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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Memorial For Our Brothers and Sisters At Potters Fields


If the people who are panhandling , or sleeping on subway grates, or wandering on public transit near you are inconvenient, meaningless, depressing and not fully people for you to relate to while they are alive...maybe in death their lives will become real?

Today was Chicago's 24th Annual Memorial Service for Indigent Persons buried in Potters Fields. Most major cities have annual memorial services for the lost homeless who are often buried by civil servants from municipal offices. If you don't want to pay respects to a homeless person by getting to know them, volunteering, or giving them money or food...consider going to their funeral service.



Gerald Blake Hankerson represented the Islamic community and gave a very good reading. I asked each of the speakers if they were going to post their work online, because they gave very moving eulogies and memorials. Mr. Hankerson said he would try next week.

From left to right, Keynote Address by Rev. Dr. Martha L. Scott, at The Euclid Avenue Methodist Church, Satchitananda Dasa (from Temple in Rogers Park)...I surprised him and his wife, in photo, by sharing some Sanskrit with them, knowing his name means "truth consciousness and bliss" translated to English.

Above is a photo of soloist Henry Pleas. He sang two songs and his voice is absolutely incredible. He sings at The Euclid Avenue United Methodist Church, in Oak Park.

I went with Jim and James from the Francescan Outreach Program.

The Memorial had many good speakers, and I was pretty much a wreck during Rev Martha Scott's speech. She listed some statistics among her thoughts...that 1/10th of the lost were Veterans, one third had been incarcerated at least once during their life, that homeless die about 20 years younger than the general average age of population, 1/10th had AIDS and/or Hepatitus, and there are over 600,000 homeless in the States.

In the United States, during the late 1970s, the deinstitutionalisation of patients from state psychiatric hospitals was a precipitating factor which seeded the homeless population, especially in urban areas such as New York City.
The Community Mental Health Act of 1963 was a pre-disposing factor in setting the stage for homelessness in the United States. Long term psychiatric patients were released from state hospitals into Single Room Occupancies and sent to community health centers for treatment and follow-up. It never quite worked out properly and this population largely was found living in the streets soon thereafter with no sustainable support system.


In 1980 federal dollars accounted for 22% of big city budgets, but by 1989 the same such aid composed only 6% of urban revenue (part of a larger 60% decrease in federal spending to support local governments). It is largely (although not exclusively) in these urban areas that homelessness became widespread and reached unprecedented numbers. Critics of President Ronald Reagan identify several main policy shifts as fundamental in the sharp rise of homelessness.
Most notable were cuts to federal low-income housing programs. In his first year of office, President Reagan halved the budget for public housing and Section 8 (the government's housing voucher subsidization program). Between the years of 1980 and 1989 HUD's budget authority was reduced from $74 billion to $19 billion. Such changes resulted in an inadequate supply of affordable housing to meet the growing demand of low-income populations. In 1970 there were 300,000 more low-cost rental units (6.5 million) than low-income renter households (6.2 million). By 1985 the number of low-cost units had fallen to 5.6 million, and the number of low-income renter households had grown to 8.9 million, a disparity of 3.3 million units
The 1980s also saw a continuing trend of deinstitutionalizing mental-health hospitals. It is believed that a large percentage of these released patients ended up in the homeless system.

The McKinney-Vento Act paved the way for service providers in the coming years. During the 1990s homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and other supportive services sprouted up in cities and towns across the nation. However, despite these efforts and the dramatic economic growth marked by this decade, homeless numbers remained stubbornly high. It became increasingly apparent that simply providing services to alleviate the symptoms of homelessness (i.e. shelter beds, hot meals, psychiatric counseling, etc.), although needed, were not successful at solving the root causes of homelessness. However, critics claim that Bill Clinton's 1996 welfare reforms increased the number of families entering homelessness. At any rate, policies set into motion in the 1980s were never adequately reversed during the Bush Senior or Clinton administrations; conditions, therefore, remained ripe for becoming homeless.


A READING OF THE NAMES was the foundation of today's annual memorial for Chicago's Indigent persons who had passed away this past year. Some of these people were Known only by God. If you click on the images below you will be able to read their names. How many homeless people in your town or neighborourhood do you know of their names? Why not go outside today and ask someone homeless their name? and give them a smile and a dollar. Make some sandwiches and take them to your main street and give them to a homeless person?

A reporter interviewed us briefly and he asked me "It was so depressing, is there any sense of hope?"

And I said, "You can't legislate people to become interested in each other, you can't force it. Hopefully, if every person had a shift in their spirit or philosophy and just helped one other person then maybe...but it has to be a personal journey and response. Hope isn't found in religion or politics, the only hope I see for any of this life is a personal response within our minds and philosophies."



Tuesday, July 31, 2007

IRAQ VET. HUNGRY AND HOMELESS. PLEASE HELP.


A homeless veteran lies on a bed at New Directions, a private nonprofit residential and substance-abuse program for homeless veterans in Los Angeles Already, nearly 200,000 veterans—many from the Vietnam War—sleep on the streets every night, according to the Department of Veterans Affairs.In 2004 the homeless vet count hit 500,000.

How far does the $4 billion "homeless budget" go for the 500,000 homeless vets? Not including the other 254,000 estimated homeless? I'm terrible at math...is that a hundred bucks each?

I read the following article in Harper's a couple of years ago...and it's haunted me since...and Cappy's recent post reminded me of it again....

Yet the story of this war cannot be told solely in the count of its dead. Some 12,500 American G.I.s (note: this figure is over 30,000 today) have been wounded in Iraq. Eight soldiers have been wounded for every one killed, about double the rate in Korea, Vietnam, and the Gulf War. The percentage of soldiers who have undergone amputations is twice that of any of our past military conflicts; nearly a quarter of all the wounded suffer from traumatic head injuries, far more than in our other recent wars. These are soldiers who have survived Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs) and car bombs, who are living with mangled limbs, eye injuries, and brain damage. The true legacy of this war will be seen not in the memorials to those lost forever but in the cabinets of files in the neurosurgical and orthopedic wards at Washington's Walter Reed Army Medical Center, in the backlog of cases at Veterans Affairs.

The hidden economic costs of the war in Iraq will not be found in the immediate treatment of the wounded or in increases to military death benefits. As expensive or labor-intensive as these might be, the largest monetary costs will involve the long-term care of thousands of severely and irrevocably damaged veterans; and these costs will only increase as the years pass. We are going to have to care and pay for a very large number of patients with what are, in any honest prognosis, lifelong disabilities. The price tag will be staggering. An above-the-knee computerized limb prosthesis--made of graphite and titanium, and battery powered with a microprocessor built in to better control movement--costs $ 50,000. A below-the-knee prosthesis is priced at between $ 10,000 and $ 20,000, and then there's the constant attention and ongoing readjustments needed to keep the prosthesis operational. The three types of upper-extremity prostheses offered by the military range in price from $ 5,000 to $ 100,000; patients are given one of each, in order to use them in different situations. In the past two years, there have been numerous multiple amputees who have needed double and triple prostheses.

Ultimately, if the Bush Administration continues its refusal to accept the realities of this conflict, the most enduring images of the Iraq war will be the sight of legless and addled beggars on our street corners holding cardboard signs that read: IRAQ VET. HUNGRY AND HOMELESS. PLEASE HELP.
Harper's, August 12th, 2005

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Monday, December 28, 2009

Ribs Anonymous

My name is Candy and I love ribs. I actually have eaten more ribs than Stagg on our trip. Stagg and I landed up taking the Memphis trolly all the time. One of the rides Stagg told the driver we were doing an intense science research project on ribs. The driver made sure we knew where to try more ribs. We did. We weren't going to go to Neeley's because we wanted to try other bbq...but when we told one of the women behind the desk at the hotel we weren't going to neeleys and we told her where we were going instead...she said "personally, I find __________ nasty." And we said we thought Neeley's was too far away. She said "You can take the trolley." Done and done. Out of all the ribs we ate...and we even had ribs at our hotel bar on the 24th instead of going out because it was pouring rain and we had spent the day outside at Graceland...Neeleys had the best ribs. Plus, the best cole slaw I've ever eaten and I eat a lot of cole slaw. (the ribs we had at the hotel bar ere excellent too!)

We are eating salad for supper for the next two months.

When I went on my yoghurt oddessy in Memphis I mentioned I tool the public transit. During my bus ride I landed up talking to the fellow sitting next to me. He turned out to be bartender who worked on Beale Street so I said we would come and see him at work later that evening. On the way home I took a taxi because it was pouring rain and I thought I had been gone hours and Stagg would be freaked out. The taxi driver gave me a couple of places to check out for ribs. It was about a half hour taxi ride and when we got closer to downtown a green van tried to turn right in front of us but the taxi driver honked, paused, and the guy in the gree van just slowly and then quickly saw we were cautious so he gunned his motor and pulled out in front of us to make his illlegal and dangerous turn. A black SUV on our right smashed into him. Immediately...a woman with the most pained face jumped out of the drivers seat. I opened my door and jumped out...looking for traffic to see if she was okay...and she opened up her back seat and pulled a baby in a car seat out of the car.

This poor woman. Only a parent would have moved this quickly. I was so shocked that she had gotten out of her exploded airbag. I'm sure she popped it with her fingernails. She was crying and I held her around her shoulders and then I touched her hair trying to calm her. Her baby was about two months old and he looked very angry and was staring at her. I said the baby is is okay. You're going to be okay. She said, "I'm so scared". She was so utterly frightened but then a bunch of other cars and drivers stopped and she was saying she had to call her husband. It happened so fast and with such violence and I will never forget how she jumped out of the car and grabbed her baby still in it's car seat. We left her with several good people helping her and the taxi driver and I just got back on the road and started breaking down the events. So much happened on the trip to get some groceries and my yoghurt that I forgot to tell Stagg about the accident until later that night over supper.

The rain was just crazy for a couple of days. On the 24th someone in the hotel brought us a gift basket. It had t-shirts and candy bars and cookies and a beautiful hotel holiday card. What a thrill. I was wondering what it would be like to be not at home and just in a hotel for the winter holidays and it turned out to be a wonderful experience. The city was extremely quiet and the few people we encountered were all cheery and wishing each other a merry Christmas. It was quite fun, surreal and lovely. On the 25th we woke up to a beautiful sunny cold day.WE spent a couple hours in the swimming pool and hot tub and talked to a family who just arrived at the hotel. They had been to Graceland the day before same as us and had come to memphis from Detroit because of the St. Jude's hospital. The hospital helps very sick kids and their son was going to be treated there. He and his sisters had been to Graceland and now were playing in the pool and having snacks and lots of fun. Another pause for Stagg and I. Really makes you think ya know? We could see the St. Judes hospital outside the windows of the swimming pool.

When we went down to Beale Street the city had come alive on the 25th. We took the trolley, which I had really become quite a nerd about. I saw similar trolley's in Knoxville while researching real locations that the novel Suttree incorporated a couple of years ago. What a treat that Memphis uses these reconditioned trolleys for public transit and they look the same as when they were first designed. All kinds oof people were out on Beale Street and the cafes and bars were seeing a lively business. We went for a bite and to watch a band at BB Kings spot. The food was good, the service slow but the bandNite Life was killer. Some of the songs that they played "Don't Go Messing With The Kid" by Junior Wells, "The Thrill Is Gone" by BB King, "Red House" by Jimi Hendrix, "Brick House" by The Commodores.

We were building up our energy for a late show across the street with Rhoney G. who is a performing artist with his own original work but his band also performs all the great R&B, hip hop, pop music of the last twenty years. Rhoney G and his band were fantastic and some of the classic R&B tradition they covered were "Party Like A Rock Star" by Dem Fraanchise Boys, "Hey Yeah" by Outkast, "Black Street" by Dr. Dre, "What's Your Fantasy" by Ludacris and "Pop Life" by Prince.

Memphis has so many people living outside. We talked to a lot of the guys living and trying to make contact with tourists and residents in downtown Memphis and things are tough. There seems to be a very interesting relationship between some of the businesses and some of the folks who live outside. At a number of bars and restaurants there were guys holding open doors or drinking bottomless coffees. It would be a good work to study the unwritten relationship between any businesses and the people who live outside. Some kind of unofficial arrangment and economic partnership is going on but it's not totally obvious. Sometimes it's that a fellow is just opening doors to clubs maybe hoping for a dollar.

We saw a lot of potential for jobs in Memphis. Over by Neeley's at least several blocks of sidewalks needed replacing. Like most cities, Memphis could hire 50-100 people to clean up sidewalks. All the roads across America could be mended. New high speed rail lines laid...bridges...there are so many ideas for work that could be organized right now. It is bs that jobs aren't be organized right now.

Statement from Mayor A C Wharton, Dec. 9, 2009:

“Given the recent shift in temperatures, finding a humane, responsible, proactive way to meet the needs of our city’s homeless population has obviously become a major priority. Starting this week, Colonel Billy Garrett of the Memphis Police Department and his officers will be working to connect individuals and families in need with local service providers who can help them. This is a new, above-and-beyond collaboration with the Hospitality Hub and other service providers to make sure that we are accommodating and helping as many homeless individuals as possible. My staff is working with the Memphis Police Department and local service providers to ensure we remain coordinated in our efforts to help the homeless.

“I want to assure every citizen and every concerned party that homeless individuals are in no way going to be targets of a ‘sweep’ or a ‘round-up.’ There will be no ‘crack down’ on homeless people, as some have claimed. Any action that is being taken by the Memphis Police Department will be protective, proactive, and humane. I will tolerate nothing less."

I visited Beale Street a long time ago when all the storefronts were shut and shabby. Now the music is being preserved by artists like Rhoney G. and Beale Street is a homey fun place to hang out. Why do people have to lose all sense of compassion with each other unless we label people a "historic significance"? Human life is historically significant and making our cities tidy and giving people jobs to work outside could change everything in a city. Any city anywhere.

Write your civil servants and remind them you pay their wages.

Stagg gives some of these as job creation: 1.) more booklets and maps that homeless could distribute of local art galleries and museums 2.) street sign fixing 3.) fix sidewalks 4) fix roads 5.) fire plug and hydrant painting and street curb painting 6.) more snow pick and shoveling 7.) more garbage pick up and recycling 8.) more public transit action NO MORE STUDIES-MORE TRAINS 9.) more creative decoration with murals, tiles by professional artists, 10.) more public seating and tables for people to sit outside

If you think of some jobs then write your civil servants...they work for you and you pay them their wages.

We were hanging out in downtown so much that we actually were saying hi to regular people every day. It kind of felt like we lived in Memphis for a week...doormen and waiters were calling or waving out to us on the street. We saw some of the same guys who lived in the parks over and over. We really saw a llot of layers of the city and it turned out to be an awesome way to spend the holiday season. I'm going to think about the people we met for a long time. Stagg and I want to give some kind of donation to St. Jude's Hospital for kids. WE want to do something for homeless people somehow. We just hope to get something going in the near future. Sharing and giving and being able to work with people is the best blessing ever!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Great News!!!

You all know I work in Wicker Park at a dinner service. I've posted pictures of some of the place I work and people I've worked with here (click on the yellow text to see the Amazing smiles of some of the folks I've met over the years.

A lot of you know I've also had a dream to have an art workshop for people who live outside.

Usually when I get to work I cook food and then wash dishes. Last night, when I got to the kitchen, Father Manny was there. Father Manny is my boss (and you know who his boss is) and I hadn't seen him in ages and he gave me a huge hug. He is the coolest person and I wish I was half as cool as him. Anyways last night I was put on hot chocolate duty. It was different because it was front of the house with the clients and it was a lot of fun. I had brought a huge bag with me last night, and I was glad to see Father Manny because this bag of stuff was for a different area of the building. I had brought a bunch of art supplies. I tell Father Manny this and ask where should I put them or if I can go right up to the art room area? He's like keep them in kitchen storeroom for now. (thats another wild job I've done there, completely sort and clean the store rooms and walk in fridges. Whole foods donates a ton of food for the kitchen).

Later during service I ask Father Manny about the art room and where the person running it is..he tells me quite a crazy tale and that the person has been awol. I blurt out..."I'll do it". AND "I'll also get art stores and manufacturers to give us supplies. I've already called some of them!, I can start tomorrow!"

He was surprised, but then he bounced back and said "alright. We'll talk on the phone tomorrow". Then, he said, "the area for art is filled with winter clothing donations". I kind of droop and then he says "You can use the chapel!"

So then I go back to focus on the clients who are piling through the door and get some hot chocolates rolling. I am so excited I kind of get tears choking up. My mind begins to race with all the things I've wanted to get going for such a workshop.

If you've ever visited or worked in a place that serves people who live outside, you might have seen art rooms or facilities. I've seen a lot of these places but most people don't think of art making when they think of shelters or facilities for the homeless. The major trend has been art therapy. (which is not the same as practicing art) I used to work at a literacy program in Toronto for street kids. My duties were basically to archive the books. There was an art room but in these situations there are few supplies and often amateur grade materials, and rarely stretched canvas. I've always wanted to get professional grade supplies and have comprehensive workshops available in such a situation. I am all for small works on paper, and brief art activities but often this format is due to lack of supplies, rather than a decision on the part of the homeless artist. It' s one thing that I may work with recycled materials and found things...but part of art making is deciding what to use and what not to use. I believe in making stretched canvas as available as recycled paper because even choosing materials is part of the process. On some level, only having paper and pastels and few paints available is suggesting no one takes the work seriously enough to invest in options. One of my pet peeves is the adage "beggars can't be choosers". I say why the heck not? The adage is for poor people, not people of means. Too many people use that adage as an excuse not to dig deep into their own pockets or energy.

I am so excited I was spazzing with Stagg last night. My daughter was texting me asking what I was gonna do. On the way home on the bus my mind was racing with all kinds of ideas. Even to get disposable cameras so participants could build up their own image bank, to get individual sketch books donated for participants to journal, sketch and keep...for recording ideas for work. We could also do a video workshop in the spring, if anyone has interest in filming or scripts and ideas!


I've already got some ready stretched canvases, rolls of drawing paper, brushes, some acrylic paints, all kinds of collage material and I'm making image books and collecting art history books, contemporary art magazines...and really the possibilities are endless. These are just some meager beginning ideas.

When you have people who want to practice art and make things and have an area with all kinds of resources from found objects to professional grade materials there aren't any limits! And most people who need to make things from their imagination already have a ton of ideas...in this situation they just need supplies and space! Plus, if any one wants to learn classical techniques, I can teach them.

Now that I have the go-ahead...I am so stoked. I will still work supper hour in the kitchen , as this art workshop would be in the daytime. Usually, "art programs" are once a week for a couple of hours. The problem with "programs" are that they are based on low level assumptions and stereotypes. One of the reasons my approach is different is because with enough art supplies and materials we could have a set up two or more times a week. The idea that art is hobby rather than a critical language in images has created elitism and a big business in "art therapy". The evidence of this cultural collapse with image-making is most obvious in the lack of the money and time we give art in schools and in homeless shelters.

I hope even a small step leads to more learning and more making...




Related Links:

-If It Feels Good
-Handmade Houses

Thursday, January 15, 2009

-25 Celcius...Soup Weather


Above photo is the fixins for Butternut Squash soup. Super easy...once you ge the bloody rind off. Peeling a raw squash is a crazy chore. I used to always broil squash then make it into soup, but I've found out that more butternut flavour goes into the soup if you cut it raw, into little cubes, then saute the squash. About 20 minutes. Then saute onions and celery separately, then combine. Add chicken stock. Simmer for an hour. YUM! (you see that knife...no not the blue one, the stainless steel Global knife. I bought that a few years ago inspired by the novel Stanley Park set in Vancouver about a chef)

A few blogger friends are changing their eating habits to lose weight. I think a serving of soup every day is a satisfying meal for weight loss...as is a small portion of organic legumes. I love homemade hummus with celery sticks. Good source of protein, crunchiness (to replace potato chips while watching tv?) and vitamins and fiber.

It's insanely cold. There is ice and frost INSIDE our windows tonight. I went out today...had to...wanted to make some split pea soup and organic Boston baked beans for Stagg. The house smells great because te spiit pea soup is simmering. I used three cups of champagne, 2 cups water, tons of garlic, thyme, marjoram, onions and celery and 2 cups water to make the split pea soup...with some amazing organic ham cut into classic cubes. I've also got more acorn squash roasting beside the baked beans. I used three beans...kidney, black and butter with molasses, garlic, mustard, beer, tomatoes, balsamic vinegar...all really good ingredients and organic.

Stanley ParkFrom Publishers Weekly
What's local in a world that is becoming one global monoculture? That's the question confronting Jeremy Papier, the Vancouver chef at the center of Taylor's comic debut novel. Jeremy divides chefs into two types: the transnational Crips, who mix, say, Chilean farm-bred salmon and kimchi, without compunction; and Bloods, who are purists, stubbornly local in their food choices. Along with his friend Jules Capelli, another Blood, Jeremy runs the Monkey's Paw Bistro, making meals from mostly local ingredients for local foodies. Storm clouds lie on the horizon, however. Jeremy is deep in debt. To get by, he scams some $2,000 with the aid of Benny, a customer-turned-girlfriend. The scam backfires, and Jeremy has to turn to Dante Beale, an old family friend and the owner of a national chain of coffee houses, for money. Dante redesigns the bistro, turning it into a potential Crip palace. Jules is fired. Jeremy, under contract, remains. Turning for solace to his father, an anthropologist whose major project is living with the homeless in Stanley Park, Jeremy is reluctantly drawn into his father's work and the investigation of a decades-old mystery involving two children killed in the park. Along the way, he becomes fascinated by cooking for the homeless, and the joys of preparing squirrel, raccoon and starlings carry him into a glorious prank, which he plays at the opening of Beale's redesigned bistro. Taylor has written a sort of cook's version of the anti-WTO protests, striking a heartfelt and entertaining blow against conformity.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Boise And Beyond


A lot of you don't know this, but I had done some contract work for the CBC Newsworld during the 90's. It was some of the most fun working I've ever had and a time period very dear to my heart. Some of the footage and research I did was used and some of it wasn't which is fairly typical of the situation...but always rewarding for me. I was attending a friends wedding in Vegas and the CBC asked me to look into "alternative" lifestyles in Vegas...real people off the strip kind of idea. So I had filmed a lot of interviews with locals who were in the tattoo industry or second hand clothing industry, star gasses for ufos, landscapers and construction workers etc etc. As a side project I thought I would offer the CBC a visit to Area 51. Now this wasnt before X Files so I was a little going as a long time interest in conspiracy theory and X-Files fan...( story didn't get used actually). I had been looking for this so~called UFO experiment way back on another road trip with friends in the early 80s. Maybe growing up west coast and for directory a mum who believed in alien visitations I was a little ahead of the tome once the 90s it got so widespread. I hadn't found this sign (if it even existed in the 80s I wonder?) but I did some work and figured out how to get to Area 51...and I spent a day out there taking pictures and filming. I saw a lot of military aircraft and tinted windowed security vans and the odd freak and student out looking for ufos.

So we leave Las Vegas a few days ago...and we are heading to Boise Idaho because I have spent a fair bit of time in "the west" but Stagg hasn't. He hasnt been to Wy. or Montannna or Idaho...so I figure we can get to Boise. And we're driving and things look familiar from the route the gps has given me and dagnabbit if we don't come right up to the turn off to Area 51. I couldn't believe it! I actually had taken a still photo of my friend jumping in front of this very sign. when I can I will cross reference that for you when I get my picture albulms from Toronto some day. I just was flumoxed to see this sign again I never figured I'd be out this way again. Of course...the ufo secret study research location is not here but another couple hours away...but still...to see this funny sign again really threw me.





So my photo taking has become sort of erratic the past week. No logic. I didn't take one picture of Boise Idaho and it is a very clean friendly pretty town. Stagg is always going to have some funny stories to tell about the place. The best place to be homeless in United States. The homeless people we saw were dressed way better than us and people were talking to them, joking with them, they looked healthy and well fed. We stayed ina hostel (long story) and went out for cocktails and walked around the downtown then went a pub for supper. It was delicious...gourmet upscale mac and cheese. Everything seems upscale in Boise. It might be the Denmark of America. Denmark being one of the happiest places to live on earth (Blue Zone Theory). And I just simply didn't think of taking pics. I've been there a number of times and the evening just flew by. We got up pretty early the next morning and headed to Portland. Stagg has also never been to the Pacific Northwest...and we thought we would stay in Seattle but I wasn't able to drive that long...felt pretty tired and realized that Portland is like the new Barcelona so we should check it out, heh heh. So the following pics are from Portland in no particular order. We found a pub and Stagg got some local brews to sip, I had a vidka tonic. We had an amazing upgraded hotel...just awesome...and we could cook dinner there and so we did and just watched a bunch of tv into the late night. We had visited an outstanding old school record shop, Powells, some outdoor sculpture etc etc.









Wednesday, July 13, 2016

LOOKING FOR LANDLORDS





An interview with Arturo V. Bendixen from The Center For Housing And Health in Chicago requesting landlords to rent housing to homeless people.

Why consider being a landlord who offers to rent an apartment to the homeless?

-guaranteed rent 

-case manager always available to help the client

-a way to give serve the community the community

-house people who are now living in tents

If you are a landlord and want to see our community and help people living outside, please call 
Arturo Bendixen

Center for Housing & Health

312-922-2322

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Thursday Thirteen

Find out about Thursday Thirteen here.

13 Poems I love...(I know, I know, nobody feels like reading poetry anymore...)

1)Emily dickinson
Frequently the wood are pink
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be
And the Earth they tell me
On its Axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!


2)Sonnet #57 by Shakespeare
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I,my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
where you may be, or yours affairs suppose,
But like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.


3)Shine Perishing Repulic by Robinson Jeffers
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and deca-
dence; and home to the mother.

You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stub-
bornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thick-
ening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there
are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught--they say--
God, when he walked on earth.

4)The Riots by Charles Bukowski

I've watched this city burn twice
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
aftermath
proclaiming the wrongs of
the system
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
poor.

nothing was corrected last
time.
nothing will be corrected this
time.

the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
so.
the homeless will remain
homeless

and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
very well.

5)Two Kinds of Hell by Bukowski

6)September Song by Geoffrey Hill

born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42

Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
or passed over at the proper time.

As estimated, you died. Things marched,
sufficient, to that end.
Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented
terror, so many routine cries.

(I have made
an elegy for myself it
is true)

September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

This is plenty. This is more than enough.

7)Hurt Hawks by Robinson Jeffers
I

The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder,
The wing trails like a banner in defeat,

No more to use the sky forever but live with famine
And pain a few days: cat nor coyote
Will shorten the week of waiting for death, there is game without talons.

He stands under the oak-bush and waits
The lame feet of salvation; at night he remembers freedom
And flies in a dream, the dawns ruin it.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
The curs of the day come and torment him
At distance, no one but death the redeemer will humble that head,

The intrepid readiness, the terrible eyes.
The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those
That ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.

You do not know him, you communal people, or you have forgotten him;
Intemperate and savage, the hawk remembers him;
Beautiful and wild, the hawks, and men that are dying, remember him.

II

I'd sooner, except the penalties, kill a man than a hawk;
but the great redtail
Had nothing left but unable misery
From the bone too shattered for mending, the wing that trailed under his talons when he moved.

We had fed him six weeks, I gave him freedom,
He wandered over the foreland hill and returned in the evening, asking for death,
Not like a beggar, still eyed with the old
Implacable arrogance.

I gave him the lead gift in the twilight.
What fell was relaxed, Owl-downy, soft feminine feathers; but what
Soared: the fierce rush: the night-herons by the flooded river cried fear at its rising
Before it was quite unsheathed from reality.

8)Three Deer One Coyote Running In The Snow by Gary Snyder
First three deer bounding
and then coyote streaks right after
tail flat out

I stand dumb a while two seconds
blankly black-and-white of trees and snow

Coyote's back!
good coat, fluffy tail,
sees me: quickly gone.


Later:
I walk through where they ran

to study how that news all got put down.
9)No Matter, Never Mind by Gary Snyder
The Father is the Void
The Wife Waves

Their child is Matter.

Matter makes it with his mother
And their child is Life,
a daughter.

The Daughter is the Great Mother
Who, with her father/brother Matter
as her lover,

Gives birth to the Mind.

10)Between Going and Staying by Octavio Paz

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.



11)Emily dickinson

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I ’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

12)Civilization by Gary Snyder

Those are the people who do complicated things.

they'll grab us by the thousands
and put us to work.

World's going to hell, with all these
villages and trails.
Wild duck flocks aren't
what they used to be.
Aurochs grow rare.

Fetch me my feathers and amber

*

A small cricket
on the typescript page of
"Kyoto born in spring song"
grooms himself
in time with The Well-Tempered Clavier.
I quit typing and watch him through a glass.
How well articulated! How neat!

Nobody understands the ANIMAL KINGDOM.

*

When creeks are full
The poems flow
When creeks are down
We heap stones.

13)You by Borges

In all the world, one man has been born, one man has died.
To insist otherwise is nothing more than statistics, an impossible extension.
No less impossible than bracketing the smell of rain with your dream of two nights ago.
That man is Ulysses, Abel, Cain, the first to make constellations of the stars, to
build the first pyramid, the mans who contrived the hexagrams of the Book of
Changes, the smith who engraved runes on the sword of Hengist, Einar
Tambelskelver the archer, Luis de Léon, the bookseller who fathered Samuel
Johnson, Voltaire’s gardener, Darwin aboard the Beagle, a Jew in the death
chamber, and in time, you and I.
One man alone has died at Troy, at Metaurus, at Hastings, at Austerlits, at Trafalgar,
at Gettysburg.
One man alone has died in hospitals, in boats, in painful solitude, in the rooms of
habit and of love.
One man alone has looked on the enormity of dawn,
One man alone has felt on his tongue the fresh quenching of water, the flavour of
Fruit and of flesh,
I speak of the unique, the single man, he who is always alone.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Community Outreach May Have Inspired Chicago Mayor To Take Similar Action



I sent Mayor Emanuel two emails . See above one I wrote him 3 days ago about an independently produced PSA plea for landlords to rent to unhoused persons in Chicago. Yesterday the Mayor sent out a letter to landlords. I'd like to believe I kicked his butt a little to take some action.


An interview with Arturo V. Bendixen from The Center For Housing And Health in Chicago requesting citizens to rent housing to homeless people. 

Why consider being a landlord who offers to rent an apartment to the homeless?

-guaranteed rent 

-case manager always available to help the client

-a way to serve the community

-house people who are now living in tents

If you are a landlord, or want to become a landlord, and want to serve our community and help people living outside, please call 
Arturo v. Bendixen

Center for Housing & Health

312-922-2322

Thursday, May 25, 2006

American Idol Meets Fight Club

Let the healing begin...

"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this is useless fine print and another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.......Tyler" (seen for a few seconds at beginning of dvd version of Fight Club)


The first rule of American Idol if you are cool is don't tell anyone you watch American Idol.

I however, am not as cool as I'd like to think I am. I watch American Idol. Hate the singing style most of the time. I don't like trained voices, prefer natural sounding rock singers. Among my top favourite singers of all time are Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Bono, Roger Daltrey, Chrissie Hynde so I have been very delighted with Taylor Hicks. Been secretly watching the whole thing. Don't tell my cool friends.

American Idol can teach us how to practice world peace. How to practice non-violent conflict resolution. American Idol can make us all better.

As much as Kennedy's murder was a heartbreak for a nation, so too were the messy tragic deaths of Judy Garland and Elvis Presley. Thay may not have been assasinated, but they could not live either. The culture that adored them and worshiped them also killed them. Drug abuse, obesity, loneliness, dysfunctional love lives, families and despair mirrored our societies failures for many of our population and do so still today.

Eventually, this is how I knew either Hicks or McPhee would win. Art heals. Sports is the marriage of art and war and competition brought us the reincarnation, or revival if you prefer, of Elivs and Garland. McPhee does a beautiful version of Over The Rainbow but the mass appeal and adoration of Elvis would probably seal the votes for Taylor Hicks who sang In The Ghetto beautifully. And vote people did, over 63 million votes counted by the worlds largest voting system. Will we use this system in the future to monitor behaviour in the middle east? In Darfur?

The homage and spiritual rebirth of Garland and Elvis moved some audience to tears. Closure. Life really does go on. We can feel like we were there and if old enough or nostaligic enough an opportunity for release and renewal watching Hicks sing about the ghetto. Not the ghetto of rappers and drive by shootings, but Elivs's ghetto. The one Elvis believed could be saved one little child at a time. But...yet, the reason I was so moved by Hicks version is because of my music, Ice T, NWA, Tupac, Biggie, Eminem and laying it down against Elvis' era. Hicks version may be gentrified, but so is resolution, so is world peace. Tompkins Square Park in NYC is no where near the park I'd walk past after dancing all night at Area or Danceteria. Back then Tompins Square Park was a shanty town, where my date bought me flowers picked by one of the "residents" from the public park flowerbeds.

I don't like gentrification or homogenization. I don't like globalization.

But I do like people sharing their personalities and diversities. And I loved seeing kids and the elderly moving freely in the sunshine in Tompkins Square Parks makeover.

I like tolerance, but even better I like curiousity and genuine compassion which make the legalization of tolerance pale.

American Idol demonstrates how we can have it all. We can love our brother and sister, compete and allow our individual beliefs to shine and share.

During this season Chris Daughtry was accused of performing LIVE's rendition of Johnny Cash's “I Walk the Line” and not giving his inspiration creds. Some LIVE fans fumed. One week later Daughtry acknowledged it was not his own rendition adding that LIVE was one of his favorite bands.

Last night the band Live performed with Chris Daughtry. High fived, hugged and sang their hearts out.

American Idol understands that music poetry and nostalgia heal the wounds that life and ego inflicts. Non-violent conflict resolution is a facet of good sportsmanship.

Katherine McPhee looked tired and distracted when the camera wasn't on her. It's as if she knew wasn't going to win, but she kept at it. She gave it her very best. Her fading energy was overcome despite her intuition that she was not the winner. I think she knew and yet she still came out fighting. I appreciated her more last night for that attitude than all season.

What ever happened to the residents of Tomkins Square Park? We could learn a lot about different ways of living by studying and visiting with the people who live outside. Why do they choose outside over shelters? What kind of an economy do they make a living with? How can we apply this economy into our way of life and help them be more comfortable in the city?

If life is a game who are you? A sore loser or a good sport?

Urban centres are always trying to clean up their rough neighbourhoods. But if we can't help our richest most talented citizens like Garland and Presley how do we help people with less options? I suggest they are the ones who can help us.

I think Guy Kawasaki and I should be working on these urban issues of rough neighbourhoods and people who live outside. I suggest he and I work on saving the women in the DRC. I am gonna kick his ass at technorati, and then get to him to use his genius and marketing skills to help me find new ways for all our citizens of the world to get along and live well.

In some small way, Whitney Houston made an appearance last night on Ameican Idol. I don't know if the rumours are true about her suffering from drug use, loneliness but her cousin performed last night, and made me think also of Whitney, Garland and Elvis. Dionne Warwick was awesome, I knew she would be because I saw her sing on Oprah's Legends Ball the day before. Warwick performed with Burt Baccarat and the evening could have been complete with that for me.

I began to cry when Prince came on stage. You're kidding, Prince on American Idol?

I couldn't believe it. Ryan Seacrest deserves boons for his deadpan delivery saying well thats it folks, now for the winner...he had me sucked in a ready for a verdict and then Prince walks on stage.

You see this is healing at it's most lovely. The oft censored Prince on American Idol. We can all be friends.

Even Coca-cola was brillaint with it's co-opting of war...take sides? Coke take sides? No Coke created a whole new dimension. It's motto in ads last night "The Coke side of life."

If we don't take sides does that mean we're on the fence? No, it means we can enter another dimension. Compassion, tolerance, and particpation are the noble heights of assimilation and gentrification.

Somehow American Idol was wild and got cool. It mixed nostaligia and cutting edge and it worked. Like the Ford commercial it gave me pause. Ford produced a commercial with Hicks and McPhee going to a drive-in watching the other contestants perform on the drive-in screen. Do I think people should park their cars? Yes, let's reject this lifestyle of driving everywhere, move downtown and take public transit for gods sake people!

But...maybe cars have a small value where they could be rented for pleasure trips like to the drive-in theatre or to visit grandma out of town. Maybe, Candy, cars are too powerful to give up completely, but less driving may put the pressure on car manufacturers to utilize alternative power? So drivers, come up with a way to force inventive environmental dynamic cars. Put your car in the garage for week, all of you. The leaders and manufactuers will HEAR YOU! You are the leader.

Yes, American Idol got cool last night, from Mary J. Blige, and McPhee and Meatloaf singing beautifully together to Prince dancing like an angel.

Meatloaf and Ed Kowalczyk from the band Live were both in Fight Club. Live's original name was First Aid. Instead of censoring artists like Prince, or hiding our homeless or avoiding Darfur...maybe we should be incorporating these extremes into our problem solving. Maybe our culture's first aid treatments and healing should be incorporated into answers. We should hire the homeless to work in our streets. We should invest in the women in the DRC so they can buy their own army and create a business to sell us stuff. I don't know the answers to help people live well but I believe the answers are in the tragedies. Fight Club was cool, counterculture, challenging and controversial. In many ways we must fight amonst ourselves to really be alive. Let's take that conflict and talk violently about peace. Can we reject the tepid action of our leaders by taking action ourselves and seeking the answers by casting the counterculture and wallflowers as our stars? Like American Idol succeeds and assimilates? This should not be a surprise though. After all the old Micky Rooney and Judy Garland films had the conflict and the solution? How did Mickey and Judy save the day? "Let's Put On A Show!"

And as long as our tragedies are back stage, American Idol is beating the shit out of the United Nations and world leaders.

Elvis knew, and couldn't live with it, we're all in the ghetto till we help each other. I got two words for you. Soul Patrol!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Cherry Beach, Toronto

1)I spend a lot of time here at Cherry Beach, it's one of my favourite spots, and is a 2) short bike ride from my Toronto apartment.
3) I have called this park Cherry Beach for over 20 years but it was only recently officially chenged to Cherry Beach in 2003. 4) The park has been a home to rumours of police brutality for decades. 5) I've nown punks and homeless people who alledge that cops have taken them here and beaten them, nicknamed "the cherry beach express",/li> by the band The Pukka Orchestra. 6) Once four of us came down here with drinks, candles and swam in the middle of the night after bartending. We woke in full punk leather gear, eyeliner, fishnet stockings 80's haircuts to families swimming and having picnics around noon. 7) The park was created in the 1930's. 8) Many Torontonians do not swim in Lake Ontario...but I always have. 9) Toronto Beaches are ranked among the top ten urban beaches for water safety in the world...another little known fact.
10) Lake Ontario is an excellent place for swimming, windsurfing and sailing. 11) An awesome sailing club is right around the corner from these photos, created by the YMCA for urban children and families to have lessons and access to sailboats...it is now a co-op with reasonable membership fees and a terrific community of folks.
12)Dozens of Monarch butterflies were at the beach in the trees....500 trees were cut down recently Toronto seems to have a love hate relationship to trees. I e-mailed a petition last year to everyone...There has been a rave in this park for years and the area where the trees were cut down was where this summer party happened...and now a couple of soccer fields are being built here...seems like the raves are happening again though for a little longer. 13) Why not soccer and dancing?

Thursday Thirteen Commentators will be linked here...

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Hunger Walk

 I got up this morning at 5:30 to participate in a  huge fundraising walk for food pantries, and servies for homeless and struggling families. There were thousands of people and we had beautiful weather. Our friend Tony, who is in the band Yellow Jacket, and works in the West Side met up with me. I helped his group serve hotdogs to the people who had done the walk too.

 Here is Tony!
 And here is what we cooked up 200+ hotdogs and vegie burgers on=his home bbq! These are bbq bad boys!
After the event we took back the supplies to the shelter and Hey... Oh look...there is Tony's desk with a painting by Stagg. And there is the banner I painted for "Breakthough Urban Ministries" a couple years ago. (Stagg did the food illustration)

Friday, December 29, 2006

Hold On Nelly, We're Headed For The Watermellon Patch!

Oh my god!!!

I was just tidying up my template and linking some "greatest hits" when look what I found under the David Moos interview!

Anonymous said...
I own a private gallery- ACA Gallery, art can change the world website.
I took on the financial responsibility to make art accessible plus an incubator for art and social change. Okay- heres the challenge- I have the place available to help out- my mandate no funding so whoever is interested in setting up or volunteering drop me a line through my website.
Talk is cheap- lets get out and do something.

Carol Mark
ACAGallery
art can change the world


Here is her website...Her gallery is located at Jarvis and Queen which is a rocking location...I'm going to phone Carol Mark right now, but I have NO IDEA when she posted this comment...I feel terrible...but doesn't she have super feisty attitude, I think I like her already.

As far as a drop-in visual literacy or art program goes, I've had some fantastic responses within churh organizations. How strange is that folks? I mean, a gallery like the AGO you would have thought if only for the media attention would have hugged and kissed me and thanked me for such a good outreach program. But in amongst the homeless, downtrodden, beat dejected, fucked up, lost, struggling and most of all...compassionate has shown a willingness to get somethign GOING! The Outreach program where I work has shown complete interest in setting up an arts program. I have appontments with art supply stores to donate paints, good paints! And canvas. So what a great storm of inspiration to find this comment today from a gallery in Toronto.

Okay...I'm going to go contact Carol Mark right now, I'll let you know how it goes...

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

What Kind Of Recipes?

 We have made all kinds of hot meals. Beef Stroganoff, chicken potato soup, shapers pie, pumpkin soup, and lots of bagged lunches. We also have had a lot of donations this winter. Like my in-laws donated hats and scarves....brand new! Iris and her boyfriend donated gloves, and personal hygiene supplies. We had a lot of personal hygiene supplies donated and we would put them into ziplock bags with hand warmers, hand sanitizers, travel size soaps and shampoos, and baby wipes as some examples. The hygenine bags are very popular and welcomed! In above pic is Karl, Daryl and I...looking like a real professional team!

 Here have set up a table and small stove. This means we can serve the hot food very warm...despite Chicago's terrible winter snows and wind. We are planning on doing some bbq meals like grilled chicken, vegetable kabobs and burgers. once the weather gets warmer!That's Daryl, Stagg, Karl and I.

 In the above photo find Annette, who I know from Old Town School of Folk Music. Then Stagg at the stove, then Karl, Daryl and Iris...holding eggs? No wait, she' holding up mushrooms! They are making Beef Stroganoff. We also have a lot of fun working together!We have a variety of people come in to work, we are using the Buddhist Temple of Chicago's kitchen and although most of us serving are Buddhists we also have folks who are secular or not with the Temple at all.

 We experimented without the table and stove....but it got uncomfortable crouching down to serve.
 Sometimes a group or family comes in....they fulfill the grocery list for a given recipe...then help prepare the meal. Also a lot of fun. Sometimes it's difficult to find activities for kids to help homeless people that goes beyond giving money. This service allows kids to see the process of getting food organized and going directly to feed people less fortunate.




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