strange places

sorting and packing is like finding oneself over and over again. today i found some notes i jotted down a few months ago – and then shoved in a drawer…… i’m putting it here for safe keeping…

we find ourselves in strange places; driving down backroads to meet lovers, in the motels of small towns, in prisons talking to the men we knew as boys in highschool, in national parks during hunting season keeping our heads low.

we find ourselves in strange places because we are looking for ourselves, and that process explored honestly takes us to niches that most people never go.

i used to believe that because i am not well-travelled in the international sense that somehow indicated me to be not interesting – that the localities one visited rubbed off and made one become “interesting”, and that staying around one area would certainly dull anything internally exotic

i find myself on stages before hundreds of people; in native sovereignty camps; in front of police lines; in the company of comrades. i find myself in the deep dark forest, on picket lines, and in meetings of fellow travellers wondering how….?

few people have a life so interesting, beyond the facade of everyday. few people have been tested so incessantly in belief, in action and in philosophy. few people have ever questioned their strange places they call home. my strange places are not half-way round the world, they are often just up the alleyway from my apartment building, or across the bridge and in the mountains.

that place that is home is where we are reflected by the people around us, by our actions and deeds. home is a place we travel to every day challenging our notion of who we are, and who we ought to be.

our strange places, though sometimes far away, are part of what home means. our strange places are our journeys back to defining the self.

new project

i started hand stitching a 4000-stitch rug about 4 weeks ago. last week i finished the fist major stage of it which was the knotwork outline (this comes to approximately 2 inches from the outside border). i am including some pictures here of that stage since i am now filling the knotwork in which is taking forever….. the finished product though will be very beautiful as the inner design is quite striking. in real size, this is 3.25 x 4.5 feet and i am stitching it on 6 point rug canvas in acrylic yarn.

i’ll keep posting pictures as i get to different project stages. i expect this to take until the fall to complete (if i don’t get sick of stitching before then). these pics are not very good as i took them in a dark room without a flash – but you get the idea.

ocean falls

i was reminded of and googled one of my exes today hoping i could find an email address for him. of course, it is unlikely he has anything remotely approaching decent internet connectivity since he lives up in ocean falls, the rainiest place in north america – a town officially shut down in the late sixties by the government – but inhabited year round by about 100 folks who keep the few basic town functions alive.

anyhow – i found no email address for gerald – but i did find this poem by him which i thought i would post here for safe-keeping. strangely enough i was cleaning out some of my posessions the other day in the moving process and came across another poem by him that i liked quite much and was going to type out and post here – but haven’t gotten around to it…..


Ocean Falls

Between Baldy’s peak and Roscoe’s Creek
Lies the town of Ocean Falls,
Where the rain it reigns and the ocean gains
Inside these mountain walls.

It’s a different breed that these mountains heed
With its’ beauty and its’ brawn
And some return to fill the yearn
Like a salmon to its’ spawn.

We’re a rugged lot that haven’t forgot
Life’s lessons to be learned,
Cause they took this town, and tore it down,
The past they tried to burn.

And twice they tried but we survived
Cause dammit, this is home,
And there ain’t no place on this planets’ face
That I’d rather stay and roam.

For the ones that strayed and the ones that stayed;
All children of the rain,
This drinks for you, and it’ll have to do
— Until we meet again

By Gerald Hogrefe

monday morning thoughts

i had a perfect weekend with a good friend and have returned to work today blissfully relaxed and a little bit sunburned. on saturday we walked the entire length of the seawall and then some (about 13 km in total), took that little ferry over to granville island under the bridge and drank beers, bought super decadent food at the market and then went to spanish banks for a lovely picnic at sunset…. and sunday just lazed about and then had sushi for lunch… in the evening i went to my friend steph’s birthday bbq where my gift was well-received and the company was very pleasant.

other than that i really have no cause to be relaxed since it’s election day and the outcome will have a big impact on the federal public service no matter who wins – plus once the election is over then we move into the final stages of preparing to go on strike. there is some hope that a liberal minority government would be smart enough to offer us a deal and forgo a strike for which they would have less ability to control than ever before. but it’s hard to say what is going to happen either way.

the only calming thought is no matter who wins this round, they will only have a minority – which means no one can muck up too horribly by deciding to fire a third of the public service, or cutting all healthcare funding or something…… or am i deluding myself?

i voted at 7:30 this morning on my way to work. i was surprised at how many people were at the polling station – but there was no lineups which there usually are at the end of the day. i’m going with a bunch of folks i know to the bar tonight to watch the election results come in – how exciting is that? i don’t think there’s been a closer vote in my lifetime unless you count the quebec-separation referendum vote of a few years back which i watched until the bitter end as well.

talk about geeky – and i don’t even believe in electoral politics! but there’s a subconscious buy-in i guess – that somehow it really matters.

in other news – my apartment has not been sold yet and i will not be getting an eviction notice for september 1st, though i still intend to move on that date if possible. ruth and david have been showing my place lots but i think the price is pretty high for most people – even for such a good location.

i really wish i could start looking at places for september 1st – but it is still too early for advertising. in july i am going to post some notices in gibsons and roberts creek that i am looking for a home up there to rent but for now all i can really do is wait and sort through my things. although i am anxious to move, i am procrastinating on the sorting out my office front because i know i will be confronted by horrible dilemmas about what to keep and what to recycle/shred.

and so it goes… i wish people would stop telling me that i won’t be able to stand the commute from the sunshine coast. i mean – if i don’t know what my tolerance level for that will be – how does anyone else?

solidarity

i keep trying to blog and finding the livejournal server down – it’s starting to get to me a bit.

i am in the process of writing a talk for next week on the nature of grassroots solidarity and the almost-general strike of may, 2004. what happened, why didn’t we pull it off, and how were communities independent of the union structure building on the solidarity displayed by rank and file unioninsts. i’m going to talk about the importance of grassroots networks in building resistance no only to our government and our employers, but sometimes even our own union leaderships.

according to dictionary.com the term solidarity is defined as “a union of interests, purposes, or sympathies among members of a group; fellowship of responsibilities and interests.”

when we look at the movements of people around the world, there is no doubt solidarity is the glue for not only the struggle for better working conditions and wages, but more social programs, better housing, clean water and any other cause we might unite jointly around. we unite as people because we share a common goal, and because we have a common outcome in mind. this is how disparate people can come and work together – because they share an idea of what they want to win at the end of the fight, no matter how much they disagree with each other tactically and strategically along the way.

in april/may 2004 we witnessed an unprecedented rank and file solidarity with striking members of the hospital employees union. people were angry with the government for legislating wage roll-backs, but the incident served as a flash-point for a much greater anger at the government for gutting public services and attacking our fundamental rights as citizens. wildcat walk outs and flying pickets dominated the news across for two days and there was a general “day of action” called for monday, may 3rd in which it was expected unionized workers across the province would shut everything down. people in every neighbourhood were talking about it, and i received calls from many union members at worksites from comox to prince rupert asking us what we were going to do to support the struggle.

3 years of provincial government abuse and neglect of working people all of a sudden snapped back in the form of a movement based in common cause – and that common cause was clearly to put an end to the reckless and cruel policies that have affected us all since the election of the bc liberals. people echoed each other from every neighbourhood and transit bus, in many meetings and on every street corner – saying “it’s about time” as if everyone had just been waiting for the right moment to strike. the momentum built from there, giving activists from every quadrant days of elation at the possibility of real resistance, of real courage by working people. at the may 1st rally, thousands of people chanted for a general strike, while the leadership tried to keep the lid on it, using a powerful sound system to chant over their own members with the much weaker slogan “we will not back down”.

but the solidarity was quickly severed by a single man, backed by a small handful of union leaders – effectively destroying the hope that our common cause be recognized. the day after mayday, 2004 – jim sinclair – bc federation of labour president went on the television and told unioninsts and activists to stand down against the government which begs the question – whose “solidarity” were they talking about in the first place?

it became clear after hospital employee union members were forced to accept a raw deal from their “leaders” the interests of themselves and their elected leadership were two different things. it became clear to all of us in that moment the fight we were poised to wage, was not the same fight our “leaders” were fighting at all.

in the following days it was explained in phone calls and emails to all rank and file activists that the real goal was to get the ndp re-elected in 2005, and we shouldn’t do anything in the meantime to jeopardize that. this being the stated
aim of those “leaders” claiming to be in solidarity with their memberships. interestingly, i didn’t talk to a lot of working people on the picket lines who really cared about getting the ndp re-elected. sure, people generally agree it would be better than the liberals, but the goal of heu members was to keep their wages intact. the goal of the rest of us was to support them and to show the government that they couldn’t just push us around anymore and cut hospitals, schools and welfare cheques. our common cause would likely include making any government accountable through taking action – whether they be the ndp or the liberals or the greens.

clearly – the “union of interests” is different for our leaders than for the rank and file – and so when we talk about building solidarity – we need to look beyond our union structures. solidarity is not about standing behind a few individuals who we elect every few years – just as democracy is not about electing george bush or gordon campbell and then acting as though there is nothing to do until the next election. solidarity is about building grassroots networks based on our common interests – among rank and file people – and these networks are not built overnight but through consistent discussions, arguments and communications of all kinds among working people – the type of communication that has all but been destroyed by the dominance of the mass media in our lives.

we get to choose what lessons we walk away from may 2004 with. many people have said they will quit union activism, so dissapointed were they in the actions of their leaders, and many have threatened to stay on and challenge the leaderships that many of us felt sold us out. i believe that the rank and file has a single task at hand which is to build our networks of resistance from the ground up – so that next time around we are strong enough to not only fight the government, and our bosses – but our own leaderships as well.