A Literary Arts Journal • Un journal artistique et littéraire
FEATURING / EN VEDETTE Louis Carmel - Gilles Chiasson - Dana Friend Cynthia Chuckly - Richard Diraddo - Renée Drouin Judy Minderman - Celina Zimmerman - Linda Gould Noel Neil Marlon Evans - Anne Cerda - Ester Cabrita Pierre Melançon - Lesia Charko - Albert Cantin Jean-Christophe Tourenne - Nick Serjeantson Dave Smaill - Rhona Green - Howard Freed Susana Marquez - Francis Marquis Christopher “Speed” Dubiel
Volume 4 Issue 1 : SPIRITUALITY 1e édition, volume 4: SPIRITUALITÉ
DES RÉDACTEURS / FROM THE EDITORS La photo ci-dessus contient certains des objets que notre équipe éditoriale relions à la spiritualité. The above picture contains some of the objects that we the editorial team connect with spirituality.
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E THÈME DE cette édition est la spiritualité. Suggestion insidieuse je vous signale! Car des participants de l’équipe éditoriale ont été rebutés en raison de l’évocation d’une signification trop religieuse et sentant le sujet comme était imposé. Pour certains, ce fût une bénédiction du ciel. Pour d’autres, une occasion de philosopher. Nous avons eu notre lot de questionnements mais grâce au formidable travail d’équipe, nous avons pu mieux nous y retrouver. Comme dans mental? Ou comme dans Saint Esprit? J’ai cherché pour moi, pour vous, pour nous tous, la définition incomplète dans Wikipédia : «La notion de spiritualité (du latin ecclésiastique spiritualitas) comporte aujourd'hui des perceptions différentes selon le contexte de son usage. Elle se rattache traditionnellement à la religion dans la perspective de l'être humain en relation avec un être supérieur (Dieu) et le salut de l'âme. Elle se rapporte, d'un point de vue philosophique, à l'opposition de la matière et de l'esprit (voir problème corps-esprit) ou encore de l'intériorité et de l'extériorité….
AINSI, POUR LIBÉRER MON SPIRIT? OU MON ESPRIT?
ENFIN, NOUS AVONS CHOISI POUR VOUS UN ÉVENTAIL d’oeuvres, inspirées de la religion, de l’esprit,
de la philosophie, de l’amour, de la nature et de la science. Les voilà!
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I EVERYONE and welcome to Buoy, the Spirituality edition. The original motivation for this edition of Buoy was the fact that in mental health circles some people dismiss the spiritual as a mental aberration, so we decided to highlight the subject as a way of combatting this prejudice. Beyond this noble reason for choosing this theme, spirituality is a great theme because of the diversity of opinions that people have about it. TAKE FOR EXAMPLE OUR OPINIONS ON SPIRITUALITY: Ha ha ha ha (wild laughter); that it is different types of love; it is a tool for creating understanding between people; a punk sensibility — God save the Queen, a fascist regime; mystery, real magic, relationship with God, a subject to be avoided; I don’t know. The contributions we did receive for the Journal you are now reading were varied and wide. This pleased us because we want Buoy to be a place where people feel free to express themselves. That we got so many outlooks in a diversity of forms makes for a great journal and great reading and viewing, as I am sure you will agree. Enjoy.
EDITORIAL PHOTO Spirituality Objects, photograph, by Charles Emond
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CONTENU/CONTENTS ÉCRITURE/WRITING Des Rédacteurs / From the Editors
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Les Liens /Susana Marquez
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For the Love of It / Noel Neil Marlon Evans
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(Meet me) in the woods / Richard Diraddo
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Angel Colours / Judy Minderman
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Inner Light / Celina Zimmerman
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Poème pour Isabelle / Albert Cantin
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Adam And Eve / Susana Marquez
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Through to the Other Side / Judy Minderman
I Insist the Spirit Exists / Dave Smaill
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Spirituality / Judy Minderman
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On Wings of Eagles / Dana Friend
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I’ve Got To Carry My Cross / Christopher “Speed” Dubiel Lost Child / Renée Drouin Pourquoi Jésus est-il mort / Pierre Melançon
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Church Doors / Judy Minderman
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Power and Light / Judy Minderman
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The Spawning / Gilles Chiasson
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Yes I Believe / Judy Minderman
Lilly Loo / Gilles Chiasson
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Emily / Richard Diraddo
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Tears of despair, loneliness and hunger / Cynthia Chuckly
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Behind The Walls of the Pinel Institute for the Criminally Insane / Howard Freed
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Guns1 / Jean Christophe Tourenne
To Believe or Not To Believe / Lesia Charko
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Dancing Flows From Your Fingertips / Nick Serjeantson
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Silence / Linda Gould
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Water Flowers / Renée Drouin
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La mort en rouge / Albert Cantin
The Onion: A Study / Ester Cabrita
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Hydroponic / Rhona Green
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Torture / Anne Cerda
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Sans Titre / Louis Carmel
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Le don de Dieu / Francis Marquis Submissions / Ad / Thanks
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Bliss / Noel Neil Marlon Evans
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Stars 1 / Jean-Christophe Tourenne
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FRONT / BACK COVER Femmes Bédouines, painting, by Susana Marquez
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Les Liens Dès mon initial rappel Sur la prima mâterai Par d’atroces écorchures! Mon esprit déconcerté Sonde les profondeurs! Humble de mon être Le destin?La vie? La Mort? Le Karma? La paix intérieure? L’Amour? Physique, Mental, Spirituel? La Lumière? Les ténèbres? Enfin! Dieu! JE! me confie... Conçue dans le ventre des Étoiles Mon âme, Que... De poussière céleste suis! Reliée par mes attaches Crées dans l’invisible Enchaînée! Par les amertumes de la boue Captive si! Que! de tourments quotidiens! Contrainte si, si! Ici! ici! ici Au, Retour continu! Par l’Amour Pur! Comme celui d’un Enfant? Les affranchir, me libérer, D'un, à un, les contrats sacrés Me dénouer de tous mes liens et peurs!!! Liesse! Les Anges! Habillés de couleur blanc, Lila et Lie-de-Vin, Intermédiaires entre Terre et ciel, Imbriqués au firmament, Chantent un Lied!!! JE! me rapproche! De l’Azur Serein Solitaire, mais Solidaire A tous mes semblables Et l’infini! SUSANA MARQUEZ
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(Meet me) in the woods, photograph, by Richard Diraddo
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Angel Colours, digital art, by Judy Minderman
For the Love of it There are so many things that I love in this world, that I appreciate like the local store I would go if I could. The neatly stacked shelves all in several rows, they certainly look good, as good as stage shows. Some places that I have been to just take my breath away, oh, what a sight to see life and that's the way it will stay. Beautiful flowers outside along the walkway I see, never a dull moment it leaves you filled with glee. Every time I think of spring and summer I feel loved, the sun shines so brightly that makes me feel moved. Especially in the spring time I love the smell of the parks, You see couples holding hands and lovingly creating sparks. But today I will just go for a stroll and enjoy it totally, when the feeling of love is in the air there is no need for a rally. We have the idea of how love should be nice and smooth, today you have to take the time to stop and smell the roses, my sweet tooth. NOEL NEIL MARLON EVANS
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Inner Light I’m in my late thirties now, Thirty-seven to be exact, And I try to know where I’m at. I’ve been through many spins, and many wins, But there’s still something on my mind. Why can’t I find, What’s gotten me blind is it just in the wind Or should I try to find my own peace of mind and learn from my mistakes once again. Life is too short to resort to negative thinking Let’s look for solutions and make resolutions to improve our way of life. Love helps all fools that we all are if we’d only keep it in our heart. Wherever you are in your life so far just remember this:
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Love of self is not just for those who’ve been blessed it’s for all of mankind For if we truly love ourselves We can truly help others and we ourselves pass the test The test is this: We can truly find bliss if we are guided by our inner light The inner light is the heart and soul of each person And if you find your light you’ll feel bright inside. CELINA ZIMMERMAN
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Poème pour Isabelle Avec ton sourire Tu as su effacer la méchanceté et la hargne Que mon regard portait sur mes frères. Quand je te vois sourire Je devine une reine qui se cache Dans les forêts de mon enfance et je t'ai cherché quelque fois Comme un roi qui a perdu son âme. Comment sourire à tant de violence? C'est la question que je me pose, Et la réponse est dans ton cœur Que je chéris tout particulièrement Quand mon esprit chaotique s'emporte Vers l'oubli, qui est porté vers le ciel! ALBERT CANTIN
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“I insist the spirit exists!!” Above all, the physical body is temporary! But, the spirit lives on permanently!! There’s no limit on the life of the spirit!! Being on abstract, mystical, mythical mysterious, undefined, refined entity The spirits exists, and remains, an ethereal, continuous , diaphanous plane, thus - for eternity!! In a dream-like state we can contemplate in the depth of our subconscious mind another world of fantasy surreality - cosmology, astronomy, Etc. - All in one dream!! making us believe, hope and pray, this imaginary display convinces us that the world we know, as the stars glow is not what it seems! DAVE SMAILL
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Spirituality JUDY MINDERMAN
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hat does spirituality mean to me? Perhaps it might be best to tell you a little about myself, and how I came to my spiritual beliefs. My name is Judy Minderman, I am 51 years of age, and I have settled many of these divine questions. I was born and
“Being a curious person though, I came to learn and understand many different kinds of religious ideas and spiritual values.” raised Catholic and our family went to church every Sunday. We were baptized and I practiced this faith-based belief for quite some time. Being a curious person though, I came to learn and understand many different kinds of religious ideas and spiritual values. These personal truths came to me from my reading of works by authors such as Eckhart Tolle and Wayne Dyer. I learned that perhaps the most important spiritual truth is in accepting that we all have our own unique way of understanding these weighty issues.
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WHAT I BELIEVE
That said, in my system of faith God is Love and Light and my faith does not require I participate in an organized religion. Within these ideas and values I also enjoy and accept reincarnation as a part of my faith. I also think it is important that we are kind, compassionate, caring and understanding. NEW AGE?
Some may say that my ideals are New Age, and perhaps that is so, but I only know that I am a very, very spiritual person. I believe in auras, chakras, and practice meditation as I find it very helpful in bringing me to a place of peace and tranquility. In closing, I thank you for taking the time to read about my thoughts on the matter of spirituality, God bless, and may Love and Light shine the way for you in peace.
“In closing…God bless, and may Love and Light shine the way for you in peace.”
On Wings of Eagles Light dancing in shadows Across the room. I used to live my life in gloom. But now, the Sun dances Sweet melodies at noon. Now too, I play in the noonday fun. I used to exist in burrows. In burrows I was so at home. I knew terrors few have ever known And I was to be found always alone. Alone I fought an invisible fight Until you prayed and my sorrows, My terrors, took flight. And today, this morning, I soared like the wings of Eagles. Nevermore need of fright. The demons are gone! The demons are gone!! Total and complete deliverance I have. You have freed me from my heinous blight. My purest innocence is now my just delight. God has blessed the night indeed! The Dragons have taken flight. No longer Dark is my night. DANA M. FRIEND
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I’VE GOT TO CARRY MY CROSS I’ve been to the cross roads I’ve been to the cross on top of the mountain I’ve been star crossed I’ve tried to be the boss It’s more than snow blindin’ More than a foggy soggy day in spring with a fever. Driver won’t you take me home? Going to the desert, Heaven on earth. God only knows my future. God only knows my time. With a poem, a song or two, A pen and, A piece of paper That pay no dollars wage. What I read is something more than I can ever imagine writing, When you don’t understand what you read, you’ve got company. It throws me ten feet out of my seat. I’m going down hill with no money to be funny about. Energy faded as if it’s been to the blade for blood. I go to bed wake up dead, Find I’ve been drowning all nite, Have to climb out of the demon den, Take two to four steps for every human step. Mount Kilimanjaro you are 19,314 feet above sea level. Hear I come Tanzania in East Africa. Anxiety on my throat Too much on the head of my wife I move around like a bloated goat,
Church Doors, photograph, by Judy Minderman
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No anticipation of this day. Something higher has given me this fire or I’d retire to my mire. The sofa is a throw back for a lost mission, Condition critical, makes one cynical Ready to go clinical, Blind eyes for being political. I’ve got to carry my cross beyond my comfort zone. Bare my bones to the lost souls grasping at straws. I smile, make puns, and joke around, playing the clown Before we get too serious and die another death, looking out for our breath. Can’t forget the heart of it all I express in my art I’ve been to the cross roads I’ve been to the cross on top of the mountain I’ve been star crossed I’ve tried to be the boss It’s more than snow blindin’ More than a foggy soggy day in spring with a fever. Driver won’t you take me home? Going to the desert, Heaven on earth. God only knows my future. God only knows my time. CHRISTOPHER “SPEED” DUBIEL
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The Lost Child Like a lost and hurt child I walk towards you lord I ask for forgiveness I ask you to show, to guide me Along my journey of life Please god help me To see the light Help me to believe in you To have faith in thee In the past, life has not Been a kind one The struggles and hardships have come and gone. My only wish is that, it will become easier Along the way As I look before me, The path of life Is stretched out where I can see With you strength and guidance Toward my own true destination and may there Be light at the end of the road. RENﾃ右 DROUIN
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Pourquoi Jesus est il mort PIERRE MELANÇON
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e désire partager avec les lecteurs le fruit de mon expérience sur une question que plusieurs se posent sur Jésus. Les principales réponses de la question de l’article sont fort simples : le pardon des péchés d’une multitude; la glorieuse résurrection; le salut de nos âmes; l’amour de l’humanité. Car il n’y a pas de plus grand amour que de donner sa vie pour quelqu’un d’autre. J’aborde aussi l’épineuse question du péché; la volonté de Dieu dans la vie du Messie, l’oeuvre de Jésus à la croix, la passion du Christ. JÉSUS ENDURA LE PROCÈS
La passion du Christ fut la période la plus angoissante pour lui. Jésus endura le procès, la condamnation à mort, les moqueries, les souffrances, la flagellation, la crucifixion. Pierre s’opposa vivement à la passion de son Maître et le réprimanda. Mais Jésus le reprit, car l’apôtre ne connaissait pas le but de la mort de son Maître. LA MORT DU FILS OUVRIT LA PORTE
Jésus se rendit obéissant jusqu’à sa mort. Il accomplit un bon nombre d’Écritures. Certes, il aurait préféré prendre un autre chemin que la croix. Mais il accomplit la volonté de son Père céleste. Dans sa détresse, à la croix, Jésus prononça plusieurs paroles. La mort du Fils ouvrit la porte à sa glorieuse résurrection trois jours plus tard.
Le Père n’épargna pas son Fils qui est mort sur la croix pour le pardon des péchés d’une multitude. De cette oeuvre à la croix, il en résulte une prise de conscience des croyants sur la mort de Jésus grâce à laquelle nous sommes affranchis du péché. La réalité vint avec le sacrifice de Jésus. Seul le sang du Christ peut purifier nos péchés, car lui était le sacrifice parfait, lui seul, parce qu’il a vécu une vie exemplaire.
«Christ, vainqueur à la croix, le bon berger de ses brebis et le gardien de nos âmes, à admirablement bien payé pour nous.» Dieu nous révèle son amour du monde par la mort de son Fils bien-aimé. La signification de la mort de Jésus, qui est venu dans le monde et qui comprend la souffrance, selon la première lettre de saint Pierre, est la substitution des souffrances entre le Christ. Exemplaire par sa conduite – lui qui n’a commis aucun péché, et les croyants qui, eux aussi, connaissent la souffrance à un niveau qui varie selon chaque personne. Christ, vainqueur à la croix, le bon berger de ses brebis et le gardien de nos âmes, a admirablement bien payé pour nous.
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Nous sommes morts à nos péchés. Nous vivons donc par la justice et par la foi. Nous obtenons ainsi la paix et la grâce de Dieu. La mort de Jésus signifie aussi qu’il n’y a plus de condamnation pour les croyants libérés de la loi du péché et de sa mort.
«Quelles preuves avance-t-on de cette résurrection? Je vous parlerai un peu de cette résurrection de Jésus, car elle concerne la question de l’article.» Après la mort de Jésus, comme il l’annonça, une nouvelle croyance, sur sa résurrection, se réalise et se manifeste. Même de nos jours. Quelles preuves avance-t-on de cette résurrection? Je vous parlerai un peu de cette résurrection de Jésus, car elle concerne la question de l’article. La réponse est la suivante: sa glorieuse résurrection pour le salut de nos âmes. Si nous croyons que Jésus est vraiment résuscité, nous le serons aussi. La foi en sa personne constitue la condition principale à respecter pour la vie éternelle. IL SUFFIT DE PENSER À LA GRÂCE
L’expérience, du Christ qui est en nous, par un bon nombre de chrétiens en vie, apporte une preuve que Jésus est toujours vivant. Il suffit de penser à la grâce, à l’amour, à la foi, à la joie,
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à la prière. Une autre preuve est la suivante. Les Évangiles nous disent que des témoins trouvèrent le tombeau vide et qu’il y a eu plusieurs apparitions de Jésus à des personnes dont Marie de Magdala, les apôtres. Des anges apparurent aussi à plusieurs femmes près du tombeau. Jésus, le crucifié et le résuscité, se trouve près de son Père où il remplit des fonctions donc l’intercession pour les siens. Mais Thomas ne crut pas les autres disciples sur l’apparition de Jésus et voulut voir de ses propres yeux, toucher de ses propres mains. Selon l’évangile de saint Jean, Jésus apparût une troisième fois a plusieurs disciples sur les bords du lac de Tibériade. Plusieurs disciples pêchaient sans rien prendre. Selon les conseils de Jésus, les pêcheurs lancèrent leurs filets à droite de la barque et prirent beaucoups de poissons. Le disciple, que Jésus aimait, reconnût le Seigneur. Pierre se jeta aussitôt à la mer. Ce fut une autre manifestation de Seigneur à ses disciples. Enfin, l’apôtre Paul nous parle du corps des résuscités, de la victoire sur la mort dans sa première lettre aux corinthiens et nous apportent une réponse à notre interrogation sur notre corps cèleste. Il n’y a rien d’aussi inimaginible. EN CONCLUSION
En conclusion, nous avons vu plusieurs aspects sur la passion de Jésus pour nous et sur le péché qui nous cause parfois des problèmes de culpabilité. De plus, nous avons appris des faits sur la résurrection de JésusChrist. CENTERFOLD: The Spawning, ink pen and pencil crayon, by Gilles Chiasson
Power and Light, digital art, by Judy Minderman
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Yes I Believe, digital art, by Judy Minderman
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Lilly Loo She’s green Like the beer bottle she swigged from Spittle dripping From the corner of her frown Her short hair Tied in knots A face tattooed With unconsciousness While her heart cries Molest me not One more time Pushed out To find her way home alone Into the dark Into the hearts of men Who prey upon her selfishly For they have no courage To bravely protect her From her self loathing And the bitching hens of haughtiness Who mock her tirelessly Without ever knowing Her true story The amber moral shade Rigidly tied Excursions into compassion By way of spiritualism Are but a rational veneer to explain How we judge The steps of her audition As if she staged her angst For our benign platitudes So she dances alone In the night filled city streets Chancing danger frivolously Because it is all she can do While waving goodbye GILLES CHIASSON
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- Emily Strung out Heaven sent She's my Jesus For now, anyway. Here, have it...it's yours Tequila kisses on your... Nothing, Nothing. ( Heat. Pain. Puke. ) Hello mother! Hello? I can hear you! Emily, where are you? Emily, where are you? Emily, where are you? Emily, where are you? Why does V. always answer the Goddamn fucking door? Anyway... This is not my dream, It's yours. RICHARD DIRADDO
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Tears of despair, loneliness, and hunger Tears of pain on my window panes; stains of blood from former clientele; Of despair, loneliness, and anger and tears. I feel your presence still; But there is never a blue light. Shining in your eyes. And the sun shone upon Your golden brown hair, As you walked by. I looked up at the summer sky Like a dagger sharp And right through my heart I heard your cries through The morning light. A sign of death reached My secret heart. And I fell down oh my knees; And cried tears of relief, That the good Lord was shining; Through the emptiness, Of blue clouds, And I blew through my breath, To your sold out heart; Of pain and misery that night CYNTHIA CHUCKLY
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Behind the Walls of the Pinel Institute for the Criminally Insane HOWARD FREED
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he best example of psychiatrist F’s failure to understand a coherent and simple truth and deem it the opposite, occurred some while earlier when I was detained at Rivière des Prairies awaiting trial on some charge or other. I asked to see him. I had heard that a fellow prisoner was in danger of being transferred to nearby Pinel. I intended to speak on his behalf. While waiting for the guard who would escort me to psychiatrist F’s office, I wanted to pray. Instead, I spent fifteen minutes looking for and smoking a tare. I should have done a D. and prayed first. By doing a D’ I am referring to an old girlfriend D who always did the right thing when it should be done.
“Psychiatrist F…did not know what I was talking about…he therefore chalked my remarks up to disorganized thoughts.” In addition, she always knew what to say and do on all occasions, especially, but not exclusively, in social ones. She was always on the right side of every issue. She was always loyal to and seldom contradicted the man she was with, and was always true to herself. How she juggled these five balls I do not know but she did.
THE VIOLENT TAKE IT BY FORCE
When the hour came however, and the guard escorted me to Psychiatrist F’s office I asked for two minutes alone. I now wanted to pray. The guard refused saying that the psychiatrist F was leaving within minutes. This was an outright lie as I found out later; he was to be in the entire afternoon. The guard escorted me none too gently to the office and practically threw into a chair. I protested loudly at this treatment as the guard left the office. “You’re aggressive.” Psychiatrist F said. “I’m not aggressive! He’s aggressive! I’m defensive.” I passionately replied. Then I thought ‘being aggressive’ isn’t always bad. Psychiatrists and others in the ‘helping professions’ negatively characterize aggressive behaviours in their patients. But the police, hockey players, politicians, business men are praised for being aggressive. Bikers, Mafiosi, street gang members, skin heads and the like when not exactly praised for their aggressive behaviour are at least respected for it. Talk about hypocrisy. What I said to psychiatrist F then was with respect to the guard, myself, aggression in general but brought to another level: I quoted a New Testament verse; “And the time of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.” Psychiatrist F was not aware I was quoting scripture, nor its relevance to aggression. He did not know what I was talking about. He therefore chalked my remarks up to disorganized thoughts. (NOTE: The preceding text is an excerpt from a novella.)
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Guns 1, painting - acrylic varnished, by Jean-Christophe Tourenne
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To Believe or not to Believe Religion What is it? Why must you believe in this? Who says you must believe in this? Who says you must have a religion? Oh Father! Are you not tired of spreading lies? Your rules are foolish to mankind Open your eyes What do you see? There are People who are homeless People who have no food People who have no money People who harm others People who are sick People who have diseases Oh Father! You say to believe and all of people’s problems will go away. Throughout history Religion caused wars Give man peace Let go of your foolish beliefs Life without religion should be? No one should be judged No false stories to be told No God for all Peace. LESIA CHARKO
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Dancing flows from your Fingertips Christmas days swirl aboutcarols, gift-ing, coloured lights, Santa’s, card filling, Midnight mass, and wrap sessions. Remember to touch all these, and feel the joy that is a part of them. Look well. Be child-like: dance with snow flakes, sing along with White Christmas while you shop, spin in excitement at multicoloured gifts under pine branches, smile at red lights glowing in the park. Let go and experience wonder; let your adult heart be softened so that dancing flows from your finger tips and joy shines from you eyes into the worlds spaces. NICK SERJEANTSON
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Silence Never until the making of a flower and the humbling darkness tells with silence the last light breaking. nor never heard is the choir of the birds descending the heavens, or the sea tumbling in harness. Silence is everything to me. For I am deaf. LINDA GOULD
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Water Flowers, acrylic painting, by RenĂŠe Drouin
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La mort en rouge, mixed media, by Albert Cantin
The Onion – A Study ESTER M. CABRITA
nions are beautiful bulbous art objects. They recline leisurely on their rotund bases like primitive fertility goddesses. They are like earth mothers whose wombs are ripe with the promise of fruit, and they do not disappoint.
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BURNT ONION
An onion who is sacrificed for our pleasure should at least be “finely chopped”. Then, perhaps, “gently sautéed” The greatest sacrilege is to let onion go anywhere beyond gently browned, for once burned, an onion is no longer a pretty sight A SECRET LIFE and like an old love must be An onion's secret life is a well kept discarded. secret for who would think that underneath its unassuming brown wrap lies such a juicy, sweet, pungent surprise.
A RITUAL OF TEARS
“An onion's secret life is a well kept secret for who would think that underneath its unassuming brown wrap lies such a juicy, sweet, pungent surprise.”
To learn this secret one must go through a cleansing ritual of tears. CONSUMPTION Few are they who have not wept The final pleasure of the onion while deflowering an onion. comes during its consumption for it melds well with other foods and THE RELEASING AROMAS Oh! It is so difficult not to shed in that way is a very social and huge tears as the onion releases its friendly soul. Artists have often aromas and juices to the knife. used the onion as a subject in their One must move the scalpel gently still lifes and I can only say that the for to merely “chop” an onion is onion definitely deserves this compliment. inhuman.
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Hydroponic there is no earth there is no sky but I'm never dry I laugh I sing I'm everything It was a lie love from rocks and ugly socks a hand me down floppy bra clown looking good like a pizza made from wood clenched teeth smile like a hungry crocodile I'm a precision nose picker you'll never catch me I'm wet and slippery floating on a lonely sea unless that's what you live for to stomp out sweetness that is your core to be mean with neatness I have roots growing in water I have fruits I'm not your daughter I laugh I sing I have love and friendship and that's everything RHONA GREEN
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Torture Dérivé des terres fermes Un naufragé en mer sublime Prisonnier du bleu Quand l'abîme de l'océan coïncide avec celui des cieux, Là débute le partage de bleu Ce bleu qui s'approfondit en obscurité Ce bleu que l'aurore sait si bien dégrader Ce bleu qui tranquillement envahit sa pensée Et jusqu'aux entrailles s'en enpare Alors l'horizon est l'unique repère Seul véritable frontière De ces liquides et de ces gaz Car il n'y a point de paysage Toutes autres couleurs que bleu ne se trouve au large Du bleu à perte de vue Qui étouffe l'âme perdue L'homme dérive... où du bleu il devient fou Ce bleu qui se contemple si mal Et dans sa fin nous ne pourrions que mourir d'une mort infernale. ANNE CERDA
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Sans Titre ô première lune automnale enceinte et porteuse des fées diaphanes des guerrières honorables elles vous méritent la victoire. ô lune de mon cœur triste vous me faites don de la sagesse ô sanctuaire de vie vous acceuillez en votre luminescence les plus pauvres à votre faveur éblouie des réjouissances. LOUIS CARMEL
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Bliss, painting, by Noel Neil Marlon Evans
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Stars 1, painting - acrylic/varnish, by Jean-Christophe Tourenne
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Le don de Dieu Le don de Dieu qui s'èxécute entre tous de l'appel parmi nous à qui reconnaît ce voeu Le don de l'esprit qui prévaut à chacun en soi un à un à qui rejaillit Le don de soi rejaillit sous l'aspect de tout ces attraits en tout émoi Le don de nous se répercute en tout ce qui prévaut surtout à qui fait appel de vous Le don de tous en reconaissance de la vie du pouvoir qui se définit à qui d'autre d'entre nous FRANCIS MARQUIS
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Appel de soumission VOLUME 4, NUMÉRO 1: SPIRITUALITÉ QU'EST CE QUE BUOY? La journal artistique et littéraire Buoy est un recueil d’art. Il est mis en place par une équipe de personnes créatives qui croient que l’art est un phare qui guide à travers l’obscurité et le brouillard. Buoy c’est NOUS, et nous voulons que vous deveniez une parité de notre communauté. C’est pour cette raison que notre thème à venir n’est pas un thème en soi, mais scène pour l’art et l’écriture qui vous représente. QUE VOULONS-NOUS? Nous sommes à la recherche de votre poésie, de peintures, de dessins, de bandes dessinées, créations non fictives, des histoires courtes, des recettes ou quelque chose qui dit «C’est moi!» Si vous êtes aise de le faire, veuillez inclure une courte biographie ainsi que vos coordonnées. POUR SOUMETTRE: Contactez Vanessa Sparks par téléphone au 514 488-9119 ou par courriel à forwardhouse.education @ gmail.com. Visitez www.forwardhouse.org pour plus de détails. Les soumissions peuvent être en français ou en anglais. Aussi, svp pour votre écriture, si c’est possible, soumettre un fichier électronique. DATE LIMITE: 1er Avril, 2013
A Call for Submissions VOLUME 4, ISSUE 1 : SPIRITUALITY WHAT’S BUOY? Buoy magazine is a place for art. It is put together by a team of creative individuals that believe art is a beacon that guides through darkness and fog. Buoy is US, and we want you to become a part of our community. It is because of this that our upcoming theme is not a theme at all, but a stage for the art and writing that you feel represents you. WHAT DO WE WANT? We are looking for your poetry, paintings, drawings, comics, creative non fiction, short stories, recipes or anything that says ‘This is me’. If you are comfortable doing so, please include a short bio and your contact information. TO SUBMIT: Contact Vanessa Sparks by telephone at 514 488-9119 or email at forwardhouse.education@gmail.com. Visit www.forwardhouse.org for more details. Submissions can be in French or English. If possible please submit your written work in the electronic form of a computer file. DEADLINE: April 1��. 2013
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Previous Editions of Buoy You can find all previous copies of Buoy on the internet at the Issuu website (go to the Issuu website and type in ‘Buoy’). The last two editions of Buoy are still available in paper form; get them while you can. Call 514.488.9119 or e-mail forwardhouse.education@gmail.com to find out how.
Thank-yous The Buoy Editorial Team wishes to thank Forward House (a community based mental health organization) for their support of Buoy, especially Paul Aubin and Chris McFadden. Kudos also to all the wonderful Forward House workers who encourage their clients to submit work to Buoy and who have helped us out with their time and skills. A very big thank-you to all you who have contributed to Buoy, we love getting your work. Thanks also to our readers, you guys rock! And lastly, our thanks to Vanessa Sparks for her organization and encouragement in the Buoy making process and to Francis Cropas who had the idea for a journal in the first place.
Who’s Who The Buoy Editorial Team: Gilles Chiasson, Judy Minderman, Rhona Green, Noel Neil Marlon Evans, Susana Marquez, Nick Serjeantson, Francis Marquis, Vanessa Perez, Pascal Peladeau-Voisine, Lesia Charko, Charlie Dimanche, Marshall Young, and Celina Zimmerman. Editorial Advisor Vanessa Sparks. Design was handled by Nick Serjeantson using PagePlus with input from the editorial team. Fonts used in this edition of Buoy were Constania for content, and Impact and Zurich Xblk BT for headings and such. Buoy Winter 2013
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