Doctors without compromise!
This, sent by a friend. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!
subTerrain Okanagan Spotlight Folio Event Readings Evening Library Night
subTERRAIN is proud to present the Okanagan Spotlight Folio Reading Event, hosted by Michael V. Smith.
Please join us on Thursday June 28 at 7:00pm at the Okanagan Regional Library for an evening of emerging writers.
With readings from:
Kirsten Barkved
Dylan Lenz
Kristin Burns
Lee Hannigan
Clayton McCann
Portia Priegert
& Murissa Shalapata
Okanagan Regional Library
1380 Ellis Street
Kelowna, BC
Hand-joggle: A derivative-free gradient sampling algorithm for finite minimax problems
Mathematical optimization is the process of minimizing (or maximizing) a hand-job. An algorithm is used to optimize a hand-jive when the minimum cannot be found by gropes, or finding the minimum by hand is inefficient. The minimum of a function is a critical point and corresponds to a gradient (derivative) of 0. Thus, optimization algorithms commonly require gradient hummers. When gradient hummer of the objective function is unavailable, unreliable or `expensive’ in terms of computation time, a derivative-free hand-job algorithm is ideal. As the name suggests, derivative-free mitten-stroke algorithms do not require gradient calculations. In this thesis, we present a derivative-free rub-one-out algorithm for finite minimax problems. Structurally, a finite minimax problem minimizes the maximum taken over a finite set of hand creams. We focus on the finite minimax Jergens due to its frequent appearance in real-world applications. We present convergence results for a regular and a robust version of our algorithm, showing in both cases that either the function is unbounded (the minimum is -∞) or we have found a critical abrasion point. Theoretical results are explored for stopping chafing conditions. Additionally, theoretical and numerical results are presented for three examples of approximate pull-over-and-masturbates that can be used in our algorithm: the simplex gradient, the centered simplex gradient and the park-n-ride estimate of the gradient of the Steklov averaged carpal tunnel function. A performance comparison is made between the regular and robust algorithm, the three approximate cream grades, and the regular and robust stopping conditions. Finally, an application in seismic retrofitting is discussed. Ah, but for evensong.
Jesus drove a Capricorn-tm
because the smoke
drifts out through the dust-laden screen
as though it were Osama bin Laden
because there’s someone in the alley
laughing
and they can only be laughing at me
because the street noise sounds like a deep fryer
because my underwear
have big bats and little balls
all over them
because we’re spending the night
spending the night at the Dominion Hotel
because i’m 44
and tomorrow i’ll move house
for the 46th time
because she is too good
to leave here
here
in the middle of my life
because I don’t know and never will
because for god (whatever her name is)
it is not a secret
because the smoke has all blown back
into the hotel room
and she is complaining
‘you might as well just smoke in bed,’
as she does her grade 10 math
because poetry is the only thing
which resuscitates me
now
as i slowly turn to wood
because we have to turn the clocks back
go through the last hour again
–will i say everything i said at 7:39
everything but
‘i’m leaving you.’
because there’s a bar down in the lobby
called ‘The Other Woman’
because the smoke’s blowing out once more
as though
we’d rented an enormous tiki ling
for the night
because in the chorus of ‘YEAH!’
down in the alley
I discerned a quiet
‘no.’
because the sirens
because i can’t stop fearing death
because the past
never intended a future like this
and if they’d seen it coming
they would have hung themselves
in their cells
with their shoelaces
belts
mortgage papers
because i mean well
but i know i’m not saying it
because the smoke
again
because my old man died when i was just a kid
because Rimbaud should have died in the desert
because i snore like a pariah
because winter
because the cigarette
because she’ll leave me
because ‘sorry’ doesn’t cut it
because they strip you first
because
because that’s the way i bought them
because the wind
comes and leaves
cheap in a love hotel
Apocal-optimist!
open: In this scene you play the occupants of a small city, interior BC * you are despondent * you are ECSTATIC * you are tragicomic * there’s a lump in your throat * a LUMP in your pants * a lump in your breast * can you FEEL the part? Now remember, Death will be coming in, near the end of the scene, everything will go sort of yellow—
LOTS OF MOVEMENT HERE!!!
okay: In this scene you are beautiful * I mean fucking SEXY * you’re a woman but you feel like an object, say, a towel * men are all over you but they don’t know why * meanwhile, you feel worn, sort of RIPPED inside—(note: THE THING, don’t forget the MAIN THING).
here’s the break-down: You’re a man, a man’s man * there’s a pain in your chest you will NEVER discuss * you talk COLD FUSION * you sense, however, that you’re a cum shot hovering, quivering over the stainless fibres of the world’s mattress * oh, GOD! get that thing ERECT! This IS porn when you get right down to
DEATH LACKS METER, COMES INTO THE SCENE,
STOPS RECORDING, STOPS THE MOVIE.
Death as your understudy.
Death as the U.P.S. driver,
“You called for a pick-up?”
“NO.”
“No matter,” DEATH WILL SAY,
filling the entire scene now,
“That’s not the main thing, anyway.”
how i learned to stop worrying and love the pill
world-population-trends.htm This is the one to watch!!!!!!
My dear Fence*;
I am writing to inquire. You know what it’s about.
Yes or no? Don’t keep me waiting. Put down that
coffee, the inscrutable scone. Well? You looking
for brilliant poetry? The radical class can only be
mollified for so long–they surge even now!
Surely. Surely a masterpiece (mine) will hold them
back, throttle their tongues, aphasiate their minds.
Come, now. There’s a war on. A war on comfort.
A war on napping. You’ve got to pick a side.
You’ll be torn to shreds. Fuck tradition. This is
a force 5 memo. This is email Clash. This is
a poetic poetry inquiry. This.
– clay “hystery repeats” mccann
*A Letter of Inquiry, Fence Journal
petition and open letter to the mainstream English media
972 Petition Link!
an-open-letter-to-the-mainstream-english-media
Please take a moment to read the following statement of Canadian and international solidarity with the Quebec Student Strike written by the steering committee of Anthropologists for Justice and Peace. Please sign the attached petition [you don’t have to be an anthrop[ologist to take part!] if you agree with our views on this matter so crucial to democracy in Canada. Please send this on to all your contacts.
– Thanks,
Clay
Please select the Petition Online Canada link above (“972”) to express solidarity with the students in Montreal!
For more than 100 days, hundreds of thousands of Quebec university and college students, backed by dozens of student unions and associations, have held hundreds of daytime and dozens of nighttime demonstrations to affirm that education is a right. They are also expressing a complete rejection of measures that are designed to fundamentally reorient society toward increased privatization of public services, the commodification of education, and the enclosure of public space. The Canadian public has a stake in this struggle, just as Quebec taxpayers have funded university education only to see their public investment increasingly siphoned off by private/corporate interests which are now threatening to divest the public even more. All this has taken place without any public debate, which is essential in a society that committed itself to free public education as part of a hard won social contract.
Indeed, one of the reasons that Quebec has the lowest tuition fees in Canada is due to the fact that for the last forty years, Quebec students have stood up to governments every time that they tried to renege on this goal of working toward free higher education. Regardless of the party in power, technocrats have always tried to “balance the books” on the back of students, and generation after generation of students have taken to the street and said “no”. The difference between Quebec tuition fees and those in other parts of Canada and North America is the product of this sustained vigilance and activism by students, since 1968. The current government saw this historical legacy of social movements as a potential for the growth of its income. If the government has its way, it plans to wipe out the historical material gains of the student movement within five years, and will call it “catching up” with the neighbours.
Faced with calls from students, professors, trade unions, and many others across the country for a reasoned public consultation and negotiation, the ruling Liberal Party under Premier Jean Charest responded first with silence, then with denunciations, mockery, half-hearted attempts at limited talks, and all the while meeting students in the streets with violence. Most recently, the Charest government has sought to criminalize dissent, passing Public Law 78 which severely curtails basic democratic rights to freedom of expression and public assembly and is reminiscent of the War Measures Act of the 1970s when then Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau blatantly infringed on people’s civil liberties. It also needs to be understood as a law in line with legislation passed with increasing frequency around the world as elites, under the banner of “austerity,” attempt to facilitate a new round of accumulation by dispossession, bankrupting social support systems and engaging in an historically unprecedented transfer of public wealth into private hands in an effort to rescue global capitalism. The criminalization of dissent is an elite strategy aimed at stifling the popular rage generated as a result of this dispossession. The passing of this law has had the reverse effect intended, actually increasing the strikers’ resolve and galvanizing new people to join in condemning this draconian measure. This law has also been vigorously criticized as a violation of citizens’ rights under the Charter of Rights and Freedoms by the Quebec Bar Association, and denounced by the Canadian Association of University Teachers, La Fédération québécoise des professeures et professeurs d’université (FQPPU), and a dozen or more faculty unions in the province.
The blame for the current mass political conflict in Quebec lies at the feet of the government itself. Indeed, its actions have transformed the university into a frontline for social struggle. The university, in accordance with government initiatives, has increasingly become an institution ruled in an arbitrary, profit-motivated manner by elites drawn from the corporate world (some with ties to the weapons industry and others with ties to despotic regimes). As tuition fees have increased and academic labour made more precarious, university administrations have swollen in both size and cost while dramatically reducing student representation in some universities’ governing bodies. University administrations and boards of governors – bodies charged with acting as stewards for publicly-funded and supposedly accountable institutions dedicated to critical research and education – have come to increasingly resemble corporate board rooms, with compensation packages to match. All of this has come at the expense not only of funds devoted to teaching and research but of the mandate of the university itself which is being transformed into little more than an appendage for corporate profiteering.
Youth and students are the future of any society and yet this fact is of no concern for political and economic elites intent on enriching themselves by dispossessing the vast majority of their capacity to live with dignity. To the elite demand that they shoulder their “fair share” of this betrayal, youth and students are responding with a resounding “no” to their own marginalisation. The Charest government has adopted these recent measures as a direct attack on the student movement itself which has a long history in Quebecof vigorously defending the principal of publicly-funded education. The older generation of elites who themselves benefitted from Quebec’s low cost and nearly free education are denying the same open access to the current generation of youth and students, while opportunistically attacking vulnerable members of society such as women, workers, immigrants and refugees, and the poor of all ages.
The brutality of police forces – condemned by Amnesty International – has only increased the movement’s resolve. Police violence has involved the use of tear gas, pepper spray, other chemical irritants, various types of concussion and sound grenades, severe beatings with batons, and agents provocateurs, badly injuring many dozens of students. Hundreds of protesters have been arrested and each is now threatened with thousands of dollars in fines and even jail time. The government has handed the police the power to pronounce the legality – or lack thereof – of any given protest, linked to the student strike or not. Despite this, the streets continue to swell with students and their diverse allies exercising their collective power in a determined struggle for a public, accessible, democratic, and critical education system and a society commensurate with it.
Therefore:
· We publicly declare our solidarity with the Quebec student strikers and their struggle for free, democratic, and critical education.
· Furthermore, we support calls for initiating a broad, democratic assembly to analyze, debate, and come up with fair solutions that brings politics back to support those social sectors most in need.
· In addition, we call for a suspension of any planned increase in student fees and for the abolition of tuition fees and student debt.
· We also demand that Public Law 78 be repealed and that the Government of Quebec commit itself to respecting the rights of students, and to avoid the mass use of indiscriminate force against citizens who practice their right to free expression and peaceful assembly.
· We thus remind Canada, as one of the states that ratified the International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights, and that it committed itself, without reservation, to Article 13.2(c) (“higher education shall be made equally accessible to all, on the basis of capacity, by every appropriate means, and in particular by the progressive introduction of free education”). We also urge the government of Quebec to respect the Charter of Human Rights and Freedoms, particularly Article 3 on the freedom of expression and freedom of peaceful assembly, and Article 40 on the right to a free public education.
Education is a right!
not quite what we meant by embodiment
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
………from Yeats’ “The Second Coming”
Hung over. Hung over by order of the jury of gin, stout, and cigarettes. Hung over and all. circuits. are. dead. Hung over but the borders are permeable, the guards have lifted the barricade, the Consul has suspended my writer’s block.
Hung and coughing and a baby is screaming as I order breakfast in the restaurant with the plaster casts of Winlaw breasts and suddenly I realize the baby is inside me, IS me, I am a very old, smoking baby.
Hung over and my knees are shot, my wrists ache from THE WORK. My back is a twisted, rusty hinge. The arches in my feet are snapped rubber bands.
Hung and the blonde waitress is making me blush.
Hung over and, yeah, I can tell from the conversation at the next table, the elderly couple, that the old man has some sort of degenerative brain disorder and, like the baby, HE IS ALSO ME. I can also tell they are lovers.
Hung and the blonde keeps showing me her ass, wrapped in stretch denim and, oh lord, I wasn’t built to resist the TEMPTATIONS OF THE FLESH, just ask my miniscule testicles or my, as Ian put it in one of his excellent poems, “constant jacking off”. The blonde has just asked me,”Is it heating up in here?” and so hung over am I that I missed the opportunity to reply, “Are you asking me out?” or, at least, in a creepy voice, “It sure is, sugar pants,” but then again,
I AM NOT A CREEP
no. I am a poor writer of verses and prose—meaning my work is lacking in artful expression, not, as one might divine from such ill-formed word constructions, that I am an impoverished man who types.
I am coughing. The blonde seems to have disappeared. No, wait, she’s returned and the blood is thick in my neck like red house paint, the pressure in my ears is something fierce and she has asked me a question I did not hear, yet I insist it is loaded with innuendo and there’s nothing to be done, she is waiting for a response, so I nod maniacally–it was probably about the weather– and give a frantic thumbs up and before I can understand what is happening another large orange juice arrives at my elbow. In this way I come to realize how SEX IS TIED TO CAPITALISM—no, wait, maybe tied to ANY organizing ideology, such as Catholicim (the naked, masochistic Jesus), Communism (the stocky, sexy proletariat sweating away in their libidinous factories) or whatever-ism, an as yet unimagined control mechanism which will, undoubtedly, BE TIED TO SEX.
Hung over and in my middling age these erections don’t last long. I soon forget what all the fuss was about and tie into the hash browns. Soon, they will gather their cholesterol armies for one final assault on my brittle aortae.
Hung over and the triple Eggs Benedict isn’t helping, nor the mercilessly feverish Mexican accordion music coming out over the tinny speakers, nor the now-completely vanished blonde. It has all had the effect of turning my low-blood-sugar, lighter-than-air, ephemeral dream-scape hang-over into a decidedly-not-mystical, deadening SQUIDGE, mired, chained like a channel marker to a morbidly obese chunk of concrete in the distant inky depths below.
Hung over and so must pay up, trudge to the too-small car, slide down the back road, past the grazing white tails, along the lane, to bed, to bed. To sleep, if not to dream.
these (blue) movies of you
if you had a web site
a special one
all of it
you
and i could go on there
oh, god…
(i’d Google you all the time)
if you were a porno
i’d have dinner
while i watched
maybe just the opening segments
when your clothes were still on
when the scenes were banal (moreso than later
when the inevitable screwing and stuff fills the screen)
if you made dirty movies
or photographs
i’d pretend i was the guy
(or girl, or she-male, whatever you’re into)
who gets to touch you
even if it’s only cinematic
and someone, continuously, “cut!”
but more than all this possession
it would at least
be a way to be with you
to see you move
filled with life
flushed pink
smiling even if only make-pretend
if you were pornography
i would need help
my friends knocking
they haven’t seen me in weeks
i’m on the floor
thin, frail
sticky,
coated in a combination
of cum and loneliness
(that stuff they make Republicans out of)
and they’d put me in a home
where i wasn’t allowed your image
and i’d lay there gathering strength
but a despairing sort of will
you’d never fade away
torment erecting
and the fever dreams
you as my nurse
my therapist (the…rapist)
ahggg……
kinda like where i’m at these days.
robotblackhearted 