Saturday, January 24, 2015


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Monday, January 19, 2015


Starring John Paul Tremblay,
Robb Wells,
Mike Smith,
John Dunsworth,
Patrick Roach,
Lucy Decoutere,
Sarah Dunsworth,
Jonathan Torrens
Created by Mike Clattenburg
It’s a Canadian show that’s been around for years, but it’s still not that well known. Partly this is because it runs on Netflix. Superficially lewd and greasy, “Trailer Park Boys” revels in class issues and presents a stunning array of flawed gems with clearly defined, highly detailed characters.
Small-time crooks Julian (Tremblay) and Ricky (Wells) are the subjects of a documentary detailing their release from jail and return to their trailer park home. Waiting for them is trailer park supervisor Jim Lahey (Dunsworth), a former cop who drinks a great deal of liquor and spends most of his time plotting with his dutiful shirtless sidekick Randy (Roach) ways to catch Ricky and Julian and send them back to jail. He even keeps a flashing light on his dashboard for pullover purposes while he drives around the trailer park, drink clinking in hand.
Most of the action focuses on Ricky, sleeping in Julian’s junker and trying to find a quick way to get ahead. Initially the series devotes a high degree of detail explaining the cameras following characters. Part of the charm of the show is this contrived “reality” aspect.
As Bubbles, perhaps the most inspired character in the series, Mike Smith is so convincing, to see him in interviews is kind of shocking. Bubbles, who lives in a shed and loves kitties, wears very thick glasses which magnify his eyes, has a remarkably undershot jaw and tends to point a finger in the air when he talks. But strangely, that’s not like Mike Smith at all.
The writing with the first couple of seasons in particular is phenomenal. Remaining intentionally vague to preserve the plot, suffice to say what speaks best of this hilarious show is that all of the characters are interesting, and we love the bad ones as much as we love the good ones.
It’s not the kind of show that has a sit-com look. No static, stagey set. The actors don’t act like actors at all. Swiftian sarcasm initially may seem to make light of its subject matter. But “Trailer Park Boys” isn’t mean-spirited. Behind the delicious lowness is friendship and noble resilience. Ricky, more than others, endures his humiliations, yet always in ways where we see the bigger story and recognize his otherwise hidden badges of honor.
Profane, yes. Part of the charm. So much so, the three main Trailer Park Boys have a movie called Swearnet. There are also a couple of “Trailer Park Boys” movies. I haven’t seen Swearnet. In that film they are fictionalized versions of their real selves. Evidently it does have literally the most swearing of any movie ever. But I don’t think that the movie releases, which I have seen, are as good as the first few seasons of the show because the pacing gets dragged out and there’s too much self-awareness.
Most episodes are freely available on YouTube. If you check that out, also look for the 3-minute fictional pilot episode of “Liquor Stories with James Lahey.” Quite the bonus treat.

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Friday, January 16, 2015


A homeless woman telepathically communicates with an extra-dimensional being and undergoes a powerful change.

The ceaseless gray river over the mountains explores. Arching claws of fallen limbs and yellowed leaves dotting mottled bramble mark the primordial morning. In the cold chill, crisp green boughs still drip the night's rain. West of the Avenue, shades of mud spiked with russet scrub stretch below, mountains mirrored muted in the shallow shimmer of the Eel.

The woman who lives under the bridge treks early with something bulky in a pack on her back. At the sound of an approaching car, she waits behind a tree. She isn't trying to hide. She's only waiting for the car to pass by because of a redwood right up next to the road.

A black 4x4 with mud dried on the sides blares by. Some kid on his way to school, punching the accelerator up the hill perhaps because he has seen her in his rear view mirror. He might even recognize her. Lots of people around here know of the woman who lives under the bridge.

Moments later, the semi-silence resumes, a deep quiet broken only by the downshifting trucks on the highway a mile off, and the remainder of the rain dripping slowly from the trees, and the sound of her own steps on the gray winding road.

When she reaches the pullout she seeks she trots at increased speed because she hears a car coming down the towering tunnel of trees and this time actively doesn't want to be seen. Out of view she slows down, breathing hard, and wipes the sweat off her brow with the back of each hand. The hair on her head is uneven from botched self-cuts. For expediency she sometimes tries to pull a Sinead O'Connor, but just like all of the so-called men she ever met in her life, the disposable Bics she finds never last for long.

The rock-strewn road she walks is rarely used. At the sight of fallen giants crisscrossing the creek she squeaks delight and devotes a moment to investigate...

Photo by David Wilson


Tuesday, January 13, 2015


I'm Stewart Kirby, and I'd like you tell some lies.

Sign up for my Creative Writing class at the College of the Redwoods Garberville Instructional Site this Spring and write the story you've always dreamed. .

This community education course is open to all levels of writing and will focus on developing story-writing muscles by jumping in and getting started. The closest thing to a textbook will be the second half of Stephen King's ON WRITING, the gist of which being: Write a few pages every day, setting aside consistent time and space to enter that form of self-hypnosis which allows the writer to record characters attempting to resolve conflict.

No previous work necessary. This class focuses on starting and ending one or more stories. The purpose of the forum is to legitimize the time required to show events with setting, conflict and resolution, or some intriguing facsimile thereof, for a duration of eight weeks. Write one long story, or a story each week, or a combination, and share it with an audience.

If you're looking for writing motivation, and a group to give some feedback, sign up and get hacking.

Working on a story every day, always keep the flashlight just a little bit ahead. Planning too much either bottlenecks the flow and seizes up the process, or the process grinds laboriously out...and reads that way.

I think the best way to prepare for a story is to know your world, first of all. You have to have something to say. The atmosphere of your work needs to reflect your ethos. Every story you write is a branch from that one trunk

Begin by writing the first sentence and go from there. Write what you know. You can write about anything you like, and as long as there's emotional truth, readers will get it. Let characters breathe and move. Write to find out what you're writing about. Be daring and embrace failure. Develop a thick skin without losing your sensitivity.

Eliminate distractions. Dangle ideas on scraps of paper in front of you and remove them as they get addressed. Some stories take longer. The longer they sit, the harder they are to revive. Joining the class gives the excuse to make that daily commitment.

Keep audience in mind. Grammar and punctuation are the tools. Be adept.

How does the opening sentence sound? What pulls the reader in?

These things and much more to be considered in the company of fellow writers. 


I'm the weekly movie reviewer for The Independent over the past thirteen years. I've got print books of my stories available throughout Humboldt County and beyond, and I read my story LOST COASTER on the first Thursday of every month on KMUD 91.1 FM Garberville radio.

Sign up, and bring a friend!

Classes run Tuesday nights 5:30 - 8:00pm
March 3 through May 5

To register, call 707-476-4500

Here's you calling up: "Hello? College people?" All innocent-sounding. And I promise you, unless I am very much mistaken, you will then be transported to a hidden realm where wonders await. Traveling via underground rail, being careful to buckle up and remain seated, initially you might thrill a little bit too much when you see how risky the ride--very dark, very winding, gotta keep your hands and arms inside at all times and it wouldn't be a bad idea to duck--and in fact this initial thrill will probably last the whole way if you survive intact down to the gondola.

Ah, the gondola. I think it's worth registering if only for a chance to check out the vast system of grottoes. Silence broken by magnified drips echoing in the blackness...

Saturday, January 3, 2015


Safe to say not too much will happen on the music front, but I share the evidence of the experience because I had a great time. Personal circumstances caused a geographic rift soon after the band formed. I held out hopes that we could share audio files and make some songs, thereby keeping at it, improving, and developing an audience until we could get together to jam, play some gigs and record.

For about a year, we stayed in contact, met a couple times. After we recorded two songs at a radio station in Oregon, I talked with another in California and we got some radio play. So basically, every time I listen to a CrowMag song, or share CrowMag music here, it's like I dig up a rotted body and start dancing around with it.








Form and content in poetry in particular used to be extremely important to me.
So important, I had to show it. A lot.
Listening to birds outside my window, I was driven to express in language which didn't just capture the sound, but also visually propelled the experience. When I wanted to reveal the concealment of Sasquatch, I saw in the form a way to show the content.


turns beats written in English
gradually into claw-like marks
fading away which could just
as easily be multiplied increasingly
into total overlapping blackness,
a shift in form speaking to the
shift in understanding the
language of forbidden knowledge.

Forms of Bigfoot
openly hidden in the content.

and the way hidden forms
extend the more we look
fascinated me like a mental
Big Bang
so much, and for so long,
it's part of my DNA.

Reads straight across,
and diagonally, too.

Palindromes and anagrams a must.

I write for The Independent,
I have a radio show on KMUD 91.1 FM Garberville,
I teach Creative Writing for College of the Redwoods
and I have print books of my stories available all around
Humboldt County and beyond.

Welcome to the Redwoods!

Hey, wanna see a giant flea?