Matt Cooke, Soon to be a Canucks Outsider subscriber?

Matt “The Pressure Cooker” Cooke was shilling Vancouver Suns outfront the Seabus Station at Lonsdale Quay.  The fascist minimum wage Sun employee wouldn’t let Cooker give me newspaper he signed for me unless i coughed up a donation (i refused to pay for their pablum – plus i had NOT a penny of cash).  Apparently it is all a ruse to encourage kids to read (well at least they aren’t teaching kids to read Tony Gallagher).

Matt Cooke wants you to read

Matt grinned for a snapshot on my high-end camera phone (the finest VGA going) and I (admitedly somewhat awkwardly) told him about the podcast.  “The Canucks Outsider, It’s about the Canucks on the other side of the glass sorta – what’s its like to be a fan – beers, expensive tickets, history, new guys whatever …”

As I headed off to my ferry boat, he asked again, “Canucks Outsider, right?”

“Yup, Look it up,” I replied, “and Cooker, … be careful in practice eh.”

Might as well subscribe Matt – It’s free so jump on in, the water’s fine!

 

Pre-season Prognostication from the Park – Canucks Outsider #38

With the 2006-07 season looming, Canucks Outsider host Dave Thorvald checks in with Mark the Motivational Speaker.

Canucks Outsider #38 (28:40, .mp3)

Canucks Outsider #39From a park bench in view of the Garage and mischievous dogs, they offer a quick and sloppy off-season wrap-up, random preseason predilections and studious regular season prognostication as well as highly speculative playoff hunches.  Besides getting to know the many new Canucks, they discuss topics from Coach Glen Hanlon to the art of face-offs to GM Garth Snow.

 

Tea with Chinese Masters – Postcard #33

Postcards from Gravelly Beach - Tea, Stamps and Postcards

Dave checks in with the words of Chinese literature aficionado Lu Ji with his notes on the writer’s craft after a recent batch of related inspiring events including a Dalai Lama visit, plus Chinese medicinal tea from Dr. Wu and the works of Gary Snyder, then ends with a live track called Helicopters by The Stills.

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Pulling to the Strait

Pulling to the strait
Finding St. Chrispoth
you’ve freeloading aboard again
steamrollers and stowed
in amongst the shipping crates

under rocks you’ve tugged
at barnacles undersea
your reat to zinc electrolysis
of a magnitude
almost impossible to resist

Before when the desert was flooded
under rings like steppes of ebbing tides
cataclysmic events
indeed water scrapes over the land

the emptiness
dry left behind
is what i suppose is below
look thru the portholes to the absence
of thought dimension
and turmoil

All the secrets just vanished

one day
all the secrets just vanished
loosed from your bounds
of splendor and
influence
wielded mercifully from afar

all the secrets vanished
and the emptiness made it clear
your lilly waft-like flowers
in crave like a buccaneer
away from the sea

are a dangerous
rife with rouge waves
and misery/mystery

beguiled by my ignorance
charmed by our incidents
mournful of your restlessness

That first flicker of luminecense

That first flicker
of luminecense
spark from soggy matches
pouting lips
watched you wait
like a best friend
of a third grade memory

lakefront fireflies
too quick for jars
rocky beach
and proverbial stars

you called me out
to a distant place
i couldn’t recognize
as my own backyard

filled with malcontent
and telepathy

we’ve no secrets
said through forked tongue
try to believe
it’ll make strife easier
when we’ve moved on
from young

Refined not Created

The sugar refinery
seems to operate
yet i’ve never witnessed an act
of refining
or manufacturing
yet the trains go in and out
just before
New Brighton
and slightly east of the drive

Is the sugar squeezed
from beets?
but certainly not
sugar cane
tasty when thrashed pulled through ringers
dripping sticky on humid day

refined not created
sugar from the ground
or canes sprouted from Hawaii
half a globe around

Aye Carpaethia

Aye Carpaethia
sublime vision of grace
you came alongside
my listing hull

Grabbed the briney rope
and you pulled me towards
the sheltered cove

Flotilla of flotsam
bounding with the swell
my heart aching
wondering where to pull

Inhibitions and accolades
rescue me to pier
when the wreckage split
me in blinding fear
i yearned for your
uncommon gaze
thoughtful twine
and restive ways

curled in a quilt
handmade by
a mysterious soul
my disaster
now averted
despite impending gale

forced winds
and the ends
of existence
as it’s told
by fore-bearers and liars
who nearly took stroll
long slowly
glancing only once behind
changing lines sometimes
exceeded what you’ve been told

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