end of August

Once again, another month of August comes to an end. Summer fades into fall. The cat had a good stretch. A woman at the tabernacle gazed into the future.

barrage of information

Lohbado rubbed his puffy old eyes, exhausted from an extravaganza of alphabet, lines, shapes, colours. As he closed his eyes he saw swirling coloured letters, the whole alphabet in a hip hip display. One letter faded away; a new appeared. He wasn't sure where to focus. Car wash, frozen hamburger patty on the way to market, mechanic, be careful. One false move and you could end up in an accident.

Montreal traffic

Avenue Van Horne Montreal

It's nice they're fixing the streets of Montreal, fresh pavement. But it intensifies driving experience. It's super dangerous for cyclists and pedestrians. It's frustrating for motorists. Right now the traffic is backed up on the side street where I live, since huge trucks and machines are paving the main artery around the corner. I closed the front window to keep out smog. Lohbado took the above photos during a bicycle outing on Friday.

Prologue: Lohbado the clown

Lohbado decided to start a new play list for his memoirs, which have no beginning and no end, an extravaganza of sight and sound, a short sequence, easily forgotten.

re-assuring presence

sculpture by Glen LeMesurier

Lohbado exists as a kind of Robinson Crusoe, shipwrecked in a lone world in the city of Montreal. Being alone intensifies things to breaking point. It could be positive in so far as it opens the mind and creates greater awareness of the senses. The idea is to appreciate what's out there, to be content with what you have and to smile, realizing one is a grain of sand among billions of sand grains. One is a mode of infinite nature.

While riding around, Lohbado noticed how certain forms, whether it be a window in a brick wall, or an old turret roof or a metal sculpture in silhouette soothed his mind. They offered reassurance that he was part of a vast world of intelligent, creative people who likewise enjoy sensual beauty. One could be alone and yet connected. It's like drinking strong coffee. It takes getting used to, but can be invigorating.

repetition

 Routine, ritual, to repeat an activity at regular intervals, to take a photo of a friend about once a month or seated in a chair, where he volunteers as a receptionist, it’s a friendly interaction. Smile. Look this way. Click.

colourful corners Montreal

Lohbado stopped in a colourful park by St Laurent and Marianne in Montreal to catch his breath and take a few photos.

he only wanted to know

walk in the park

It's too late to turn back. You got what you wanted. The Great Nomroh heard your secret wish to know. The time has come to pick up pen, paper, camera, paint brush, whatever is at hand and to transcribe dictation from the roar of traffic, jet planes, machinery and miscellaneous sounds of the street. Environmental voices shouted out what you wanted to know in a way you're not likely to understand, unless maybe you quit trying so hard. For consolation you're allowed to drink yeasty or distilled brew and to eat traditional substances.

to be in a body

Short video poem about thirst, hunger and desire.

Lohbado connecting with the eclipse in Montreal 2017 (partial)

Lohbado sealed his vows to the sun and the moon with a glass of Bavarian Witches Brew during a partial eclipse. Fake book might suspend his account if he revealed the ingredients. It's a recipe from oral tradition going back to an eclipse which occurred in the Cha Region of the Poh Valley 250, 000 years ago during the Yee Haw Controversy.

at the wedding

Lohbado wandered around and took some photos, then after a few drinks, settled back to enjoy the joyous atmosphere of the happy event. see photo gallery after the jump

going places

Once in a while Lohbado gets to ride in a motor vehicle in Montreal. Here are a few pictures of going somewhere to meet friends, for a friendly evening of good cheer. A sense of excitement, a grid of white lines and yellow stripes, vehicles turning at intersections, red lights, green and amber, it was fun

Tabernacle

 Lohbado dusted off various bottles from the Moronovian Tabernacle in preparation for ritual purification and celebration. In response to mounting hatred and intolerance, disturbing streams in the psychosphere, the Chief Nomroh performed incantations from The Book of Oogah and distributed glasses of blood red Bavarian Witches' Brew as well as yeasty beer and savoury wine to wash down bread, cheese and flesh of the earth. Cakes made of woody plants soaked in rain water and fermented river stream interacted with air-borne toxins. Baked at a very high temperature, it provided a gamey type of bannock.

ritual purification

Purification number 8, pronounced ate. Ate is a word in itself, plus a syllable. Many words end with the sound ate, for example investigate, instigate, amalgamate, interrogate, ovulate, watergate. The list is endless. Ate refers to digestion, the past of to eat. The digestive process begins, masticate, chew. Later one could urinate and defecate. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Purify your mind of shame and fear. Don't be afraid of microbes. Don't be afraid of putting solids and liquids into your body. At one level, orality could even be fun, as in a glass of wine and a piece of bread, famous ritual substances. Eliminate hate. Celebrate

Music in the park

There's nothing like relaxing with friends in one of Montreal's lush green parks to play a little music.

don't be dogmatic

colorized ink drawings from Lohbado's sketchbook

Sometimes the mind gets sucked into an ideology, a cluster of concepts, a model of existence, a belief system or religious conviction. This could be an obstacle to further exploration. The dogmatic approach sets limits. It says: ok, this is as far as we go. Anything beyond that is just nonsense. Those who persist in going father than what we agree upon as constituting truth are rebels, or radical thinkers out to destroy certainty. Things are already laid out. You don't have to reinvent to wheel. All you have to do is trust, obey and do it because daddy said so, because daddy knows best.

In fact, being is infinite. Things are infinitely divisible. Things interconnect, one thing leading to another in an infinite network. One's perception occurs within the range of things that become large enough to be perceived. It's like watching a bird appear in the sky. The bird flies about. One watches the bird fly away, becoming smaller in the distance, until it is a tiny dot then vanishes from view. One's experience of the bird occurs between the moment it appears in one's visual field to the moment it vanishes, or from the moment one notices the thing until one spaces out, gets distracted, or stops noticing the thing.

So unless a person is aware of all things at all times, in other words, unless a person knows everything, how can a person be so sure? How can a person say: ok, this is as far as we go, when there's so much more to explore? How can a person say, this is it, when what the person presents is merely a part of an infinite multiplicity of things?

Club morono recommends an inquisitive approach. Be open minded, friendly, imaginative, playful and have a sense of humour. Be willing to admit one could be wrong and that there's more to the picture than meets the eye.