Doom & bloom

Listening to Doomsday by MF Doom it kind of makes me want to write improvisally; making up words, rapping makes it sound pretty. Don't really care if I'm no good at making things sound good; can't rap can't finish my day without my green dope.

See my words on the screen that I freewrite for thee; is the next sentence free or do I have to make it rhyme perfectly? I need to catch up on vocabulary, maybe even read the dictionary. Trying to express as best I can with a beat in mind and a vape in my hand. I'm gonna keep rambling a bit to the tune of doom, but don't expect anything too great or a silver spoon.

I tire of the negative buzz in my head; if I care to sum it up it's all about comparing myself to the common ideal; the glass circus, the identity politics. Sure I might not be rich or fully independent but I still try to improve my present circumstance in the small ways that I can. Not constantly, not even primally; just living day-to-day with some stability. 

So I'll end now with my session done; feeling good, but should still go outside and feel the burning sun.

Word on the Street '23

I had a Saturday with nothing planned last weekend, so I decided to check out the Word on the Street festival. I would simply describe it as a big outdoor book fair: there were tents representing publishing houses, editors, independent bookstores; individual authors, poetry collectives, and even the Toronto library's own bookmobile which was my favourite part.

The bookmobile is basically a big bus that's been converted into a library on wheels. You climb inside, and there's enough space for half-a-dozen people to browse books comfortably before it feels a little too crowded. Air-conditioned, too, which was good because it was a rather warm spring day. The books are lined up on shelves attached to the sides of the inside of the bus, and I perused them for a while before deciding to borrow a random mystery book. The bookmobile was parked smack in the middle of the festival, which ran along the east side of Queen's Park, with a couple of streets being closed for pedestrians to wander through the various exhibitions.

I didn't really recognize any of the authors (unlike the last time I went to the festival, pre-pandemic, where I got my copy of Silverwing signed by Kenneth Oppel!), so I didn't attend any of the author readings or panel discussions; rather, I just enjoyed wandering in the crowd and eventually just chilling under a tree in Queen's Park to vape & listen to music.

Not getting a bike flat on my commute there & back was also a positive experience!

Really, the least enjoyable part of the festival was that there were some "F*ck Trudeau, lock Freeland up" wackos on the north-western side of Queen's Park, really, just like... 3 of them... blasting some Neil Young & other ironic music beside a big white van and waving provocative flags. They eventually drove past the festival, honking annoyingly before heading off to wherever else they were planning to "protest".

Anyway, I don't have any pictures to share. I know I keep saying this, but I really want more pictures with my blog posts. Makes them a bit less dull. I'll get around to it... eventually.