Ball of Confusion

I picked up a fine Temptations collection: Psychedelic Soul – some of which I have but wanted fresh pressings, as it were. I wanted Ball of Confusion in particular: ‘where the world’s heading nobody knows.’ (A superb collection)


I’ve been catching more news that usual via friends with families & friends in Venezuela, Kiev, Arizona USA, Africa. Places where the news isn’t good, where even the Internet is suppressed (is that possible?) My friend from Venezuela has been told by his family not to come back because he is safer here – it gives them one less worry and some hope at the same time.

My news comes from the people I know who are directly connected, not from the media – media spins so much one never knows which sponsor is being served, but it certainly isn’t the public. As I say in my post ‘The News Is An Unreliable Narrator.’

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It’s as if there was a reality show ‘next top (fill the the PC political term)’ The news jumps from riots in the not so golden streets to gold medals to I’ll buy your gold. It’s a ball of confusion & all I can offer is compassion and when possible hugs and kisses.

sqwhat time does the band come on?

After a reading recently someone said my writing is too insular, that it doesn’t deal with a world picture outside of my own. Didn’t I care about issues like war etc. I thought for a moment & said: there is no poem that will end war but there is a poem that might end someone’s war with themselves and that is enough for me. I’m just a poet not a redeemer. (No, I didn’t say that last sentence but I wish I had.)


February 21, Friday – featuring – Racket at the Rocket: 7 p.m., Red Rocket Cafe, 1364 Danforth Ave.


March 1, Saturday – attending – Toronto SpecFic Colloquium


June 6-8 – attending – Bloody Words

June 23-27 – attending – Manuscript to Book – Loyalist Summer Arts – Belleville, Ont

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August 28-31 – attending – FanExpo Canada



this is the torrent

where for a set time

I throw things against the wall

to see what sticks

to see what drips

what shapes form

as the threads fly flail

fingers find a rapid pulse

to follow

to try and not make sense

to flicker

for little scrap of information

other people’s wonderings

what do men want

love that goatee

why can’t things last

how long will we be trapped by our dream

why do expectations keep us

from seeing what is actually there

when often

what is actually there

surpasses our limited objectives

our self-serving demands

for comfort on demand

for obedience and the willingness to think for oneself

how long how often

and each time

the torrent starts

the same things come up

the same darting furtive


where something equals something

but what that something is

isn’t as clear as we hoped

it leads to the realization

that despite the torrent

the water doesn’t change

the water will always be water

the river flows

and we are all in it

not many outside that envelope

off that page

the human humdrumness

of thrashing around at times

floating serenely at others

slipping over the waterfall

with grace

going over screaming one’s tits off

in desperate fear

hoping somehow

to swallow the river whole

and be safe dry and never ever to get that wet again

which of course isn’t the point of life

isn’t the way of the world

we never get out of the river alive

and we each make our own way down it

the same rocks buffet us all

the worries about the future

what is around that bend


another waterfall

a calm lagoon

why so shallow here

and abruptly so deep there

learning the strokes

the rhythm

and accepting

that each turn is a turn for the better

that each opportunity

to go against some current

makes the stroke stronger

makes the journey a little longer

sharing a stretch

going it alone on others

taking to the weather like ducks

taking to the air like geese

never straying far from the water

from the river

from the oceans lakes

pools ponds streams rios rills

life the river

the tried trite image

dipped in the river for purification

merging with the river

for eternity

wearing the river like a loose wet garment

feeling the flow between the toes

around the calves

around the balls

around our chins

nose just above the water

letting go

letting flow

under the water

the reflection of a millions points of sun

darting and dancing

dangerous and eternal

unavoidable and joyful

take me to the river

lead me to the water

float my briar on the Ganges

dip my heels in the Nile

bring me reeds from the Amazon

link each tributary

back to my heart

where all it started to pump

the little endless blue lines

the river is my blood

the veins the threads

that get pulled apart and

then woven together

the thread of worries and comforts

the wondering of

what do men want from each other

why do people act this way

why can’t they all strip

to the bare essentials and jump

back into the river


jump frolic and forgive

jump in all at once

so the water overflows the banks

to wash the world clean

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