Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Bubby goes to NYC

In New York City
with Flynn
New for him and new for me
I had never before taken the subway with a baby
or more importantly, a stroller
He seemed to like the place
and they all seemed to like him
they smiled and cooed at him as he passed
like a celebrity
at least that is what it felt like
they couldn't resist smiling at him
like a fan couldn't resist an autograph
His eyes were full of sight and his ears of sound
the honking horns and the vendors and the traffic
a symphony a cacophony a treasury
of sound a music to the ears

In all honesty, I am sure he did not know the difference between the subway in Manhattan and the Canada Line Skytrain back home in Vancouver but I like to think he was like, "this subway ridin' is the shit, Dad", or "this is the shit, this whole subway thing."
He won't remember being there, but we remember him being there.
He fit right in.

Ah, Facebook...

Monday, September 22, 2014


the trouble with art...

I once was stopped at the U.S. Border and reprimanded for bringing my art across without the proper documentation. I mean, here I was, some schmuck, taking his art down to Seattle to show in some shitty little gallery and I was stuck at the border because I didn't have the right documentation to bring the paintings that I had painted, back into my own country. I was supposed to have a little receipt that the U.S. border guards had given me 3 months prior, when I had taken the paintings down there. I had forgot the receipt and that presented a real problem. Undocumented art. you cannot just have art out there, floating around, without the proper paperwork to go with it. Oh, Canada...

Newest Works by Durko

Get Your Filthy Hands Off my Oil (for the re-starting of the Cold War)

Indian Arm


Heart Shaped Box

The sound of science is getting hard to hear
the rain falls on the roof loudly and makes it impossible to hear
the radio is all we have and yet nothing
the new now is the new normal and we don't want it
the filtered songs and air flow freely 
all the birds are locked up with the sunshine
the flowers and the opinions seem to find enough light to grow, though
it is all a show put on by us for us
we all want to see it and then we turn away when we don't agree with it
or at least we pretend to
all the headlines in the world could never get my point across
like a fog that never lifts, I show up again
at the perfect time to make everyone uncomfortable, yet loveable
at the same time
it could be St Valentines every day
if I had my say
It would be flowers every day

and chocolates
in a heart shaped box
 when you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose...


                            oh, Che.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Teacher's Strike

schools out
for a long time
young adults, adolescents
struggle to understand
the meaning behind the wall
that has been erected
between us and them
full of rage and set ablaze
set upon us, who let them sink
all they wanted was to swim
and the beginning of their end
marked by strife
that will be the story of their life
the place that was sacred
now a battle ground
where youth and virtue
have been given the guillotine
of fair wages versus corporations
why should they have the audacity of hope
when all those who lead
fall down and then cry at the microphone
tears are the new black


The society that doesn't value education is destined to need more police and courts and jails.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Stephen Fry

"There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily) tell anyone who will listen that they don’t have an academic turn of mind, or that they aren’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a good memory, and yet can recite hundreds of pop lyrics and reel off any amount of information about footballers. Why? Because they are interested in those things. They are curious. If you are hungry for food, you are prepared to hunt high and low for it. If you are hungry for information it is the same. Information is all around us, now more than ever before in human history. You barely have to stir or incommode yourself to find things out. The only reason people do not know much is because they do not care to know. They are incurious. Incuriosity is the oddest and most foolish failing there is."

Stephen Fry, The Fry Chronicles

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Mount Polley tailings pond breach in Supernatural BC, the best place on Earth

And a scant week later, the government tells the residents that live just downstream of this, that the water is safe to drink. I say we make all the BCLiberal MLAs drink the water. Assholes.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

New Works by Durke


Ministry of Oil


Best Place on Earth

the City with Words as Weapons

Tree of Life

Pier park

#ferguson #policebrutality #policestate

Robin Williams 1951-2014

Man, you fuckers all talk about depression and at least many of you say you'll never understand which is true because the number of people that suffer from depression is a smaller percentage than you might think. The rest of the so-called depressed are just assholes.
The death of Robin Williams is upsetting and all the more heartbreaking because my best friend killed himself, in much the same way.
First, with the slow burn of addiction, then going out in a violent blaze of self inflicted glory. My best friend always told me that if he were to kill himself, he would take some deserving fuckers with him. So I am disappointed he didn't do that. There are a few out there amongst you right now that are lucky to be alive.

Depression is the new black. Everybody is talking about but yet, they aren't. Like, they are not TRULY talking about it. And people are just encouraged to carry on, keep working, keep it together, as their world becomes absolutely unmanageable. The difference between Robin Williams and my best friend is that I never met Robin Williams.

And the drugs, legal or not, they are candy for the addled and addicted, soothing the voice that tries to rob you of all your fun at personality gunpoint. Of course, it never works and you just fall deeper into the abyss, sometimes taking years, a lifetime, for others it doesn't take as long.
Mental illness of any kind does have a stigma, people don't know how to act around you and they don't know how to help you in any way and even if they did, the depressed person probably doesn't want the help, which is the nature of the depression.

The whole thing is shit and brings up a lot of sadness that I thought was long gone. I think it has something to do with power. When someone seems a bigger force, they don't seem as vulnerable, somehow, so when they take their own lives, it is shocking and shakes those that knew him, to the core. In the case of Robin Williams, we all felt we knew him, we grew up with his movies and his humour.  And it seems ill fitting for someone with such strength of character and judgement, to take their own lives. I have often heard people describe suicide as weak or selfish. People that say that haven't the faintest fucking idea about depression or what it can do to a person after years of battling it. Every time it re-surfaces it becomes more powerful, more destructive and the fight tires you out.

It is odd because I had prepared some writing to commemorate the 5th anniversary my friend's death and then I thought I had belaboured it enough, having written so much about him over the years. And the dates are really just a human number on a calendar and have nothing to do with spirit.

It is a struggle for those left behind but it is time for people to understand, that for the people that committed suicide, life was unbearable. It is not a selfish or hateful thing but rather a tragic, lonely and desperate thing. Do not judge those that chose this path, it is the only path they thought was available.

The fact that some of the most successful people in the World and some of the most marginalised members of society commit suicide because of depression, should teach us all a little about depression. As a disease, it is very egalitarian.

We will miss you Robin Williams.