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.