Kitty Chaos

There is a Black long haired cat.
Its name is chaos,

and it lives in my neighborhood,
and it meows back at me,
and I meow again and,

yesterday I imagined it was some historical
woman’s soul trapped and trying to
hide out from other soul-cats who wanted her.

Maybe it was Mary Queen of Scots.
Maybe Elizabeth is the orange tabby that hisses at her.

Histories jealousies and betrayals,
being re-enacted by neighborhood cats.
It would be perfect for the stage.

Andrew Lloyd Webber could compose.

New Horror Novel Out: The Dweller

Scott:

My good friend’s novel. If you like great writing, check it out. If you don’t, who the hell are you and how did you get in here !

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I have a new horror novel out now on Amazon that delves into my musings on perception, dreams and the spirit world—and just in time for the holidays! You should definitely check it out!

 http://www.amazon.ca/Dweller-Hernan-Monzon-ebook/dp/B00OVKYPWY/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1414252310&sr=8-6&keywords=the+dweller

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Toronto Star Loses Its Religion For Jian Ghomeshi

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Political Control Of Canadian Press

Most Canadian news is owned or run by Conservative party figures. There is hardly a shred of independence from the current government remaining. The Postmedia and former Canwest publications were purchased by a group under CEO Paul Godfrey. Mr. Godfrey led the National Post, that was started by a handful of fellows from the Fraser Institute and he is well known as a Tory politician.

The Quebecor chain purchased the Sun Media chain most recently. Previous Conservative Prime Minister Brian Mulroney sits on the Quebecor board of directors.

Sun News is different from Sun Media, that was also restructured. The Sun News Network was absorbed by subsidiaries of Quebecor and its operations are run by Kory Teneycke, who is better known as the former director of communications for the current Conservative Prime Minister, Stephen Harper.

The CBC is a Canadian public treasure, but it was also realigned with and by the current government. Prime Minister Stephen Harper appointed ten of twelve board members as Conservative party donors.

That left us with the Toronto Star as one of few remaining independents, but they were forced to partner with the Globe and Mail to cut costs on distribution in 2012. The latter is predominantly owned by Bell, or rather BCE. The Globe and Mail was hit with additional controversy when Jesse Brown reported impropriety that led to the paper endorsing Conservatives.

Then the Globe faced controversy over its decision to run branded content, or what is more commonly referred to as an “advertorial”. This means a corporation or government can pay a reporter for positive coverage, that is written to appear like a news article but it’s really an advertisement undercover. This behaviour is opposite to the duty of a fourth estate, to hold its government account

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This is an open letter to the parties involved in a smear campaign against Jian Ghomeshi and members of the mainstream media who’ve forsaken journalism ethics and integrity in general, to miss the larger picture altogether.

Dear Toronto Star, Michael Cooke, Kevin Donovan, Jesse Brown, Glenn Greenwald, Bill Owen, Andrew Mitrovica, organized Labour, CBC, major news outlets, the public audience and elected representatives,

My letter will touch on a number of topics that may appear to meander, but they’re all connected by this Jian Ghomeshi report and I ask that you have patience to let this narrative develop. The consequence of shoddy journalism has immense ripple effects that further reflect on our democratic institution, as do the players involved in promoting it.

Toronto Star Versus Ghomeshi

Please let me begin by addressing an overtly blatant example in the Toronto Star, as it appeared last night.

Editor Michael Cooke justified…

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This, and That Season

(and that)

I can hear winter getting ready to yell
into our faces, it powders and breaks
out in patches on car windows,

in splotches of fractal, untamed mandalas.
I can feel it coming to get me and
throw a snowball of ice into my brittle

and redder than usual face. To add soft
temporary white freckles to my burgundy
and hazel ones, to my orange ones. I can

see the dogs getting shaggier and their eyes
cooling, over-running then stopping for owner.
In the orchestral march of the stripped branches,

curling around the street like hands to a mouth,
about to devour the whole street, into the blinding
stomach of another dead, long and bitter winter.

She builds her army of men, fat but wiry, as
those in kitchen work lean into the stove now,
and the butchers add a layer, and grandmothers
stay home and do bingo on the radio, never winning.

I can feel it in my feet, too. Like a crypt-escaped
skeleton, I curl up when stationary without even
realizing I am doing it, I have no fascination with it,
I just watch it come in the morning, and after the sun,
again.

It is killing me, this season.
The season, and All That.

autocrat rohtslov

ugly and sin worthy

i lay whats left of me

to the mime

and it sighs

signs

back to me

i scrye

i shadow

and get jealous

we creep together in the sharp

edge of lies

we creep into the hope we might conjecture the obvious

cream above our diet

get ugly

get ugly with me

and stare into it with me

for i am but, the simplest child, of all your easy,
orphan thought

i am clasping at it

effortlessly

let me lay flesh and the ink that continues as a result let it be as easy a stroke of the name of mine as it possibly can, be

 

let me break it to you easy

 

we wasted our time making anothers rhyme

make me yours

and lets creep up together on it

lets swim out

easier, and

betray ours

it will mean

what it will mean

meaningful or

not

cry and wave with it

we are all

the wave

its intricate part its crescent

its crash

come

go

live

hymn

 

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BBC documentary exposes 50-year scandal of baby trafficking by the Catholic church in Spain | Daily Mail Online

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BBC documentary exposes 50-year scandal of baby trafficking by the Catholic church in Spain | Daily Mail Online.

300,000 babies stolen from their parents – and sold for adoption: Haunting BBC documentary exposes 50-year scandal of baby trafficking by the Catholic church in Spain

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Up to 300,000 Spanish babies were stolen from their parents and sold for adoption over a period of five decades, a new investigation reveals. 

The children were trafficked by a secret network of doctors, nurses, priests and nuns in a widespread practice that began during General Franco’s dictatorship and continued until the early Nineties. 

Hundreds of families who had babies taken from Spanish hospitals are now battling for an official government investigation into the scandal. 
Several mothers say they were told their first-born children had died during or soon after they gave birth. 

Identity crisis: Randy Ryder as a baby being cradled in a Malaga hospital in 1971 by the woman who bought him

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When I landed in Halifax, instead of being greeted by my sister’s beaming smile, there were reporters asking me questions. I got a ride from my friend who dropped me off at the Dartmouth bus terminal where I picked up a copy of Metro News. It had a photo of my sister in the one shouldered, fuchsia dress draped in tulle and lace that was soft to the touch. We used to share all of our clothes and loved getting dressed up. Then I read the words paired with the photo. These were the only details anyone knew concerning her whereabouts. I felt warm tears sting my chapped cheeks as I made the pilgrimage to the Halifax Regional Police HQ. Two days of crying and wiping the tears away had irritated the same face that had been smiling just days before. A genuine smile or laugh wouldn’t emanate from my…

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gattaca

all us hurting things
we stand up
eventually
at once
and laugh ourselves
into infamy
that stings like
stinking
frayed strings
until someone
changes them
and nobody else looking
the gift shop gets
robbed blind
while the house band
is forcefully
induced
to re-enact
one thousand
year old rituals
for the sake
of function

and the sting
the sting
the sting
that hurting thing
continues thus

to sting
and outside
the front door
daylight broods a broadsword
we bring
we bring
we bring ourselves back indoors

GSF

it was another wild week
 
the irish brothers made a girl cry
 
after which she went on an anti jew tirade
 
and we told her to leave
 
i laughed and thought of you
 
how clever life is
 
when it creeps
 
and crawls
 
and slithers
 
and calls out
 
out with the peoples real desire
 
to hate as freely as nobody can love
 
we did it all on the street
 
we danced in a dozen bars
 
and laid on patches of clean grass
 
and told each other everything
 
and made a spectacle of the spectacle
 
and when it ended
 
it was well past dawn
 
because thats the way we do it
 
down here in st. johns