Made in Montreal

All of the ancestors have returned and are living quiet lives in Inner Space.   Choirs will fall silent, money will be thrown...

When did I become a nihilist? I was born this way. Inner Space is a hinterland of cosmic waste; here, everyone is either a nihili...

    Yew Tree Inn, 1 Beardwood, Blackburn, Lancs, owned by my great great grandfather Thomas Parker, 1881   There is no consensus of intellig...

Norval Morrisseau is an artist who interests me; he is a visionary and shamanistic artist.  Other photos: here we are at the new wing of th...

"Miró’s . . . investigation of the world of dreams and the subconscious was made with the desire to approach, to use Herbert Read’s ter...

Exhibit of horses in different poses at the Metropolitan Museum, NYC; sculpted by Edgar Degas, 1884-1917.

Dr. William P. Morrissey, Greenpoint, Brooklyn, NYC Greenpoint “Are we in Greenpoint?” I asked, looking at maps of Brooklyn. Once I look...

4) Bleak House This will always be Bleak House to me, Dickensian in its silence and shame. A place where I retreated to a second floor...

3) Oxford Avenue I arrive at Oxford Avenue where I grew up; at the front door a man’s corpse sits in an upright position, as though h...

Here are some shamanic animals for people living in suburbia, found in Zeller's at Oakridge Mall in Vancouver.

2) Visiting Great Aunt Edna I return to Girouard Avenue to visit Great Aunt Edna, the only one of three elderly sisters still alive and...

The Cedars, 1983 The Journey Home 1) On my Fifty-Second Birthday I have returned, on foot, to the Cedars, the country house where I li...

Recently, on Ireland's RTĒ television, there was a presentation on "holy wells" in that country. A "holy well" is no...

17. I am in a flat with an old friend, who looks the same as she did years ago. There is a young man with long hair, his name is “Morri...