New month, new @DiscorderMag!
My feature on Joyce Collingwood made the $&*#&% cover for the September issue! I’m a happy man.
As always, you can read the article here or the entire new issue right here.

A new collection of poems that tackle memory, dreams and the inner life of a fox. You can read the whole thing with your phone.
Limited edition cover.
27 pages.
$6.
(Click the button to purchase Red Sparrows In the Telephone Box)

I wrote a book.
It's a handsome collection of poetry and short prose.
It's about one man's journey from childhood to old age.
Have yourself a taste.
Available at Red Cat Records and right here.
About Rapscallions Cold Bullets When We Were Young Contact Me
An interview with the bodacious Sun Wizard. Check it out.
Remember, you can pick up a copy of Discorder at any local music or coffee shop. Usually.
Photo by Michael Irvine
Toro Y Moi // Braids // Teen Daze show
Review by Cail Judy
A sweaty good time.
Photo by Steve Louie
“Chest Full of Blues” - Cail Judy
Check out this reading of a new poem. Picture Tom Waits contemplating murder when you hear the voice.
Turn up the volume and make it full screen.
RACING THE NORTH WIND
The fox sits silent
Surveying the incoming storm.
The White flurry
furious at the light
Hungers for his sanctuary.
Luckily, he is blessed with speed and wit.
With great haste
He dives into the dark of his woods
The trees towering above
Draw their branches together
As the snow pounds against their trunks
The fox turns and dances on his hind legsLaughing at the White.
He turns and runs again
Disappearing into a tunnel of darkness that swallows him whole and complete.photo - John Fiorucci
words - Cail
Cail Interviews AUSTRA for Discorder (@DiscorderMag)
Click on the picture above to read my interview with the Polaris shortlisted AUSTRA from Toronto. We talk books, recording and her guest-appearance on a Fucked Up record.
I’ve had the honour of being published in “Poetry’s Kin”, an online poetry journal curated by the mighty Dr. Kedrick James. You can read his intro to the journal below and click the link above to see my work.
This is the first issue of POETRY’S KIN, a journal produced by University of British Columbia education students. The goal of this journal is to showcase new poetries meant to be used by teachers and students for the purpose of studying poetry in the 21st Century. Can poetry help still help us to understand our new mediated communications and help us cope with life in the “media torrent”, as Todd Gitlin calls it? This is a matter of great interest and urgency in the field of language and literacy education.
This publication is a project of poets who are teachers of poetry. It dispenses with old notions of authorship. It dispenses with notions of poetry as printed words of “poemy poets” on pristine pages. The poet is dispensable, fed to the machines, the IM of mediate attention. These are not holy icons, but new Yukons of the mind. The distant reaches of language submersed in codes beyond perception, invisible, like Adam Smith’s economic hand thrust into the new economy of attention. Can poetry survive in this new virtual land? The poems collected here grasp and shake that hand using experimental poetics that seek no mastery, but instead plumb the semantic depths hoping to discover the po/e/tential of this new information environment—to create a settlement in this strange infosphere through virtual, visual, sonic and textual inquiry: Can poetry thrive in this new environment of automatons and digital fizz? Can poetic revelations be found on the screen? Can we come closer in kinship using the tools of solipsistic discourse?
There is only one way to find out.
—Kedrick James
I just got the proof for my new book Red Sparrows In the Telephone Box. I’m really happy with how it turned out.
The first fifty copies will have a limited-edition cover using a heavy card stock that’s no longer being made.
You can pick up a copy at the “Return To Wolf Mountain” show on Thursday at Cafe Montmartre. Kapow!
Cail’s Indian Wars Feature // @DISCORDER
Another month, another feature. Indian Wars is a fantastic Vancouver band that combines the toughness of garage with the working class nature of Johnny Cash.
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“Little by little, one travels far.”— J.R.R. Tolkien (via yoursecretgarden)
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Pakistan: Still Displaced by the Floods
Young children sleep in a room filled with aid supplies inside the high...
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ahahahahha i am drunk while seeing this. laughign my ass off. i wanan fuckin cry, hahahahahaa
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I tried to call you but the line was busy
Were you talking to a friend?
And when I tried again much later
I didn’t want to let it ring again
So you can see I’ve got a problem
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One of my favorite pictures from our TROPA board retreat. You cook that rice Marc Jay.
GF (Greatest Friend), knows how to cook?!
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this jacket is awesome.
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I finished preparing the table for dinner and I saw my Gorky books in my grandmother’s suitcase, which means she’s taking them back to Napier with...
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ONCE AGAIN I MOUSTACHE TOO MUCH OF YOU HARRY
ONCE AGAIN I MOUSTACHE TOO MUCH OF YOU HARRY
ONCE AGAIN I MOUSTACHE TOO MUCH OF YOU...