in the rear view
Next thing you know, you talked them into lights and sirens
and 130km/h down the highway
It wasn't like we were criminals
we were nice young men from nice, suburban roots
they knew
there was an understanding
you tried to get up in court with your crutches
the next day
I sat you down, got up and sincerely apologised
the judge didn't care
he had heard a thousand empty apologies
oh well, we paid $100 each and were on our way
back to BC

Group exhibition. Anvil Centre.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Big in New West

Screen grabs


That time I googled how to torrent... 

In Shorkey we trust...

Copyright The Economist/Shutterstock
You left your mark
the lack of lakes and parks
is evident
the rent is high
round here
but it's falling
the nightly news
and twitter rants
keep us all
ill informed
and hell bent
a course of disaster
the tuition is tears
but there's a pub
in which to drown your fears
throwing craze on the way home
you dream of roaming freely again
it's your friends who have grown old
or is it you?
listening to talk radio
and yelling at the ether
and whoever will listen
nobody these days, it seems
Like TV without commercials
you wouldn't recognise it
and you would learn to despise it
and loathe it
like you did
where it all began.
And now it's the oil that decides
and takes us all for a ride
in the dark
with the headlights turned off

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Left breathless and feeling restless
all the while, relentless
apprenticeship of pointless regressions 
A nation and a city tell the tale
the tickets are cheap but the price of fuel is astronomical
like the stars and cars
we are on fire
with our lipstick and low profile tires
reality TV sets the gold standard
at least it's something to talk about around the water cooler
at work
I do like a good beer and a good sunset though
And colours. 
Lots of colours 
I hate the fucking morning commute.

Sunday, February 28, 2016


#Trump2016 in a nutshell. The hate and ignorance has been unleashed in America. The people that say he is only saying what everyone is thinking. Classic Nazi talk. This is how Dictators win over the dumb people. Divide with hate and racist propaganda. I thought we would never return to that kind of dangerous idiocy but it seems like we have.

Buckle up, everybody.

One foggy morning in New West...

Saturday, February 20, 2016

haiku for Assange CBC interview

the cards on the table
phone call all it takes to wither
and the winds change again

#election2016 haiku

election renewal interchangeably changing again
darkness ridiculous television corporation personality
reality distant sponsored events cripple

Saturday, December 26, 2015

A poem for christmas, by Yogiuday

The Moon and Venus, sisters of surrender,
Sit softly above the horizon,
Here, out there, and yet not:
Appearing only in Consciousness.

The Moon’s golden silver sliver rests peacefully.
 Mysterious Venus shines joyfully just two centimetres above
Ready to drop into the lunar bowl of acceptance and peace.

These sisters of love hold hands, sharing luminous threads of tranquillity.
Their sweet reflections of Truth radiate outwards
Cooling the fire of the ego, turning the mind inwards.

“I am here.  Look at me.” they whisper.
Rising and setting like the endless dreams of the mind;
Coming and going till they appear separate no more.

The Moon and Venus, sisters of serenity,
Sit softly above the hills,
Up high, far away, and yet not:
Appearing only in the one Consciousness.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Action Rathore

We met in 1999
It was the time
you said i was eating chicken
and the cats were trying to get it
and i was yelling at them
to get the fuck
outta there
We were in different film schools
Johnny had introduced us
he went to your school
you both shared the intense love of film
that one gets when they go to film school
for all that time you are there
you talk about Aronofsky, Truffault and Coppola
or even Tarantino
but we know, or we knew
that we would make a dent in the wall
those nights spent painting the blue screen on the porch
or the white walls 
of the Brit Skitz Sci-Fi
and of course, the pizza years
and the spawn of the script that never got made

Next thing you know
we both find love!
What. The. Fuck.
Pretty sweet though, huh?
You weren't my official best man, but you kind of were
I wasn't your official best man, but I kinda was
we stayed late the night before, futzing with the lighting
like no others, we set those lights tight
nobody noticed but us

And then came these Little Creatures
And taught us to be teachers

What does it mean to be a Dad instead of a Mom?
It's the gaps that are filled and make one
One side of the equation is equal to the other
One is teaching
One is survival
and the two overlap sometimes
When the music starts to play we all sing along 
and nothing is wrong
or ever could be

We'll just keep doing what we are doing, my friend, I guess
It's been a while
let's keep givin' er.  


Behold! The great and sanctimonious, election time is upon us again! Soldiers fought and died for our right to not pay attention to what is going on with anything other than the Blue Jays. It seems to me that we could build libraries of stupidity and catalog it all for days, weeks, years, maybe forever. The library of Babel already exists, it's in magazines and in ads on bus shelters and even mirrors. 
This time isn't much different from the last, really, it still seems like a bunch of rich-white, out of touch assholes that want to captain the ship right into an Italian coast. And just like the captain, they wouldn't be going down with the ship, they would be the first ones off in the life boat. If they're not hiding in a closet, they are hiding from eggs aimed at the motorcade. 
This election looms near and all we are talking about is a piece of clothing on some woman's face. Truly, this is what we have now been reduced to. You, as a nation, a nation that once stood up on Vimy Ridge and on the beaches of Normandy. 
All of these so-called leaders, standing at their podiums, no answers to questions and a penchant for the theatrical, but only in the most banal way possible, seething with umbrage or outrage or offense. Oh great leader, what could be more powerful than being offended? Some find a foothold in being offended, it gives them their bully pulpit upon which to stand and lambaste and raise their voices and take what you want when nobody is looking. Trouble at the henhouse?
The lifetime politician slurps from the breast all his life and then talks about spending and how it needs to be cut. Smaller government, he says. I suppose he means smaller than him, people who are expendable, others who have deserved less, liberals, perhaps. Those taxing, greedy liberals. 

All I see on television; sex, lies and videotape, it has become a soap opera, blood sport, a fresh, low blow that has dropped us further down the evolutionary scale, a step back to a time when we were less free, a time when we placed restrictions on women's bodies, when children were property and either could be shit kicked by the man of the house if he were drunk and in a bad mood. 
That's the kind of hillbilly bullshit that this country is slipping back to if it isn't careful. We don't need militias of weak, shopping mall buffet eating, camo wearing, Dodge driving xenophobes with AR-15s and a bad relationship with their Dad, making all the decisions up here, okay?

Don't take yer guns to town, son.
Stop letting stupid people run shit.

Get out and vote, Canada, for Christ's sake. October 19th

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

New works by Durko...

"Lose the Flags, Keep the Guns"
29" x 13" x 1.75"
Oil on carved cedar block

"The Love you Make is Equal to the Love you Take"
24" x 24" x 2
Mixed media on carved wood.

"Weathertrafficrime- The Death Knell of the CBC"
26" x 20"
Oil on carved wood.

"Birth Growth Life Death"
23" x 5" x 4.
Oil on carved cedar block.

"And all the King's Men (for Kabul)"
16.5" x 15"
Oil on carved wood.

12.5" x 8.5" x 1"
Oil on carved wood.