candle in the darkness

bottled sunshine

outcast!

old friends

creative resistance!

i love this article. this is the kind of creative, direct action i'd like to be part of. beautiful!
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Standing beside two parked cars, two men in dark baseball hats wait for the signal.

It's broad daylight and nearly rush hour on Bloor. A woman in paint-stained jeans sprints ahead of the men, scanning the street. Another stations herself across the road, surveying the speeding cars for police. The thumbs-up sign is given.

The painting can begin.

Seconds later, a cardboard bike stencil is thrown on the road and the first of seven cans of hot pink paint is emptied on a stretch of Bloor St. W.

"Putting in a bike lane?" asks a teenage girl cycling by.

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buddha?

there's a certain arrogance, a certain naivety in thinking that one can change the world, a certain pig headed stubbornness in continuing to try. sometimes i think the buddha had a point. you can never change the world around you, you can only transcend it. the examined life is a little over rated-it only causes pain and confusion. leave the world to itself-it has figured its own way out before. before i came along with my story book idealism and hope. leave it all.

then again...

soon, soon, the dawn

i hear the muzzein's call to prayer
and watch the wind horses catch the breeze
soon, soon,
the dawn.

i hear the tractors start their engines
and watch the pale moon slowly fade
soon, soon,
the dawn.

i hear the rumble of growing anger
and watch the fists and voices rise
soon, soon,
the dawn.