Guttersnipe: Music, Movies, Comics, Books, Fashion

it’s winnipeg/
it’s the concert hall
on yet another/
bugger/d/ly frigid/ly
shivery
thursday night

manitoba music and film
showcase

as deco dawson
says
it’s cold
it’s cheap
it’s a place
where indie filmmakers
can survive

and we watch his
9 minute film
dumb angel
of inward
eye’s anders
drumming
beating
maestro/ing
on his kit

his sticks
the maestro’s
batons

the film is two minutes too
long
fireworks ex[plode

and then

the evening finally bangs
a gong when
inward
eye
does their one song

(every musician had one song)

fireworks deep inside
the branded brain

of guy maddin
whose
film
my winnipeg
(oh!winnipeg!)
has just been branded
on the brain
as one of the best three
films of the year!!!!

winnipeg!

guy maddin’s winnipeg!
and the pre/talk of
his five minute
live narration
of a segment of
guy’s winnipeg

the big block
white house
on ellice
of his childhood
his re/cur/ring
dr/eam

“i didn’t file income
tax
for twenty years.”

that
s winnipeg
for an artist

you can survive and thrive
and build your
portfolio

and become

guy maddin

here comes deco dawson

or

the royal art lodge

from leo mol to wanda koop
there is the royalty

you can be a movement
in art
or a movement in the bowels
the deepest/blackest fart

but you can try

and you can survive

the ladies man
vertigo
jerry lewis
alfred hitchcock

just a couple of guy’s
top all timers

and the brilliant
discordant
dream/like
poetics
of guy’s live
overdubs

leads into the finale

the waking eyes

walking on stage

no drum kits
no maestros
no big or little bass
hey mr tambourine man
play me

“All Empires Fall!!!!”
yells some yahoo
from the back

oh, that was merely
little i

and they launch
into a stripped down
beautiful
melodic/ly
inspired/ly
version
of all empires fall
and i danced
the icicle works
of minus thirty/five

outside/inside

you hear the beauty
of the song
the pop/star
energy
of inspiration
passion
playing
off
fingers
and hearts
on display
indoor fireworks
(elvis costello)

all empires fall!

last week
the amazing jazzy
meat puppet/y
(early times)
fo!ps
cooked ragpickers
ultra
packed sweaty dance floor

ragpickers
the place for everything
vintage
in clothing
rentals and to buy
so when you’re in winnipeg
my winnipeg
guy’s winnipeg
our winnipeg
one cheap city
for every artist!

ridley bent’s here now
not for the low rent
but for Love

come to ragpickers
hang around
with the strangler
and vintage smells

and feel the leather
the silk

caress the dance floor
with your bare feet

dancing to the fo!ps

jr hill

last night
was the duhks
at the park
packed house
one guy
dancing from the first
drum beat
and yeah

it’s me

hey eugene
pink martini
i will taste the blood
from the dance floor
to your beating bass
drum
hearts
on fire

dance with me!

and so the floor finally packed
up
in the second set
and that’s what i came for
the packed dance floor

it’s the eyes and the smiles
of the band
for the dancing man
the dancing woman
men women and the little
girl
with her dad

dance with me!

off to the albert
and it’s american flamewhip
punking up robs
night
a celebration for a beloved music
writer going for surgery
to repair a degenerating hip

and then
it’s the punkest band
this city
(mag7s incredible winnipeg song))
has to offer
the hot live guys
and it’s fire
flames and the guitar guy
swinging and sliding down
the stairs
bruising battering
his
skeletal body
my hands
up
every time
he tornado/ed near
me fear (me)
i don’t know when he’s going
to jump or bull rage
into the audience
the spectators

beware

the hot live guys

fear them

cuz all empires fall

to the waking eyes
to the hot live guys

to guy maddin
to deco dawson

my winnipeg

thrives!

-eugene osudar, 11/01/09