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une invitation de m.c.

January 13, 2011

how could i refuse such a beautiful invitation from such a beautiful dreamer? and so, i thought i would join m.c. on the mountain under the angel…but i had forgotten how long it takes to produce the text on the cardboard and i was too late…so instead i took the dream to where i hoped m. might come across it…

the dream says: i dreamt m.c. says, “we wish for an inclusion.”

left at: 2079 sanguinet, montréal, quebec on january 9, 2011.

état d’urgence day 3…dream #193

November 24, 2007

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today, I am happy to be able to say, “the barber” was back. as part of my project for atsa I am recording sound to create a portrait of the “état d’urgence,” but today I focused on the visual of “the barber’s” hands as he combed and snipped. I want to capture the transformation he effects–both in terms of the person’s look and in terms of the person’s state of being. “the barber” (that is what he wants me to call him) spent a total of 48 minutes giving attention to this one hair-cut. pretty amazing.

later in the day one of the guys asked me if I had eaten yet and I told him no…not yet, he said, “follow me” and proceeded to escort me into the dining tent where much to my surprise we were served a gourmet meal by a group of young singers who later sang for us and told jokes. It really is incredible how atsa creates this space where others give and connect.

I am experiencing a really strange push-pull of emotions: sadness and anger because a country as rich as canada has three hundred people show up every night to sleep on the floor (the table tops are used to elevate people above the cement) in a tent in a park in downtown montreal in the winter. then I have a rush of “love” as I witness the genuine caring we give to each other. but I think in the end for me the sadness and anger wins out because this poverty is a human to human creation. it is neither an act of nature nor an act of war. we, us good ol canadians, we created this suffering and we tolerate that this suffering exists. and the état proves, makes manifest, that we can do a lot, we have the resources, we have the human power, but the état also proves that we allow this poverty to exist–save for these two individuals (pierre and annie) who have created this temporary structure where we do come together and show what we, us citizens, are capable of.

and irony upon irony this location where the état takes shape, place émilie-gamelin, is named after a woman who ran a soup kitchen all year long…

left at: État D’Urgence at Place Émilie-Gamelin, Sainte Catherine corner of Berri.

September 9, 2007

I’m currently in north bay, ontario at the white water gallery. will be here for ten days only. strangely disconnected from any sense of place, so I find myself heading to the train tracks and the water front. have posted two dreams so far…but.

feel out of place.

staying with dan, the director of the gallery helps. super nice guy.

April 29, 2007

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as part of dare-dare’s fund-raising gala my friend jack locke and I did a conceptual performance where we addressed and mailed 306 “nous sommes tous de beaux réveurs” (we are all beautiful dreamers) postcards. one for every member of the canadian parliament. it took us about four and a half hours to write all the names and addresses –which meant we just missed the last metro home. (I only recently became informed that you can send mail to any member of parliament free, no stamp required…kinda cool. and for those of you who follow canadian politics you will have noticed that this little action has had absolutely no effect on our government’s agenda…)

April 3, 2007

an elderly gentleman wearing an official-looking blue polyester jacket and holding a clipboard came over to me and politely informed me I was on private property.

private property. such an odd concept. we are only here on this earth for a short time, passing through really. like dogs we piss and claim and defend.