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A while back I got a call from a fellow at one of Canada’s major newspapers. He said, “I write a column about where celebrities in Toronto shop.”

This was interesting as I had never thought of myself as a person whom he would be calling.

One of my friends goes to Value Village. He calls it Le Village De Value.

I said, “Le Village De Value.”

“Where is that?” he said.

I repeated it thinking he would get it but he didn’t (I guess he really thought I was a celebrity in the sense, I find myself writing, that he meant. By which I mean that I am a Celebrity now that I think about it as a great many people know my name and my work). Finally I said, “Value Vilage.”

“Where do you eat?” he asked.

“My kitchen,” I replied.

“Where is that?” he asked.

I explained that years ago I used to eat in restaurants. I tipped well. Generally, I got very good service. One day, however, I got incredibly rude service, the worst ever in my life. That caused me to reflect that with the amount of money I was spending there feeding myself I could feed a lot of people at home. In that moment I stopped eating in restaurants and started eating (and sharing) at home.

To my surprise when the interview was over the man interviewing me said, “You are the only person I have talked to for this column who makes sense. Thank you.”

Andy Warhol said, “Think rich. Dress poor.”

I am with Andy.  5/25/2015.

June 2015 At The Cineforum, Toronto, Canada.

PINK FLOYD 1THE CINEFORUM, 463 Bathurst Below College Across From The Beer Store (416-603-6643)

In 1992 I was screening out of a bar up the street. A conflict with the management led me to move the program to my home for what I thought would be one night. “We like this,” said the people who walked in. Cecil Taylor said, “The key to success in the arts is to find a small place in your own city where you can present your ideas without interference on a regular basis.” By chance I had found my small space. Today THE CINEFORUM is listed in the world’s number one travel guide, THE LONELY PLANET, at the very top of its list of places to see in Ontario and in Toronto. People come here from all over the world.

Furthermore, hit the link to Critical Reaction and you will find that many very good people place a high value on what I have done over the years.

“REG HARTT is what living in a metropolis is all about. He personifies the city as a meeting place of ideas, as a feast of experience and discussion and debate, as a triumph over the banal and soporific of the original and provoking.”–MICHAEL VALPY, GLOBE AND MAIL.

Saturday, June 6, 13, 20, 27.

5pm: JANE JACOBS URBAN WISDOM (2005) Don Alexander.

Through her groundbreaking books, Jane Jacobs has influenced the planning and understanding of cities and economies with what she calls a web way of thinking. In this film Jane Jacobs shares her insights into urban planning by tracing the progression of ideas in her books, including The Death and Life of Great American Cities; The Economy of Cities; Cities and the Wealth of Nations; Systems of Survival; and her most recent, The Nature of Economies. An extended interview with Jacobs is blended with scenes from various North American cities and footage of her 1997 seminar, “Ideas That Matter.”

“There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served.” — Jane Jacobs.

“Reg Hartt’s CINEFORUM is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”–Laura Lind, EYE Weekly.

7pm: THE SALVADOR DALI FILM FEST Films made by Salvador Dali with Luis Bunuel & Walt Disney.

9pm: THE UNBOWDLERIZED BEST OF BUGS BUNNY & FRIENDS. Everything that might offend anyone who does not like animated cartoons in the first place has been cut from the great films of Hollywood’s Golden Age Of Animation leaving those of us who do like them in the lurch. To see what has been cut go here: http://looney.goldenagecartoons.com/ltcuts/. To see these films as we are meant to come to this program.

Sunday, June 7, 14, 21, 28.

1pm: CELEBRATE 100 YEARS OF 3D. See yourself in 3D on our screen!

3pm: THE GOLEM (1936) Julien Divivier. Harry Bauer. In Prague, the insane, anti-Semitic Emperor Rodolphe II (Harry Baur) is planning an attack on the local Jewish population, who look to their spiritual leader, the rabbi Jacob (Charles Dorat), for an answer. Desperate to save his people, Jacob turns to the dark arts and fashions a protector from clay, using spells to give him life. Called “The Golem,” the vicious guardian quickly turns from savior to violent entity, and he may be too powerful for the Jews to stop.

5pm: JANE JACOBS URBAN WISDOM (2005) Don Alexander.

Through her groundbreaking books, Jane Jacobs has influenced the planning and understanding of cities and economies with what she calls a web way of thinking. In this film Jane Jacobs shares her insights into urban planning by tracing the progression of ideas in her books, including The Death and Life of Great American Cities; The Economy of Cities; Cities and the Wealth of Nations; Systems of Survival; and her most recent, The Nature of Economies. An extended interview with Jacobs is blended with scenes from various North American cities and footage of her 1997 seminar, “Ideas That Matter.”

“There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served.” — Jane Jacobs.

“Reg Hartt’s CINEFORUM is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”–Laura Lind, EYE Weekly.

7pm: KID DRACULA [NOSFERATU, A SYMPHONY OF FEAR (1922) F. W. Murnau set to music from RADIOHEAD’S KID A and OK COMPUTER).

9pm: WHAT I LEARNED WITH LSD A Talk By Reg Hartt.

Monday, June 8, 15, 22, 29.

7pm: PINK FLOYD: ALICE IN THE WALL [ALICE IN WONDERLAND (1953) to the music of PINK FLOYD’S THE WALL.

9pm: THE UNIVERSAL MONSTERS: DRACULA (1931) Tod Browning. Bela Lugosi. By now I would think the interest in seeing this film is played out. Just about everyone probably has a copy of it. Yet…As I had read and fallen in love with Bram Stoker’s DRACULA I had a hard time with this film when I first saw it. As time moved on so did I. There have been many actors over the years who have played DRACULA. Christopher Lee has played the part more than any other. His performances are superb. Nonetheless, Bela Lugosi IS DRACULA. UofT VARSITY film writer Will Sloan wrote, “I have rarely felt a film’s greatness in film class. I have often felt it at Reg Hartt’s Cineforum.” Perhaps you will see DRACULA with new eyes.

http://thevarsity.ca/2009/01/20/could-this-be-your-last-chance-to-hear-reg-hartt/   

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=5284

THE FILM SCORES OF REG HARTT

“ My knowledge of silent films, German and French cinema, came an awful lot from Reg Hartt’s Cineforum. At first he showed films at Innis College, then he had a place on Mercer St. for a while. Reg showed some really incredible silent films, from Phantom of the Opera to D.W. Griffith’s films. His strength was putting incredibly good soundtracks on the films. He has a really good ear for movie music.”—Shirley Hughes, TORONTO SILENT FILM SOCIETY.
http://www.thestar.com/life/food_wine/2013/04/05/a_drink_with_shirley_hughes_director_toronto_silent_film_festival.html

Tuesday, June 9, 16, 23, 30: FILM SCORES OF REG HARTT

7pm: THE BIRTH OF A NATION (1915) D. W. Griffith. Presented with a score created by Reg Hartt.

Wednesday, June 10, 17, 24: FILM SCORES OF REG HARTT

7pm: THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (1925) Rupert Julian. Lon Chaney. Film Score Created By Reg Hartt.

9pm: THE GIRL WITH THE HUNGRY EYES (1995) Jon Jacobs. From the story by Fritz Leiber.  Terrific film. Program includes Rad Serling’s NIGHT GALLERY adaptation of THE GIRL WITH THE HUNGRY EYES. http://cinefantastiqueonline.com/2008/11/the-girl-with-the-hungry-eyes-1995/ , https://davidjuhl.wordpress.com/2014/04/09/night-gallery-story-the-girl-with-the-hungry-eyes-reviewed-here/ .

Thursday, June 11, 18, 25: FILM SCORES OF REG HARTT

7pm: METROPOLIS (1927) Fritz Lang. Film Score Created By Reg Hartt.

Creating Scores For Silent Films:

In 1980, thanks to animation director Bob Clampett, I was able to bring a man few in this city knew about.That man’s name was Bernard B.Brown. He was one of the fathers of motion picture sound. Not only did he direct the sound recording on the 1927 film THE JAZZ SINGER he can also be seen in the film playing violin.

In 1939 Mr. Brown fought a battle with Leopold Stokowski over the recording of THE PHILADELPHIA ONE HUNDRED for the Deanna Durbin motion picture, ON HUNDRED MEN AND A GIRL. Stokowski was used to having the entire orchestra recorded by an overhead microphone. Mr. Brown wanted to break that orchestra into sections to be recorded separately and then mixed. He knew that if he did not make Stokowski do it his way first it would not get done.

Stokowski was furious. Finally Leopold said, “Let’s do it his way. Let’s do it the right way. Let’s just get it done.”

The next day, after hearing the play back Stokowski apologized to Mr.Brown on the set.

Brown received eleven Academy Award nominations and two Oscars for his work with film and film sound. One of those Oscars was for his work on ONE HUNDRED MEN AND A GIRL.

Brown was head of sound at Warner Brothers until he moved to Universal where his name can be seen in the credits of hundreds of films.
When he retired he taught film and film sound at UCLA.

None of the above was why I brought him to Toronto.

I brought him here because in 1915, fresh out of high school because his family situation forced him to find work, Mr. Brown had auditioned for Carli Elinor, conductor of The Los Angeles Philarmonic Orchestra. He was, he said, a tall, gangly kid whose arms and feet stuck out of the too small tuxedo he was given to wear when Elinor put him into a live performance as 8th violinist to audition him.

“In that hour I went from 8th to 7th to 6th to 5th to 4th to 3rd and I never played second fiddle again,” he told me.

Brown had been concert master of the combined high schools of Los Angeles. One of his duties was to order sheet music for the schools.

When his father became ill forcing him to leave school and find work Brown had applied for a job at the sheet music store. “I will hire you but the Los Angeles Philarmonic at Clune’s Auditorium is auditioning for a new violin player. You should go right over,” he was told by the store’s owner.

The point of all this is that when David Wark Griffith began to create a score for the premiere of THE BIRTH OF A NATION at Clune’s Auditorium in Los Angeles 16 year old Bernard B. Brown, thanks to his familiarity with the owner of the sheet music store and to his already extensive knowledge served as the go to guy for Griffith.

Add to that that Mr. Brown had played first violin through 365 performances of THE BIRTH OF A NATION in its first run.

Too many film writers today say that THE BIRTH OF A NATION no longer has the power to move audiences.

Well, we are only getting half of what audiences got in 1915.

Imagine seeing Stanley Kubrick’s 2001, A SPACE ODYSSEY silent with someone who has never seen the film before playing piano for the film’s length.

It might be good but the experience would fall far short of that mark intended by Kubrick.

My feeling was that this film properly scored would be as powerful today as it was when first seen.

I use a method I call “compositional collage” when I score silent films.

I layer works over each other.

I use this technique to heighten tension as well as to bring out the ideas the film subject inspires in myself.

I begin by learning as much as I can about the subject at hand. Not only learning the music used but also the back story, the original novel or play the work is based on and everything I can get my hands on about the subject matter.

Then I watch the film twice in silence. The first time is to get the picture into my head. The second is to let the film speak to me.

My approach is unique.

Here is what three people had to say about my presentation of Fritz Lang’s 1926 film, METROPOLIS:

From a letter to Ottawa’s Towne Cinema:

“Last week I finally got a chance to see a film I have been trying to see for literally years. That film is METROPOLIS, and I don’t mean Giorgio Moroder’s head-banger version. No, I’m talking about the most complete version of the film as it was meant to be seen in a l6mm print so clear, so clean you’d think the film was made a year ago. Wow. I mean I have been hearing stories about METROPOLIS for a long time, but I never thought my expectations would be met let alone far surpassed. And this without the “help” of Mr. Moroder. Does this mean there wasn’t a soundtrack?
“Far from it. Accompanying the film was a brilliant (and I mean brilliant) soundtrack combining both modern music and classical pieces. This soundtrack suited the film when we all know Moroder’s didn’t. So who has this print of the film? Reg Hartt….If you know anything about Reg Hartt you know his lectures are anything but boring. He’s thrown chairs at people, kicked non-believers out, slandered near everyone under the sun (who usually deserves it) and started near riots. In other words, a real entertaining guy. Honestly. Reg is a lot of fun, he knows more about film (and the politics of film) than all of my teachers combined. And his soundtracks!”

PETER MOORE, British Artist:

“I am a Brit artist. I love Toronto. I have sometimes heard it said that Toronto is boring. It is a comparatively well ordered city. Maybe that is why some imperceptive people think it boring. The thing is I keep having amazing successes in Toronto. My friend Bob Welton who decided he was much happier in Warsaw than in London used to say in London everything is possible and nothing is probable. I just find in Toronto not everything is possible but lots of things, important things, are quite probable. Does this make sense?

“ANYWAY, a wonderful surprise in Toronto is Reg Hartt’s Cineforum. I was walking down Bloor Street with my friend Alan, a composer, a Torontonian who, searching for fulfillment in London, has realized that everything he wanted existed in his original home, Toronto. It was my birthday. He said, “What do you want to do for your birthday?” I said, “I want to go and see that!”

“I was pointing at a mysterious poster for TRIUMPH OF THE WILL, (the film of Hitler’s l934 Nuremberg rally). I’d always wanted to see that.

“So we went and I found myself in the most perfect place on earth to watch a film. With the film was an unexpected treat….a brilliant, unbiased, sensible and stimulating introduction by the amazing Reg Hartt.

“So once again, in German mode, we went to see Fritz Lang’s METROPOLIS. Reg had somehow spliced on to the film his own soundtrack. Now this was interesting because a while later we went to the Art Gallery of Ontatio where the same film was shown-much bigger screen-and with piano accompaniment. It was interesting to compare the two showings. Reg’s came out winning.”

Douglas Eliuk served with THE NATIONAL FILM BOARD OF CANADA and as Canada’s Cultural Attache To Americas. He wrote, “When something brilliant comes along, it deserves comment. What I am referring to is a recent screening of Fritz Lang’s METROPOLIS I attended at Reg Hartt’s Cineforum. When organ and even the now rare orchestral accompaniments have been attached to one of the “silent” classics, it is still hard to avoid the giggle factor with all the usual silent movie grand overwrought gestural school of acting methods. However, Reg Hartt has completely transcended the predictable approach and has presented a classic film with a brilliant multi-layered sound track that forgives the histrionic giggle factor. Hartt allows us to see a great film with a fresh perspective. As someone who has been in the film industry for decades and who celebrates cinematic excellence, I hope you will take the opportunity to experience this superb revitalization of METROPOLIS with its innovative music track.”

After Mr. Brown returned to Hollywood the Toronto Film Society invited me to present THE BIRTH OF A NATION with my score as part of their silent series.

The auditorium they used sat 600. Their audience is the cream of the cream of Toronto film enthusiasts.

I arrived to find that the projectors I was to use ran faster at silent speed than did the ones I had used to create the score while the reel to reel tape recorder they provided ran slower.

There was no way I could run the score in synch with the film. What was I to do?

The projection booth was sound proofed. I realized I could runs parts of the film in silence, something I had never done before, and use the monitor speakers in the booth to synch up the score.

I sweat blood.

When the film ended the people in the theater were on their feet applauding and cheering just as they had done in 1915.

The director of the TFS silent series charged into the projection booth his face red with excitement. He said, “Reg,that score was brilliant. I especially admired your inspired use of silence.”

It has often been said and certainly is true from my experience that necessity is the mother of invention.

I learned a lot in that Baptism of Fire.

And I have learned a lot since 1980 when I brought Mr.Brown to Toronto.

That knowledge was employed in the creation of a new score for THE BIRTH OF A NATION.

It is my very great pleasure to invite you to experience it.–Reg Hartt

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Jane Jacobs, Will Munro, Benjamin Boles & Street Postering, “The Newspaper Of The Streets.”

https://nowtoronto.com/news/city-hall/music-city-toronto/

Toronto's Street Poster Bylaws.

Toronto’s Street Poster Bylaws.

On his facebook page Benjamin Boles pays tribute to the late Will Munro and well he should for Munro was a vibrant, warm man with a spirit that shone so bright death has not been able to diminish it.

Munro came to the attention of the many whose lives he influenced for the better through a series of beautiful and wild street posters. I know because as I went around the city I watched them go up. My work kept me from going to his events. It did not keep me from being aware of how vital and vitally necessary they were.

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Will Munro (1975-2010)

Will Munro (1975-2010) His short life was filled to the brim.

The family of Robert and Jane Jacobs walked into my life on a rainy day in September of 1968. It had rained all day. I did not think anyone would come out to my presentation of the 1923 Lon Chaney HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME presented with a score created by myself. I was 22. My venue was called THE PUBLIC ENEMY. I named it after the film that had made James Cagney a star and because homosexuals were viewed at that time as Public Enemy Number One. There were damn few of us in those days who walked proud and alone. There are still, despite the advances, damn few of us who walk proud and alone.

I arrived at The Public Enemy to see a father, mother, two sons and a daughter lined up outside my door in the pouring rain.

They climbed the 39 Steps above a pool hall that led them into THE PUBLIC ENEMY. Before that it had been called THE LITTLE QUEEN VICTORIA SLEPT HERE CINEMA & BOUTIQUE which had been run by Rom Simpson and Jenny Wright with myself.

“This place is just like New York’s Cinema 16,” said the mother walking in.

Jane Jacobs came into my life when she saw a street poster I had put up in 1968 shortly after she and her family arrived in Toronto.

Jane Jacobs came into my life when she saw a street poster I had put up in 1968 shortly after she and her family arrived in Toronto.

Elwy Yost saw one of my street posters.

Elwy Yost saw one of my street posters.

Michael Valpy Will Sloan Chandler Levack Joe Fiorito Jerzy Zaborski

John Kricfalusi, creator of REN & STIMPY, discovered my work through street posters.

John Kricfalusi, creator of REN & STIMPY, discovered my work through street posters.

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Shirley Hughes saw my street posters.

Shirley Hughes saw my street posters.

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How had they heard about it? They had seen the street posters I had put up.

That was how I met Jane Jacobs. Some people came to one of my Public Enemy Events and told me they were from Rochdale College (which I had never heard of) and of a  woman there named Judith Merril whom I had heard of. I went over to Rochdale to meet Judy. Thirty years later after recovering from a major heart attack Judy asked me to have lunch with her. She said, “I gave serious thought to my life. I am reconnecting only with the people who are important to me.” That was quite an honor.

A fan letter from Jane Jacobs to Reg Hartt.

A fan letter from Jane Jacobs to Reg Hartt.

Shortly before her death Jane Jacobs said to me over a beer in her home, “The best part of what you offer is what you have to say.”

I replied, “Hearing that from you is better than receiving an Academy Award.”

Naturally, I have read and re-read and re-re-re-read her books. I also have several important videos of her which I screen at The Cineforum.

Laura Lind, writing in EYE WEEKLY, said, “Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”

Ben Boles writing in NOW this week clearly does not understand how vital a role street posters play in a city.

Mrs. Jacobs called them “the newspaper of the streets.” It was through street posters she came into my life as so many have. It is ironic that the section of Toronto where Mrs. Jacobs lived (Bloor Street between Bathurst and Spadina) has no kiosks for posters. The “newspaper of the streets” cannot be published there. Toronto honors Jane Jacobs with its lips not with its heart.

The Supreme Court of Canada’s Ramsden Decision which declared Street Posters Freedom Of Speech for those without access to mainstream media came about because a band fought a city all the way up to The Supreme Court of Canada. Are bands covered under Freedom Of Speech? Yes.

The murky quality of Toronto’s Street Poster Bylaws has been used by Bylaw Officers to harm those the Supreme Court meant to protect.

Here from the web is what Ben wrote:

“Toronto traditional country band Big Tobacco and the Pickers found themselves on the wrong side of city bylaws when their attempts to promote their album release concert at the Cadillac Lounge resulted in a $490 fine for putting posters on city utility poles.

“’We just put up about six posters in the area around the bar, just to let Parkdale know about it. We were just doing it for our neighbourhood,’ explains Big Tobacco’s Jamie Oliver, who lives near the Cadillac.

“It’s a similar situation to the one the Horseshoe Tavern faced in 2012, when they too were hit with fines after bands took it upon themselves to use the time-honoured tradition of postering to promote their gigs at the bar. In that case, the Horseshoe managed to get off the hook, as the city wasn’t able to prove that the bar was responsible, but the legal threat has remained an issue for musicians and venues.

“’The ticket was made out to my company, and I’ve never even heard of something like this, to tell the truth,’ says Cadillac Lounge owner Sam Grosso.

“’I called my local councillor Gord Perks, and his office was really helpful, but at the end of the day, if the ticket is issued, he can’t do anything about it.’

“In theory, this is exactly the kind of situation that the Toronto Music Industry Advisory Council was formed to deal with, and why Music Sector Development Officer Mike Tanner was hired.

“It’s all part of a larger effort to both rebrand Toronto as a “music city” and to help repair strained relations between the music community and City Hall. However, Tanner may not be able to help much in this situation, as the current bylaws make it very difficult for most concerts to qualify as “local artistic and cultural events” to take advantage of the exemption for “community posters.”

“While many Torontonians would assume that independent music gigs would be exactly the kind of thing protected, the bylaw is worded in such a way that those events may also have to be either “religious, civic, charitable, or non-profit.” It’s vague enough that it’s not easy to get a clear definition of what actually qualifies.

“’If it’s a community event, the entire community is supposed to be able to attend. There has to be a benefit to the community. It has to be inclusive,’ was the clearest explanation John DeCourcy from the city’s Bylaw Enforcement Department could give.

“It’s that distinction that several festival organizers, musicians, and independent promoters brought up recently at the Music City Town Hall that Tanner recently helped moderate. People trying to organize events at a more grassroots level complained that they were often forced into pretending to be non-profits in order to navigate the spiderweb of red tape involved in throwing an event in Toronto.

“John Tory has been making a lot of noise about learning from Austin, Texas about how to make things between the city and the music community run smoother, and this seemingly trivial issue may turn out to be the first big test of just how committed he is.

“’These are local homegrown bands playing in small bars,’ Grosso says. ‘The law is archaic. Do you think there’s a law like this in Austin?’”

https://nowtoronto.com/news/city-hall/music-city-toronto/

benjaminb@nowtoronto.com | @benjaminboles

Actually, there may well be a law worse than ours in Austin because in the USA the Federal Government to my knowledge has not defended street postering as Freedom Of Speech.

Go back and look at those posters of Will’s. Look at them. Then imagine the same events done as a regular listing in a newspaper or as a in a one ear/eye blurb out the other on radio and/or television.

Street Posters are a necessary and vital form of public communication. Always have been. Always will be.

The big problem with street posters has come entirely from those who have made it into a business. From GRASSROOTS ADVERTISING to DR. JAMIE’S EVENTS/CAMPUS POSTERING/THE TORONTO STREET POSTER ALLIANCE (which is all James “Dr. Jamie” Gillis) they have all covered up and torn down the posters put up by individual artists from myself to Will Munro to bands to you name it. Often I find the posters placed by myself and others torn up into bits and pasted in clumps behind posters placed by those who poster for hire.

In the expanded edition of the above published yesterday in NOW (5/21/2015) Benjamin Boles writes, “Personally, I feel a bit conflicted about the issue. On the one hand, postering isn’t environmentally friendly and it’s not particularly effective anymore unless you have the money to plaster the city.”

I beg to differ. I limit myself to 300 flyers at most per week for each event which I do. I do several events but I rarely print more than 300 flyers for each event. If they were not torn down and/or covered up by the commercial posterers I would not have to print 300. I could easily do the job with 200. The commercial posterers are lazy. They hit a handful of routes and hit them hard showing no respect for existing posters and/or the Bylaws. One of them, James Gillis, has left death threats on people’s telephones. This dates back to when he first started to poster.Toronto Sucks

In conclusion let I state STREET POSTERS ARE A NECESSARY AND VITAL FORM OF PUBLIC COMMUNICATION. The Supreme Court Of Canada defends street postering as FREEDOM OF SPEECH for the poor,

Defend the poor. Kick those who poster for hire off the streets, the kiosks, the construction sites and the utility poles. Protect those The Supreme Court is protecting. I look forward to the arrival of the next vibrant street poster artist in the tradition of Will Munro, Keith Haring

John Kricfalusi. Street posters brought John into my life. He revolutionized animation.

John Kricfalusi. Street posters brought John into my life. He revolutionized animation.

Keith Haring Street Poster

Keith Haring Street Poster

This is James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie. He uses street posters to target past employees to whom he owes money as well as others including yself. He leaves death threats on people's telephones. He ignores completely the City's Poster Bylaws.

This is James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie. He uses street posters to target past employees to whom he owes money as well as others including yself. He leaves death threats on people’s telephones. He ignores completely the City’s Poster Bylaws.

These flyers were posted all over the city by the same man who has been harassing myself for over twenty years, James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie.

These flyers were posted all over the city by the same man who has been harassing myself for over twenty years, James Gillis aka Dr. Jamie.

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THE SUPREME COURT OF CANADA RAMSDEN DECISION:

https://scc-csc.lexum.com/scc-csc/scc-csc/en/item/1038/index.do
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramsden_v_Peterborough_%28City_of%29
http://www.millerthomson.com/assets/files/article_attachments/Freedom_of_Expression_and_Sign_By-Laws_in_Canada-_Where_are_we_now.PDF
http://www.millerthomson.com/assets/files/article_attachments/Freedom_of_Expression_and_Sign_By-Laws_in_Canada-_Where_are_we_now.PDF
http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=5843

James Gillis “Dr. Jamie” Poster Attacks on street people, past employees and myself.

http://posterstoronto.blogspot.ca/2010/06/davisville-psycho.html

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_MfdqCUqWw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20l7kxz3DG8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4PQEe6ryuk
http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=14494

Pictures of street posters put up by “Dr. Jamie” of Dr. Jamie’s Events/Campus Postering/The Toronto Street Poster Alliance targeting myself and others.

I have been standing up alone against Dr. Jamie since he first began to target ex-employees he did not want to pay with vicious street posters saying they were police informants or worse. I have been and continue to be a target of his viciousness. I will stand alone against him for as long as it takes. It is, however, high time I stopped standing alone.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/

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The Toronto Police have not been in touch with me. When I got home Sunday I got in touch with them. I called the number on the flyer.

The Toronto Police have not been in touch with me. When I got home Sunday I got in touch with them. I called the number on the flyer.

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Dr. Jamie continues his slander. This poster appeared all over the city this weekend. Contrary to what his text says the age on the posters is 19 to 26. We are all, including the people doing this, part of the community. I am certain there are those who feel Michelangelo's DAVID is obscene.

Dr. Jamie continues his slander. This poster appeared all over the city this weekend. Contrary to what his text says the age on the posters is 19 to 26. We are all, including the people doing this, part of the community. I am certain there are those who feel Michelangelo’s DAVID is obscene.

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Guess who trashes my posters and yours and who covers us up with illegal oversize posters. Yep, you guessed it.

Guess who trashes my posters and yours and who covers us up with illegal oversize posters. Yep, you guessed it.

during Caribana, a racist flyer appeared all over the city. It was posted beside my flyers to make it look like I was the one putting it up. "He is trying to get you killed," friends who saw it said. Over a thousand of them went up.

during Caribana, a racist flyer appeared all over the city. It was posted beside my flyers to make it look like I was the one putting it up. “He is trying to get you killed,” friends who saw it said. Over a thousand of them went up.

This poster was an attempt to get a drug dealer to send a hit man here. One did come. He left when he saw this is bullshit. Drug dealers are not stupid.

This poster was an attempt to get a drug dealer to send a hit man here. One did come. He left when he saw this is bullshit. Drug dealers are not stupid.

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These flyers were posted all over the city by the same man who has been harassing myself for over twenty years.

These flyers were posted all over the city by the same man who has been harassing myself for over twenty years.

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Another person to feel the poison of this man was bike courier Daniel Goggin who is also one of the city's best bike mechanics. The man behind these attacks offers POLICE AUCTION BIKES for sale. Daniel worked for him briefly. He quit because he was asked to certify bicycles that were not safe. A few years back a huge fire on Queen Street West at Bathurst levelled a block. One of the shops destroyed was a bicycle shop. The man behind these attacks sifted through the ashes for bike parts. Told they were not safe he used them anyway. Daniel found himself the target of a vicious street poster campaign.

Another person to feel the poison of this man was bike courier Daniel Goggin who is also one of the city’s best bike mechanics. The man behind these attacks offers POLICE AUCTION BIKES for sale. Daniel worked for him briefly. He quit because he was asked to certify bicycles that were not safe. A few years back a huge fire on Queen Street West at Bathurst levelled a block. One of the shops destroyed was a bicycle shop. The man behind these attacks sifted through the ashes for bike parts. Told they were not safe he used them anyway. Daniel found himself the target of a vicious street poster campaign.

Gillis attacked the entire homosexual community with this hate poster yet XTRA!, the city's gay journal, chooses to remain silent. Why?

Gillis attacked the entire homosexual community with this hate poster yet XTRA!, the city’s gay journal, chooses to remain silent. Why?

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One of the most refreshing things I saw yesterday was when I opened this trash container to put a bundle of hate posters where they belong. Someone else had done it as well. When you see them please do the same.

One of the most refreshing things I saw yesterday was when I opened this trash container to put a bundle of hate posters where they belong. Someone else had done it as well. When you see them please do the same.

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The film he is calling kiddieporn is Pasolini's SALO: 120 DAYS OF SODOM which I am showing NOW so you can see it at THE CINEFORUM and decide for yourself what should be done to the one behind this hate-filled campaign.

The film he is calling kiddieporn is Pasolini’s SALO: 120 DAYS OF SODOM which I am showing NOW so you can see it at THE CINEFORUM and decide for yourself what should be done to the one behind this hate-filled campaign.

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This poster was on kiosks all over the downtown core. This has been going on for over fifteen years. For info on who is behind it go here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/

This poster was on kiosks all over the downtown core. This has been going on for over fifteen years. For info on who is behind it go here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/

Often I find the flyers I have posted torn up and dumped in the blue bin at the front of the house. They are put there by the same person behind this latest slander.

Often I find the flyers I have posted torn up and dumped in the blue bin at the front of the house. They are put there by the same person behind this latest slander.

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Dr Jamie tries to ensnare Mayor Rob Ford in the recent kiddie porn bust.

Dr Jamie tries to ensnare Mayor Rob Ford in the recent kiddie porn bust.

Dr Jamie renews his campaign of distortion, hatred and lies. This poster started going up this week.

Dr Jamie renews his campaign of distortion, hatred and lies. This poster started going up this week.

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One of the many posters put up by "Dr. Jamie" smearing myself. Here he tries to link me with a recent kiddie porn bust.

One of the many posters put up by “Dr. Jamie” smearing myself. Here he tries to link me with a recent kiddie porn bust.

Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Daniel Goggin, a former employee.

Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Daniel Goggin, a former employee.

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Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Daniel Goggin

Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Terry Ross.

Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Terry Ross.

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Dr. Jamie Street posters

Dr. Jamie Street poster targetting Reg Hartt

Dr. Jamie Street poster targetting Reg Hartt

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Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Reg Hartt.

Dr. Jamie Street Poster targeting Reg Hartt.

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Racist flyer posted by Dr. Jamie in effort to make it appear it had been posted by Reg Hartt. This was put up during CARIBANA. Literally hundreds of them went up.Was the intention that an outraged Black man would shoot Hartt?

Racist flyer posted by Dr. Jamie in effort to make it appear it had been posted by Reg Hartt. This was put up during CARIBANA. Literally hundreds of them went up.Was the intention that an outraged Black man would shoot Hartt?

This racist poster was placed with mine during CARIBANA to appear as if I had posted it.n It was meant to get me shot.

This racist poster was placed with mine during CARIBANA to appear as if I had posted it.n It was meant to get me shot.

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Daniel Goggin is a much loved figure in the Bike Courier Community. He had to refrain his courier friends from fire bombing James Gillis' place of business. At that time Gillis lived and worked out of THE OAKLEAF STEAMBATH in Toronto and has a used bike shop on Dundas West.Property owners do not realize how fortunate they are thast the people attacked by this man have shown more restraint than Gillis in the actions and responsibilities.

Daniel Goggin is a much loved figure in the Bike Courier Community. He had to refrain his courier friends from fire bombing James Gillis’ place of business. At that time Gillis lived and worked out of THE OAKLEAF STEAMBATH in Toronto and has a used bike shop on Dundas West.Property owners do not realize how fortunate they are thast the people attacked by this man have shown more restraint than Gillis in the actions and responsibilities.

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Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

Posters placed by Dr. Jamie.

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Reg Hartt

Reg Hartt

The Night Colonel Saunder’s Kentucky Fried Chicken Saved My Grandmother’s Life

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“What would you like to talk about?” I said.

He replied, “Louise Brooks.”

Louise Brooks is a name that won’t ring many bells but those it does ring it rings loud and clear.

She was an American film star who had appeared in a number of silent films including one with W. W, Fields. G. W. Pabst, a German Director, brought her to Germany where he gave her her best part as Lulu in his film, “PANDORA’S BOX” which made her immortal.

“I have a copy of PANDORA’S BOX. Come with me and I will show it to you,” I said.Pandora's Box (Kino, R-1982). One Sheet

He did. We both had had a lot to drink. We drank quite a lot more.

He told me the most important person in his life was his grandmother. I had one surviving grandmother, my mother’s mother in Rothwell, New Brunswick.

I decided to call her.

When I did I got my mother’s sister, my Aunt Betty. She told me my grandmother was dying. “She won’t live through the night,” she said.

I said, “It’s not her time to go.”

Then I called my mother who lived in Hamilton, Ontario. The line was busy so I phoned Bell and got them to cut in. I explained my grandmother was dying. Bell said, “Normally we won’t but in a situation like this, yes, we can.”

“I did not know they could do that,” said my mother.

I explained that in special situations they can.

She told me she had been talking with her brother Carl about her mother’s impending death.

“It’s not her time to go,” I said.

After we finished my uncle Carl called.

“It’s her time,” he said.

“No, it is not,” I replied adding, “What’s her favorite food?”

“We send her meals on wheels,” he said.

I replied, “That’s not good enough. What does she really like?”

“Kentucky Fried Chicken,” said my uncle.

I don’t have a credit card. Nonetheless I called the KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN outlet in Fredericton, New Brunswick, which, at 50 miles, was the closest one to her.

I talked the manager not only into sending her a full barrel plus the extra large salads, fries and gravy but also into covering the cost of the cab to deliver it to her on the strength of my word that the next morning I would send full payment.

Then I called my Aunt Betty and told her the KFC was on the way.

My Grandmother rallied. She made it through that night and lived a lot longer than everyone thought she would.

All she needed was a sign that someone cared.

My first job was cutting and later cooking chicken for J. J. Helsinger’s KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN franchise in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. J. J. was a tough boss and a good one.

The day I began he showed me how to cut chicken the Colonel’s way with a band saw. “As long as you are not scared you won’t cut yourself,” he said.

When he went upstairs the manager came down. He said, “I will show you how to cut them fast just don’t get caught.”

I figured the smart thing to do would be to learn to cut chicken the Colonel’s way FAST.

It was supposed to be a two man job with each person alternating between cutting and bagging. They had a hard time keeping a second person. I learned to cut and bag by myself faster than I could with help.

With the money I earned I bought 8mm prints of classic silent films like THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (1925), Fritz Lang’s METROPOLIS (1927), THE BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN (1925) and many others. My parents and my friends thought I was wasting my money.

One day Colonel Sanders came to the Sault.

He came down to the basement and watched while I cut a load of chicken his way fast.

I learned one of my most important life lessons at KFC. Do the job fast. Do the job right.

It has stood me in good stead.

The total cost of the order including the cab came to $100.00. The next day I sent $200.00 to the man who had trusted me. He well deserved the tip. –Reg Hartt, 5/20/2015.

3D RARITIES: THE 3D FILMS OF NORMAN McLAREN

1569-Blinkity_Blank_2 blinkity_blank3 Blinkity-blank_LG_1 cdn.indiewire.com creative-process_LG header-norman_mclaren Hen_Hop_1 hqdefault hqdefault.jpg2 hqdefault_2 images in_the_beginning_lg McLaren_at_Work_00 McLaren_paint mclaren1 McLaren-Norman-Blinkity-Blank-Canada-1955_02 NG92ZkVEdWZ5RlUx_o_dots-by-norman-mclaren nm-synchromity-475x359 norman_mclaren_still NormanMcLaren11-Blinkityblank1955DV norman-mclaren-synchromy-12 now_is_the_time_article_detail Now-Is-the-Time-post SHZ1dGZWVkxMeFkx_o_hen-hop-by-norman-mclaren synchromy-01 tumblr_lfmhkhmMAR1qgqyddo1_500I had hoped that when the National Film Board of Canada released all of Norman McLaren’s films on dvd that his 3D films would be presented in 3D. They were not.

I knew nothing about Norman McLaren the first time my parents took us to the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto back around 1965. I saw much that was interesting. When I walked into the National Film Board of Canada Tent, however, I saw one hour of films animated by Norman McLaren. I watched them in fascination. For myself there simply was nothing else to see. I watched them again and again and again until it was time to leave.

I had grown up in Minto and then Chipman, New Brunswick which is a long way from Toronto. In the middle of grade 11 my father moved us to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario (which is still a long way from Toronto). But then, for one summer, we lived in Oakville, Ontario which is a very short distance from Toronto.

When we returned to Sault Ste. Marie I began to make experimental 8mm films inspired by McLaren’s works.

I love 3D. I have no time for those who dismiss the medium. It is an exciting one. They are not exciting people.

Over the last couple of years I have become friends on the web with many others who share my love of three dimensional motion pictures. I have also amassed here at The Cineforum a huge archive of digital 3D motion pictures. I also acquired the technology to convert 2D films to 3D so that I could convert 2D versions of 3D films from the 3D boom of the 1950s that are not available yet in True 3D.

One of the people I became friends with was the late Ray Zone. I bought all of his books. I have read and re-read them. Zone left us way too soon.

Then a fellow named Robert Furmanek asked me to friend him on LINKEDIN.

What a gift his friendship is!

Robert Furmanek has long worked in the motion pictures trenches as an archivist and as a restorer of motion pictures. His site, THE 3D FILM ARCHIVE, is a tremendous resource. He and the people who work with him are doing great work restoring 3D Films so that they look better now than they did when first seen. How so? Well, there were anomalies and things that got through because of lack of time and money back in the day that they are correcting now. As well, twin projector 3D demanded the light intensity from both projectors be equal. If it wasn’t we felt it. As well, film is prey to fading color, scratches, breaks, and a thousand and one nightmares digital images will never face.

I wish Columbia Pictures, Universal Pictures, Paramount, Twentieth Century Fox, and Warner Brothers (which owns the 3D titles from MGM, RKO, Allied Artists as well as their own films) shared the enthusiasm Robert Furmanek, Ray Zone, myself and many others feel for 3D because if they did we would see released the titles hidden in their vaults.

Hopefully, that day will come.

Thankfully, the day that is coming soon is the day when we can at last see Norman McLaren’s films Now is the Time (1951),  Around is Around (1951), O Canada (1952) and Twirligig (1952) in True 3D as Mclaren meant us to see them.

Bob’s collection (created with Flicker Alley and others) could and should have held more titles. Certainly they wanted to include them but the folks who own the rights to those films put attaining them out of reach. Gee, it’s not like a chance like this to get them out where they can be seen comes along like this every day.

The weird thing about the motion picture industry is that it is a visionary medium run by people of very small vision. Thankfully, not all of them are.

Over the last two years we have seen many classic titles come forward from the hands of the 3D Film Archive and we will be treated to more.

For the moment, if you do not already have your copy of THE BUBBLE, DRAGONFLY SQUADRON, INFERNO and MAN IN THE DARK in Blu-ray 3D get them before copies are no longer available and the price for 2nd hand copies goes through the roof. And order an advance copy of 3D RARITIES flippin’ NOW.

https://vimeo.com/127092649http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_McLaren,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3-vsKwQ0Cghttp://www.mclaren2014.com/,

https://www.nfb.ca/film/animated_motion_part_3https://www.nfb.ca/playlist/nfb-3d/,

https://www.facebook.com/events/1413070508995126http://blog.animationstudies.org/?p=750,

http://www.ray3dzone.com,

http://www.pictureville.net/2014/05/the-restorations-of-stereoscopic.html,

http://www.flickeralley.com/classic-movies/#!/3-D-Rarities/p/49245170http://www.flickeralley.com/3-d-rarities-complete-list-of-films/,

http://www.3dfilmarchive.com/3-d-rarities .

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We owe a lot to the folks at 3D FILM ARCHIVE.

We owe a lot to the folks at 3D FILM ARCHIVE.

How a change of heart led to a backlash

How a change of heart led to a backlash from the ‘Church of Nasty’

Writer Michael Coren on the nasty right-wing backlash against his move away from the Catholic Church and toward more liberal political views.

A year ago, writer Michael Coren left the Roman Catholic Church and began to worship as an Anglican.

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A year ago, writer Michael Coren left the Roman Catholic Church and began to worship as an Anglican.

It’s been an interesting two weeks. I was fired from three regular columns in Catholic magazines, had a dozen speeches cancelled and was then subjected to a repugnant storm of tweets, Facebook comments, emails, newspaper articles and radio broadcasts where it was alleged that I am unfaithful to my wife, am willing to do anything for money, am a liar and a fraud, a “secret Jew,” that my eldest daughter is gay and I am going directly to hell. As I say, an interesting two weeks.

The reason for all this probably seems disarmingly banal and for many people absurdly irrelevant. At the beginning of May it was made public that a year ago I left the Roman Catholic Church and began to worship as an Anglican. More specifically, from being a public and media champion of social conservatism I gradually came to embrace the cause of same-sex marriage, more liberal politics and a rejection of the conservative Christianity that had characterized my opinions and persona for more than a decade. I’d won the RTNDA Broadcasting Award for a major radio debate where I opposed equal marriage, I was the author of the bestselling book Why Catholics Are Right, I was Michael Coren, for God’s sake — certainly not someone who would ever appear in the pages of the Toronto Star!

The change was to a large extent triggered by the gay issue. I couldn’t accept that homosexual relationships were, as the Roman Catholic Church insists on proclaiming, disordered and sinful. Once a single brick in the wall was removed the entire structure began to fall.

I refused to base my entire world view and theology, as so many active Catholics do, around abortion, contraception and sex rather than love, justice and forgiveness. Frankly, it was tearing me apart. I wanted to extend the circle of love rather than stand at the corners of a square and repel outsiders. So I quietly and privately drifted over to an Anglican Church that while still working out its own position on many social issues, is far more progressive, open, relevant and willing to admit reality.

But social media being what it is I was “outed” by some far-right bloggers and the gates of media hell opened roaring wide. Thus the comments above. Actually, my daughter lives with her long-term boyfriend in Paris, not that her sexuality matters to me and shouldn’t to anyone else. I am far too ugly to cheat on my wife and we’re very much in love. My dad was Jewish but I’m not and never have been really, secret or otherwise. I’m boringly honest and have never defrauded anyone. I’ve lost a substantial amount of money through lost work because of all this, so if financial gain is the purpose I’m pretty dumb. As for going to hell, I suppose that’s still open to question.

But on a serious note, why? Why would the religious and political change of what is at best a mid-level Canadian journalist and broadcaster cause such visceral anger and aggression in so many people? Their disappointment is understandable, of course, but that they would troll my children’s Facebook pages and make up lies about my family says something far greater and more worrying about contemporary religion and politics and in particular the conservative right.

Over the years I have been attacked by various people in various camps, but I have never witnessed such an organized, personal and unkind campaign — all from men and women who claim to follow the Prince of Peace, a Messiah who preached turning the other cheek, empathy and endless light. I’m trying to forgive because as a Christian I’m in the forgiving business. But I tell you in all honesty, it’s hard.

I obviously don’t blame the Catholic Church as such for all this, especially as there are myriad good and kind people within its ranks, many of whom sent me delightful letters and were extremely upset and ashamed about what went on. What has developed within the church, however, is a syndrome where people who are frightened of and angry with the world, who reject change and progress and look to a fantasy and apocryphal past age based on drunken nostalgia and personal insecurity, see a home in the conservative corridors of the house that is Roman Catholic. The Church of Nasty is thriving inside Catholicism, made all the more aggressive by a Pope who terrifies and disappoints them because he has broken through the intransigency of his two predecessors. I actually don’t believe he is quite as liberal as some people claim but the perception, at least, is that he is a reformer and to those who see change as heresy that is a terrifying prospect.

Let me stress here that this is not about Christian orthodoxy. I know orthodox Christians, evangelical as well as Catholic, who are self-denying and saintly. Historically it was such people who battled against slavery, racism and exploitation, who worked for a welfare state, public medicine, shorter working hours and peace. I myself am orthodox in my faith and it was precisely because of and not in spite of my Christian beliefs that I felt the invincible need to change. Christianity is a permanent revolution, a constant questioning of what is around us and who we are.

The pain of another is personal pain, we are our neighbour, we exist and live in a collective of grace and to exclude any other person is to exclude God. It’s a message that should positively bleed from our very soul. It’s when orthodoxy melts into paranoia and reaction and when it adopts a political face that we see problems. To my shame I was sometimes guilty of that, part of a group that revels in pious outrage and constant failure.

If any single characteristic dominates the mindset and ideology of such people it is fear. They have built themselves a hobbit-hole of seclusion, a bunker of protection against the outside world. Nor can this simply be blamed on their age because some of the fiercest and cruellest of them are fairly young. The fear is a result of their socialization, their mingling of church and state and their desire for a cause in an era they see as corrupt and immoral.

I don’t see that corruption and immorality. I see the same challenges, the same greatness and the same brokenness that has always been. But here’s the paradox: while Canada may be less explicitly Christian than ever before, it has arguably become in its sense of equality, fairness and downright decency more Christian than ever. Perhaps that’s why my new friends are so angry with me, with Canada and with pretty much everything.

As for me, in spite of, or perhaps even because of, all this I’ve never felt deeper and more content in my faith and never happier to be a Canadian. As I say, it’s been an interesting two weeks.

Michael Coren is an author, columnist and broadcaster. mcoren@sympatico.ca .  

In this piece Michael Coren describes himself as a “at best a mid-level Canadian journalist and broadcaster.” Michael is something more than that. He is a decent man. That is as uncommon as it gets in this world.

He will be moving on from The Anglican Church in a while. Jesus taught the path of life is “strait and narrow and few there be that find it while the road to destruction is broad and many are found on it.

People confuse “strait” with “straight.”

A strait is far from straight. Straits twist and turn. They are so narrow only one ship at a time can navigate them. If two meet one must reverse.

This means we walk alone on the path of life. Strait also means enormously difficult, almost impossible.

It is enormously difficult to walk alone when the desire for companionship runs so deep in us. Nonetheless, I find myself now after all these years embracing the strait path as I would a lover. Like a lover that path daily returns more to me than I ever dared dream it could or would.

If we wish to build muscles we lift weights. Lifting spiritual weights builds spiritual muscles. I find myself growing stronger day by day.

Kudos to Michael on his journey towards that solitary path.

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” we are told was the last cry of Jesus from the Cross.

Jesus was not forsaken. In the moment of his dying he and the Father were one.

There is no one in eternity more alone than God for everywhere God looks God sees only what God has made and the reflection of Himself.

I first realized this in 1981. At that instant I felt colder than I have ever felt. I wept for the alone-ness of God. In that moment I felt as if someone had draped the warmest possible blanket over my shoulders. In that second I heard within me a still, small voice that said, “You are mine. I love you.”

Shortly after that my world blew apart. I found myself compositely, utterly alone with no person to turn to.

I knew, however, that ONE was with me. That ONE is with me now. I and the Father are one. That I know to many is madness. Said Plato, “He who without the Muse’s madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.”

Wrote Meister Eckhart, “We have the seed of God in us. Pear seeds grow pear trees. Hazel seeds grow hazel trees. God seeds grow God.”

“No one finds the Father but through me,” said Jesus.

This is true.

It is also true that when we find the Father we and the Father become one.

This, I know, is blasphemy. That does not stop it from being true.

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—Reg Hartt, 5/18/2015.

Post script: The word “repent” is too strong a word for the idea it is used to express  which is “a change of heart for the better.”

Similarily, the word “sin” is too strong a word for the idea it express which is “to miss the mark.”

Three things are important wrote St. Paul, “Faith, Hope, Love and of these three Love is the greatest.”

Love leads us beyond faith, beyond hope to knowledge.

 

3D RARITIES offers John Norling’s MOTOR RHYTHM (1953)

http://www.3dfilmarchive.com/3-d-rarities

3-D RARITIES offers us the chance to study 3-D Film Making right from the start. It is an invaluable offering.

3-D RARITIES offers us the chance to study 3-D Film Making right from the start. It is an invaluable offering.

274432768John Norling was one of the pioneers in 3D Film Making. His work was used by MGM for two Pete Smith Shorts, AUDIOSCOPIKS and NEW AUDIOSCOPIKS. He understood the medium as few have. MOTOR RHYTHM (1953) is the first stop motion 3D film. It is a joy to watch. Things we think can only be done with advanced computer technology are here done by a man with a camera. I have the film in both anaglyph and field sequential 3D formats. The picture quality is nowhere near what we will see in the upcoming Blu-ray release 3D RARITIES from The 3D Film Archive and Flicker Alley. MOTOR RHYTHM is one of the 22 shorts films included in this set. Each film alone is worth the cost of the disk. Here are some images from MOTOR RHYTHM as well as copy of the film in anaglyph (the lowest form of 3D) from youtube. This is a limited edition Blu-ray. Order your copy now to make sure you get one. It would be neat down the road were someone to offer these MGM Metroscopix 3D Films in high def. Warner Brothers owns them as they do both their, MGM’s, RKO’s and Allied Artists’ 3D Classics. Hopefully someone there will feel it is high time these films became available. Certainly there is a market for them both on the new 3D television channels and for us folks at home.

We owe a lot to the folks at 3D FILM ARCHIVE.

We owe a lot to the folks at 3D FILM ARCHIVE.

 

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Until One Is Committed

"Your son will learn moreabout film here than at any university in the world," I said to a mother this fall. I was not surprised when she said no. I was surprised when her son did. Some damn fine people speak highly of my work which is more than  can be said of the eunuchs who teach in academia.

“Your son will learn moreabout film here than at any university in the world,” I said to a mother last fall (2014). I was not surprised when she said no. I was surprised when her son did. Some damn fine people speak highly of my work which is more than can be said of the eunuchs who teach in academia.

Until One Is Committed

Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I have learned a deep respect for one of Goethe’s couplets: Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. –W. H. Murray, THE SCOTTISH HIMALYAN EXPEDITION.

I arrived in Toronto the winter of 1965, fifty years ago.

I was nineteen. That morning in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, my high school principal had roared at me, “YOU HAVE ENTIRELY THE WRONG ATTITUDE. IF YOU LEAVE THIS SCHOOL TODAY YOU WILL STARVE IN TWO WEEKS.”

I walked out of his office, borrowed $30 from a friend, caught the bus and arrived on the streets of Toronto.

I thought I had a friend I could count on.

Turns out I was wrong.

Good thing.

Drinking age was then 21. I did not let the fact I was underage stop me. I walked into the St. Charles Tavern and ordered a beer. No sooner did the waiter drop the beer on the table than the police walked in.

“Drink your beer and talk with me,” said an older man.

When the police left he said, “You are new in town. Do you have a place to stay?”

The next morning he told me to meet him that night in the bar.

“That fellow you went home with last night is a scoundrel. You should not be seen with people like him,” said a much better dressed man who said he was a film producer. He offered to help me get a job in the industry.

“There is a bed in the basement,” he said when we got to his place out in the middle of nowhere.

“Turn around,” he said when I got to the bottom of a very narrow stairwell.

I looked up to see him standing at the top of the stairs with a hammer in his hand.

“I’m never getting caught like this again,” I said to myself.

A few years back a fellow left a copy of Joseph Campbell’s book, THE HERO OF A THOUSAND FACES, here.

Reading it I saw that Campbell wrote that when we put our foot on the path of the hero the first person we meet is an older woman who helps us. The second is an older woman who harms us.

“Draw stick figures of men and women,” my first grade teacher told us in Minto, New Brunswick, Canada in 1952.

I drew stick figure nudes. My women had breasts. My men had our gear.

Looking at them she said, “You are an artist.” She gave me gifts of used bits of colored chalk. She encouraged me. She was the wife of the principal.

“Draw stick figures of men and women,” my second grade teacher told us.

Seeing mine she said, “You have a dirty mind.” She beat me.

I knew that if I had been doing something wrong my first grade teacher, who was the wife of the principal, would have told me.

At 7 I realized a teacher could be wrong. That was a great gift. I took the beatings. I kept on drawing nudes.

Although Campbell could write about the hero he, himself, was not one.

I have been on the path of the hero all of my life.

“Had I warned you would you have believed me,” the man I had met that first night said.

I answered, “Not yesterday but from now on, yes.”

A few months later he said, “I’m psychic.”

I laughed as at that time I did not believe in such things.

He then said, “When you turn 35 everyone you know will turn against you. You are going to celebrate your 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital. Don’t worry about it. When you come out you will be the richest man on earth.”

I was, as I said, nineteen. I laughed.

The year I turned 34 nearly everyone I knew turned against me.

I shut down completely for the summer. All of my gear was stored in the basement of my sister Kathy’s house in Hamilton, Ontario. I had had an offer from Morris Wolfe at the Ontario College of Art and from Harry Stinson whose family owned THE GROANING BOARD RESTAURANT for the fall. I decided to take the summer off.

The night of Saturday, May 23, 1982 at my sister Kathy’s house we were watching a movie on TV called THE BEAST MUST DIE.

The main character put a rifle in his mouth.

The telephone rang.

Kathy answered it.

As she said, “Something terrible has happened to our brother,” the man on television pulled the trigger. His head exploded.

The police had found my brother Michael’s body in a baseball park.

My youngest brother, Mark (who has never recovered and none of really do) was called in to identify him.

Thinking I was going to kill myself my family stuck me against my will in McMaster Psychiatric Hospital in Hamilton.

There, on June 12, 1981, as I was cutting the cake Kathy had brought in to celebrate my 35th birthday the head psychiatrist came up to me and said, “Do you know what is wrong with you?”

I answered, “Nothing. I am on time and on schedule.”

I was then. I am now. For that matter, so are you.

There is only one thing that makes us rich. That one thing is not money. It is knowledge.

“You are a Crazy-Wisdom-Yogin,” said a man who had come to my presentation on the Sumerian hero, GILGAMESH.

“I hear crazy often enough. What does the rest of that mean?”

He said, “It is the highest compliment I, as a Buddhist, can pay. It means you are living absolutely the life you are teaching.”

“Anything less is hypocrisy but I would not say that as I know how far below the mark I fall. However, I am making the effort. Would you care for a beer,” I said.

He did. We drank together until near dawn. We spoke of things few dream of. It turned out this man was one rank below the Dalai Lama whom he had accompanied on his first journey across Canada.

For over twenty years one man has been doing his best to destroy me.

His best has failed. It will continue to fail.

As I am on time and on schedule so is he in his own way.

Without Judas Jesus could not have done what he had to do.

Nonetheless, Judas paid the price for his betrayal. This man will pay the price for his. Not because I desire that he be punished but because that is how life is.

The Black Magician calls up the powers of darkness.

The White Magician remains calm. He knows he needs to call up nothing for the storm will pass.

Night has its place as does day.

This particular storm is almost done.

“He who without the Muse’s madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.”-Plato.

I have the Muse’s madness in my soul.

“…When at last each man realizes that nothing is to be expected from God, or society, or friends, or benevolent tyrants, or democratic governments, or saints, or saviours, or even that holiest of holies, education, when each man realizes that he must work with his own hands to save himself, and that we need expect no mercy, perhaps then…Perhaps! Even then, seeing what manner of men we are, I doubt. The point is that we are doomed…No God is coming to save us. No system of government, no belief will provide us with that liberty and justice which men whistle for with the death-rattle….What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their inability to act according to their beliefs. The hero is he who raises himself above the crowd…To get men to rally round a cause, a belief, an idea, is always easier than to persuade them to live their own lives.”–Henry Miller, AN OPEN LETTER TO SURREALISTS EVERYWHERE (found in THE COSMOLOGICAL EYE).

–Reg Hartt, 5/14, 2015.

Coming Soon: ABSINTHE & POETRY @ THE PUBLIC ENEMY

Absinthe & Poetry 1The last time I sponsored Poetry here it was in the Russian style.

Poets were expected to get drunk, roar out their poems and were not to ask for criticism.

Saying, “Did you like it?” was absolutely forbidden.

For three months it went great.

Then a young woman from down the street came.

After two presentations she said to the “poets,” “You people are always getting drunk and shouting at Reg’s and he is the worst. It is frightening. Why don’t you come down to my place?”

So they did.

THE CINEFORUM is for poets of the cinema.

THE CINEFORUM is for poets of the cinema.

As they walked by my place on the way to her place they let me know they had cut off their balls.

Then Al Aronowitz, the famed Blacklisted Outlaw Journalist, called.

Al said, “Reg, your place is one of my favorite places on earth. I’d like to do a reading there.”

I set up a separate reading at The Toronto Press Club.

Robert Fulford, whom I consider Canada’s Preeminent journalist, said he would be glad to host it. This was an incredible gift as the regulars at The Toronto Press Club are culturally illiterate. The presence of Fulford gave the evening gravitas. It also shook up those drunks ’cause they know Bob is the best.

The next sessions were here. We baked special marihuana cookies for Al who does not smoke pot as that destroys 90% of the THC (Al turned on THE BEATLES. They were so grateful they gave him part of an album.).

My now castrated poets came to The Toronto Press Club event. I welcomed them to The Cineforum for the rest of Al’s presentations.

Then I kicked them out of my life.

We have way too many steers and not enough bulls.

I love poetry. The problem is that Toronto has so few poets.

There are many who call themselves poets but no self respecting poet dared call them self that as a poet is a person who chooses the words they will live by and to do that means to walk the strait and narrow.

As Allen Ginsberg, to whom Al introduced Bob Dylan, said, “There is only one poetic metaphor. That is the Burning Bush.”

Wannabe poets spit on The Burning Bush. That is fine. Its flame will consume them.–Reg Hartt, Toronto, 5/8/2015.

The legendary Al Aronowitz at The Cineforum. Al introduced Bob Dylan to Allen Ginsberg and me to New York when I did a presentation at the famed Thalia Theater. We became friends in 1981. Al was epic. We became friends in 1980. He was an awesome mentor.

The legendary Al Aronowitz at The Cineforum. Al introduced Bob Dylan to Allen Ginsberg and me to New York when I did a presentation at the famed Thalia Theater. We became friends in 1981. Al was epic. We became friends in 1980. He is an awesome mentor. Al calls us to be more than we dared dream we could be.

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Bob Dylan & Allen Ginsberg.

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Reg Hartt and Judith Merril getting wasted at The Cineforum. The event was a special dinner prepared from THE SALVADOR DALI COOKBOOK by Aussie Chef Marc Sleep (whom Reg Hartt invited to live at The Cineforum after meetinng him in a bar the first day he arrived in Toronto.

Jane Jacobs (above) welcomed Bob Clampett to Toronto.

Jane Jacobs sent a fan letter to Reg Hartt. Damn few got a fan letter from her. Said Laura Lind in EYE, “Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”

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The original image of THE FOOL from The Tarot. Over time pants were put on him as “civilized” people complained that the image was in bad taste. Said Dali & Picasso, “It is good taste not bad taste which is the enemy.”

 

A painting of Rene Highway. To see him dance was to see boundless grace.

A painting of Rene Highway. To see him dance was to see boundless grace in action. For two wonderful years Rene lived with me.

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I met Bruno Weckerle by chance the night his father told him, "My way or the highway."It was a meeting that changed my life forever for the better.

I met Bruno Weckerle by chance the night his father told him, “My way or the highway.”It was a meeting that changed my life forever for the better.

WICKED

A young man with a tattoo of Arthur Rimbaud. Unlike far too many queer young men Rimbaud was not ageist. He was 17 when ripped the older Paul Verlaine from the arms of his wife and child.

A young man with a tattoo of Arthur Rimbaud. Unlike far too many queer young men Rimbaud was not ageist. He was 17 when he ripped the older Paul Verlaine from the arms of his wife and child.

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Something wicked this way comes…

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