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Be still. Vengeance is mine. I will repay you.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
–Robert Frost.
THE I CHING teaches the Superior man forgives before forgiveness is required. What that means means more, much more for us than for those we forgive for it means we never allow another to drag us down.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Yes, it has.
And it is making more daily.
“Be still. Vengeance is mine; I will repay.–Romans 12-19. That being still is the hard part.
The best revenge is to have former friends friends again.–Reg Hartt 8/23/2016


From a Letter to James Jacobs

From a letter to James Jacobs:

“You are doing the right thing, I think, by just carrying on.  You’ll weather it if you don’t let yourself get sucked in.  It will run itself into the ground if it gets no oxygen.”

This particular storm is one I have been weathering since 1992. I discovered because he boasted about it that the man behind the persistent complaints to the city was and is James Gillis (“Dr. Jamie”).

While METRO NEWS reported this as a feud THE GLOBE AND MAIL reported it for what it really is, bullying.

In 2010 Gillis, who runs a street postering business, put up 11×17 inch posters all over Toronto denouncing a former employee to whom he owed money as a rat (a police informant). This went on for nearly a month. I filmed the posters, emailed and phone everyone I could think of until a woman in then Mayor David Miller’s office replied that she had asked the police to look into the matter.

Today Terry credits me as having saved his life.

Gillis has attacked others besides myself and THE GLOBE AND MAIL story documents this. The people targeted feared for their lives. Terry says he still does.

Gillis as well sells USED BIKES and promotes them through street posters offering USED BIKES at pop up locations around the city. Today there is one at 172 Harbord Street (probably in a laneway). The bikes come the posters say with a warranty. The warranty is one hour, one day, one month, however long it takes the buyer to discover the bike is no good. The bikes are fenced or stolen by Gillis. How do I know this? Because many of his former employees (who also got ripped off by him) have told me.

In 2010 in addition to his attack on Terry Ross he also tore down people’s posters in Davisville and left death threats on their telephones. This is on the web as “DAVISVILLE PSYCHO.”

Gillis’ last attack on my work here through Metro Licensing & Standards resulted in to major endorsements of my work from THE TORONTO STAR. Ed Keenan said, on coming in, “Reg, you are the only person in this city who stands up.” I’m not. There are others.

Bullies need to be stood up to. James Gillis is no Robert Moses but he is a bully. He’s also a drug dealer. He has the moral code of a drug dealer at his worst. Former employees who have been ripped off by him are scared to speak up as he may (and definitely would) vilify them with street posters to get them killed.

Viewing this as a feud allows the viewer to distance themselves from it. Seeing it for what it really is, bullying, leaves us with responsibility. At least it does me.

That responsibility is to see that this is ended.

Gillis first put up posters saying I am a pedophile in 2012. When that campaign failed he then put up posters saying I was showing kiddie porn. One of those posters stated “WHAT WOULD JANE JACOBS DO?” We both know what your mother would do.

She would be outraged to learn that her name had been introduced in a campaign to destroy anyone whether that was a person she knew and cared for or not.

Street posters are the newspaper of the streets. The Supreme Court of Canada in the Ramsden Decision defended street postering as freedom of speech for those without access to mainstream media. Commercial postering outfits (Grassroots Advertising, Dr. Jamie) poster for hire. They routinely cover up and/or destroy the work of the people the Supreme Court decision is meant to protect.

I have thorough evidence of this. The City of Toronto Street Postering Bylaws are extremely well thought out and eminently fair. They are designed to create space for as many people as possible. Gillis ignores those bylaws completely.

Because I post my own flyers I have been a witness to the deterioration of the street poster scene. Commercial postering is the cuckoo in the nest.

I have been reporting on what I have seen.

Gillis once lived here. Last year a copy of a police report by him was found on the street. It was passed on to me. The police said I should not have it. In it Gillis states that when he lived here he moved out because he was upset with me making videos of young boys. When he lived here I did not have a video camera. I have certainly not been making videos of young boys.

This is quite a bit longer than I had intended. It is important that people see this for what it really is. What is that? Well, it certainly is not what most think it is which is a feud between to crazy old men over street posters.

I may be crazy. Joe Cressy, mu councilor, walked in here during the election campaign. He said, “I have seen those posters. They are hate.”

I said, “And we will end this not for ourselves but for everyone.”

I am standing up for the people who can’t stand up and whom, if they did, no one would listen to.

Not that that many are listening to me. As your mother stated in a letter she wrote to THE UNITED CHURCH OF CANADA, your mother wrote, “I do wish you would reflect on what Mr. Hartt is doing and its educational usefulness for those who will listen to what he says.” There is the rub: that so few listen.

The number of new ideas that have come out of this old, worn down low value building is unmatched on the planet. This is no exaggeration. Laura Lind, in EYE, wrote, “Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about.” It is. It is most especially in the little value seen in it by city bureaucrats who have been and are all too keen to yield to James Gillis’s persistent demands that it be closed. They can’t act to close it because I am operating completely within the law. The biggest threat they had was to make my landlord frightened. They failed.

No one imagined that your mom could bring down a man as powerful as Robert Moses. As I said, James Gillis is no Robert Moses. He is, however, cut from the same cloth. He is a bully.

I have had enough of his bullying. I have had enough of seeing grown men afraid for their lives.

I can and am doing something precisely because I am strong enough to stand alone. I am not afraid for my life. I know that if I don’t stand up I have got a life worth living.

I did not need to learn that lesson. It seems I was born knowing it.

Besides, I can’t think of a better way of marking the centenary of your mom’s birth than by standing witness against what she stood witness against. She was in the monority then. I am in the minority now.

Thankfully the police said that while I can not charge him with hate I can charge him with harassment. I gave the Detective he put on to me in his police complaint a dvd with a record of all I and others have endured from Gillis over these sixteen years. That police officer was shocked. Seeing this latest escalation he emailed, “Enough is enough.”

Yes, it is.

 

An open letter to Paul Bedford, former Chief Planner for the City Of Toronto.

An open letter to Paul Bedford, former Chief Planner for the City Of Toronto.

Mr. Bedford,

We have never met but we have briefly spoken to each other.

A few years back when City of Toronto Inspectors shut down my Cineforum (located in my home) my friend Jane Jacobs told me to call you, to tell you she had told me to call you and to have you call her back for confirmation.

I did.

You said, “I can’t bother her. Damn those idiots! Just start up.”

Well, those idiots are still idiots. They have repeatedly been trying to shut me down. They are doing it now.

Am I angry?

No.

Why not?

Because they are helping me celebrate the 100th birthday of Jane Jacobs by doing something for someone and something that she deeply loved.

Who and what is that you ask.

It is I and my Cineforum.

Repeatedly on the street Mrs. Jacobs’ children have told me, “Our mother loved you.”

Laura Lind in now gone EYE weekly wrote, “Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. She was a regular.”

That is only half true. Mrs. Jacobs was a regular at my programs from her arrival in Toronto in 1968 on. She was never a regular here. In fact, she never came here. That is because when I opened The Cineforum by accident in 1992 her body had made getting around much more difficult for her. Nonetheless, I regularly dropped off flyers by her house as well as videos and dvds. I also dropped by my publications.

Few people got fan letters from Jane Jacobs. I got several.

Laura Lind was right about THE CINEFORUM being everything Jane Jacobs wrote about. It is. She is 100% right. It is something a lot of people value. It is something city bureaucrats are intent on destroying.

In 1968 when I first met her and her family Mrs. Jacobs asked me if I could show ROXIE HART with Ginger Rogers. It took a few years. One day a film distributor asked if I would do a program on women in film. I said, “Sure providing you get a copy of ROXIE HART with Ginger Rogers. If you do I will ask Jane Jacobs to introduce it.” He did and she did.

When the movie CHICAGO came out in 2002 I called her and said, “I’m taking you to a movie.”

She had never heard of it. Boy did she like it. I picked her up in a cab with her walker. When the movie was over I brought her home. She said, “Would you care for a tea?”

Inside she said, “I think you’d rather have this.” She put a beer in front of me and in front of herself.

Then she gave me the whole back story to ROXIE HART and CHICAGO.

By the time we got to our third beer she was glowing. It had been a wonderful day. How many got to have a friendly beer with Jane Jacobs let alone go on a date with her? Then, out of the blue, she said, “The best part of what you have to offer is what you have to say.”

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

Mrs. Jacobs said, “I would not say that.”

I replied, “I know the caliber of the people who vote on that. I would and do.”

People get Academy Awards for how good they are at faking it. That is what acting is. It is let’s pretend. Hypocrite is the Greek word for actor. Praise from Jane Jacobs came only for how good we are at being real.

I knew Mrs. Jacobs for two years before I found out she was a writer. Then I read her books. I read them several times. I am still reading them.

I am, however, the last person those who give out awards in her name would pick while being, I know, the first person she would pick.

The City Inspectors and the staff at Metro Licensing And Standards are angry that I refuse to do what they see as right.

What they see as right is what is written on a page in a book.

What Jane Jacobs and what I see a right is not found in a book.

The year I met Jane Jacobs, 1968, was also the year I discovered the Wilhelm/Baynes edition of THE I CHING. One of the things THE I CHING teaches is that the inferior man tries to create order out of chaos while the superior man (who is always on the side of those the inferior man sees as beneath him) sees the order inherent in the chaos. Jane Jacobs was a truly superior person. She said, “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.”

Said Jane, “Cities need old buildings so badly it is probably impossible for vigorous streets and districts to grow without them. By old buildings I mean not museum-piece old buildings, not old buildings in an excellent and expensive state of rehabilitation–although these make fine ingredients–but also a good lot of plain, ordinary, low-value old buildings, including some rundown old buildings.

If a city area has only new buildings, the enterprises that can exist there are automatically limited to those that can support the high costs of new construction. These high costs of occupying new buildings may be levied in the form of an owner’s interest and amortization payments on the capital costs of the construction. However the costs are paid off, they have to be paid off. And for this reason, enterprises that support the cost of new construction must be capable of paying a relatively high overhead–high in comparison to that necessarily required by old buildings. To support such high overheads, the enterprises must be either (a) high profit or (b) well subsidized.

If you look about, you will see that only operations that are well established, high-turnover, standardized or heavily subsidized can afford, commonly, to carry the costs of new construction. Chain stores, chain restaurants and banks go into new construction. But neighborhood bars, foreign restaurants and pawn shops go into older buildings. . . . Well-subsidized opera and art museums often go into new buildings. But the unformalized feeders of the arts–studios, galleries, stores for musical instruments and art supplies, backrooms where the low earning power of a seat and a table can absorb uneconomic discussions–these go into old buildings. Perhaps more significant, hundreds of ordinary enterprises, necessary to the safety and public life of streets and neighborhoods, and appreciated for their convenience and personal quality, can make out successfully in old buildings, but are inexorably slain by the high overhead of new construction.

As for really new ideas of any kind–no matter how ultimately profitable or otherwise successful some of them might prove to be–there is no leeway for such chancy trial, error and experimentation in the high-overhead economy of new construction. Old ideas can sometimes use new buildings. New ideas must use old buildings.”

THE CINEFORUM is in an old building. It is in a plain, ordinary, low-value, rundown old buildings.

Pierre Berton gave his last public reading here. James Adams, of THE GLOBE AND MAIL, asked Elsa Franklin, Berton’s long-time editor and agent, “Why is Pierre Berton, one of Canada’s greatest writers, giving a reading at reg Hartt’s rowhouse on Bathurst. Franklin replied, “Pierre loves Reg.”

A lot, a heckuva lot of people love me. The Lonely Planet places my Cineforum at the top of its list of places to see in Ontario and in Toronto. They also note that it is constantly under attack by the city.

I am, you might be surprised, actually glad that I am constantly under attack by the city as without that this place would not be everything Jane Jacobs writes about.

The only people who don’t like Reg Hartt are the people constantly filing complaints with MLS to get me shut down.

MLS, of course, feels it important to keep the identity of our accusers private. The person behind the complaints, however, when he thought he had achieved his goal boasted about it so we know his identity.

Who is it? Well, let’s keep his name off the public record. As to his work, well, he is a drug dealer who puts up street posters for a living and who also sells used bicycles. According to reliable reports from bike mechanics who briefly worked for him his used bikes are obtained from drug addicts employing the five finger discount.

This man has put up street posters defaming his former employees as rats (police informants). He has put up posters smearing a lot of people including former Councilor Adam Vaughan and, of course, myself. THE GLOBE AND MAIL did a story on this. You can read it here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/ .

“That does not concern us,” say the folk at MLS.

Jane would say, “It should.”

“What concerns us is your illegal public art gallery,” says MLS.

Jane would say, “It is not a public art gallery and it shouldn’t concern you. It is everything I wrote about.”

So Paul Bedford I invite you to join me in standing up for someone and someplace much loved by Jane Jacobs.

That, not walks or recreations of her living room in public art galleries, is what Jane Jacobs is all about.

It is the right way to celebrate her 100th birthday.

More than she was about walking Jane Jacobs is about standing up to bullies.

Of course, if you choose not to stand up, that’s fine.

Each of us must learn to stand alone for what we know is right.

The next time a city inspector comes by I am recording the encounter.

When the latest, Elliot de Barros, came by I said to him, “You know and I know I am within the city’s bylaws.”

“Yes,” he said. He now denies saying that. That’s fine. Here’s a poem by Yeats”

 
TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honor bred, with one
Who were it proved he lies
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbors’ eyes;
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.
Yes, how can we compete with one who were it proved he lies is shamed neither in his own nor in his superior’s eyes?
A lot of new ideas have come out of this old building but that is another chapter.

–Reg Hartt 8/15/2016.

http://how can you compete, Being honor bred, with one Who were it proved he lies Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbors’ eyes;

https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2010/09/15/fiorito_we_gotta_have_hartt.html

https://www.thestar.com/opinion/editorials/2016/06/28/the-city-should-leave-cineforum-alone-editorial.html

https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2016/06/27/cineforum-deserves-a-happy-ending-to-its-saga-keenan.html

Note: What Jane Jacobs most wanted in politicians is that they answer our calls. My calls are going unanswered.

In a repeat of his 2012 smearing of myself the man behind the complaints to MLS posted flyers all over Toronto this weekend saying I am a pedophile. I took pictures, took them down and then took them to the police where I was able to charge him with harassment. The police said, “What do you want done?” I said, “I just want this to stop.” They said, “We will warn him. If it does not stop we will deal with it.”

Here is a picture of one of those flyers:

In a repeat of his 2012 smear campaign (detailed in THE GLOBE AND MAIL) the man behind the attacks on myself posted this flyer all over Toronto this weekend.

In a repeat of his 2012 smear campaign (detailed in THE GLOBE AND MAIL) the man behind the attacks on myself posted this flyer all over Toronto this weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

History (Contrary to what lazy journalists state this is not a feud. Many have been harmed by this man).

There is this nutjob in Davisville that doesn’t let anyone put up posters:

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

Hate messages:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_MfdqCUqWw

Dr. Jamie’s Street Poster Campaign Against Terry Ross:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an6wuSoPjlc

Daniel Goggin on working for Dr. Jamie and being smeared by him with street posters:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v96QfcjaR2U

John-Paul Re on working for Dr. Jamie:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIP17OeXDCg

Fiorito: We gotta have Hartt; The city of Toronto is trying to shut down Cineforum, the film program Reg Hartt runs from his home. “Reg Hartt teaches like Neal Cassady drove a bus.”

https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2010/09/15/fiorito_we_gotta_have_hartt.html

Lawrence Solomon: Ford’s blow for film freedom

http://business.financialpost.com/fp-comment/lawrence-solomon-fords-blow-for-film-freedom

http://www.lonelyplanet.com/canada/toronto/entertainment-nightlife/other/cineforum

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?cat=29

http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=99

https://nowtoronto.com/news/reg-hartts-new-hero/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4PQEe6ryuk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20l7kxz3DG8

““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 of the original and provoking over the banal and soporific.”—THE GLOBE AND MAIL.

 

I am on time and on schedule.

overdosed 1“Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

“Because it is moving. Moss can only grow on something that is still.”

The woman who had asked the question looked at me in surprise.

“What is the matter?”

“No one has ever answered it that way before,” she said.

“Well, that is the answer,” I replied. Years ago in 1969 in a book titled YOU FOREVER by Tuesday Lobsang Rampa (an English plumber who said his body had been taken over by the transmigrated soul of a Tibetan Lama) I had read it.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” she said.

The year was 1981 just after the suicide of my brother Michael.

The setting was McMaster Psychiatric Hospital in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.

“When you turn thirty-four everyone you know is going to turn against you. You are going to celebrate your thirty-fifth birthday in a psychiatric hospital after you lose someone very close to you. Don’t worry about it. When you come out you will become the richest man on earth,” said the man across the table from me in the Parkside Tavern in Toronto in 1964. His name was Billy Veltzell.

I had met him my first night in Toronto. That morning my high school principal (in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario) had called me into his office. He said, “You have entirely the wrong attitude. If you leave this school today you will starve in two weeks.”

I left his office, borrowed some money from a friend, Cathy Roney, and caught the bus to Toronto where I thought I had a friend.

Turned out I was wrong about the friend. I had just enough money in my pocket for a beer. Drinking age was 21. I was 17.

No sooner had the waiter dropped a beer in front of me than the police walked in. “Drink your beer and talk with me,” said a man at the next table.

After the police left he said, “You are new in town. Do you have a place?” His name was Billy Veltzell.

“You should not have gone home with that man last night. He is a bad person,” said a much better dressed man the next night. He said he was a film producer. I wanted to work in the movies. He said he would help me get a job.

“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 turned to see him standing at the top of the stairs with a hammer in his hand.

“Give me what I want or I will kill you,” he said.

“Had I warned you yesterday would you have believed me?” said Billy the next night.

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

When, a short time later, Billy told me he was psychic and said I would be celebrating my 35th birthday in a psychiatric hospital after losing someone very close to me I laughed. Who can tell what tomorrow will bring?

Well, Billy could.

After I turned thirty-four just about everyone I knew turned against me. At the time I was running the first Cineforum which was at 12 Mercer Street in Toronto down by where the CN Tower now stands. It was an exhausting year.

By the end of April I had been given an ultimatum: seek psychiatric help or we will leave.

Those words I had laughed at so long ago echoed in my mind.

In front of me was a small copy of THE NEW TESTAMENT which I had found in the home of my uncle Douglas in Ottawa. He had studied to be a priest before entering the civil service where he rose to become Director General of Public Works Canada. I did not know it then but that was a uniquely powerful translation.

I opened it at random. My eyes fell to Jesus saying, “If you walk with me your father, your mother, your brothers, your sisters, everyone you know will turn against you. ..You shall be hated by all men for my name’s sake. But if you continue with me you will possess your self.”

Most translations say there “you will be saved,” or “you will find salvation,” or some such. None are as specific as this one was.

I thought about self possession. I realized that until we possess our self we possess nothing. I realized that the only thing we can truly possess is our self.

In that moment everything Jesus taught took on a new, clearer, more pregnant meaning.

It takes self possession to turn the other cheek. It takes self possession to walk the extra mile when someone forces us to walk one. It takes self possession to do good to those who do evil to us. All these things I saw now as exercises which help us to develop self possession.

On the eve of his crucifixion Jesus had said, “You do not take my life. I lay it down. I will pick it up.”

I realized that, in theory, it should be possible to so much possess our self that we can lay down our life and pick it up again.

All of this came to me in a burst of seconds.

I said to myself, “Your family, your friends, just about everyone you know has already turned against you. If you add this nothing will change and it is a better reason than all the rest for bearing with it.”

Morris Wolfe taught film studies at The Ontario College of Art in Toronto. He offered storage for my film library and an office. “You will be a great asset for the students,” he said.

Harry Stinson’s family ran THE GROANING BOARD RESTAURANT in Toronto. I had shown films there with great success. They were moving to a new location which would open in September of 1981. Harry wanted me to run a program there.

I decided to shut down for the summer. I figured at least one of these offers should come through. As it turned out neither did but that was Destiny.

My sister Kathy said I could store my stuff in her basement. Kathy’s husband Steve, an ambulance driver, and my younger brothers Mark and Michael came in to move my stuff. Michael, who was also called “Igor,” literally had a death’s head over his face. “That boy is not long for this world,” I said to myself.

On May 20, 1981 I moved to Hamilton. Michael was in the basement at my mother’s house writing something. He looked at peace. “Whatever was bothering him he has worked his way through it,” I thought.

The next morning, a Saturday (May 21, 1981) at my sister’s I felt an explosion of pain burst through my chest. I was seized by an overwhelming need for the arms of my mother.

I found out later that when people resolve to kill themselves a calm settles over them. I found out also that when young men die violent deaths in combat they are seized by an overwhelming need for the arms of their mother. Psychically I was linked to my brother at his moment of death.

Of course, I did not know that then.

That night at my sister’s we were watching a movie on television titled THE BEAST MUST DIE. It ends with the main character putting a rifle in his mouth.

At that moment the phone rang.

My sister answered it. As she said, “Something terrible has happened to our brother,” the man in the movie pulled the trigger. His movie suicide and the information of my brother’s death came at the same moment.

“Stay away from that girl,” said my mother at Michael’s wake.

“Why?” I asked.

“He drank with her at three in the morning. She shaved his head,” my mother said.

I knew then that if anyone loved my brother it was her and that if anyone knew what was going on she was the one.

Intuitively I grabbed a razor, a can of shaving cream and the biggest bottle of hard liquor I could find.

“Come with me,” I said to her.

We went down the street to my brother Richard’s house. There we drank, she shaved my head and, as who talks more than a barber, she poured herself out.

I knew swiftly why Michael had done what he had done.

My lover of seven years had decided to leave. When people decide to leave us they make up their mind about six months to a year before they tell us. In the time between the decision to leave us and the decision t0 tell us they are leaving they lie through their teeth to themselves about what a rotten person we are to justify their departure. By chance, during that time, I had read much on the process of divorce. Everything I read compared it to the sudden suicide of a close family member. I did not know it but my brother had walked through the same Hell I had.

My sister’s brother was an ambulance driver. He called the hospital he drove for. The head shrink told him that it was not unusual for one suicide in a family to trigger another.

“For his own safety the family should commit him,” Steve had been told.

That was how, against my will, I came to find myself being asked, “Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

After the doctor who had first spoke with me left a long time passed.

Then a second one came in. We spoke a bit and then she asked, “Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” she said as she left.

A much longer passage of time ensued.

A third doctor walked in. We talked. Then she asked, “Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

After I answered she left.  A much longer passage of time followed. Then she came back.

“Well, we see nothing wrong with you but your family insists you stay here. We would like you to commit yourself.”

I refused to do that as I did not want Billy’s prediction of so many years before to come true. If it did it meant that neither I nor anyone else is in control of our lives. All of us are puppets on the strings of Fate.

When I said I would not do that she replied, “The family has the right to commit you against your will for ten days for observation.”

Destiny had won.

As I walked out of the elevator on to the psychiatric ward my first thought was, “You know you are not crazy but the rest of these people must be or they would not be here.” My second thought was, “I’ll bet everyone who comes in here has had the same thought.”

I was taken to the psychiatrist in charge. We spoke. After a bit he said, “Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

I replied. When I finished to his satisfaction I asked that I not be given drugs of any kind while there. He agreed that I would not be given drugs. “I would like you to speak with my assistant,” he said, adding, “She will see that you are settled.”

I spoke with her for a bit. Then she asked, “Why does a rolling stone gather no moss?”

I said to her, “I am not complaining but I have been in here since early this morning. I have not had breakfast, lunch nor a coffee. I have answered this question several times before. I am just explaining that if I make a mistake it is because I am tired.”

“You have answered this question before?” She said.

In that moment I knew that where I had thought there was order there was chaos.

“We will get you something to eat,” she said.

She got me some food and a coffee. After that she showed me where I was to sleep.

“Get in line for your medication,” I was told the next morning.

“The doctor I spoke with said I would not be given drugs,” I said.

“Get in line,” I was told.

I refused.

Security guards were called.

I was stripped naked and taken to a room with a plastic bubble in the door so that staff could look in without having to open the door.

I was there for three days and nights like Jesus in the tomb. The lights were left on the full time.

“This is supposed to help?” I said to myself.

I had one question. How the fuck could Billy had known this was to come to be?

When I got the answer I got freedom.

As for the drugs, well, let them give me all that they wanted to. After my experiences at Rochdale College I knew that no drug could harm me.

On my 35th birthday as I cut the cake my sister Kathy had brought in to the hospital the psychiatrist in charge walked over.

“Do you know what is wrong with you?” he said.

“Nothing. I am on time and on schedule.  I am right where I am supposed to be,” I replied.

Shortly after I discovered I could leave if I chose to. I left. It took a long time for the effect of the drugs I had been  given to wear off. While they were wearing off I scared a lot of people. That’s another story.

 

Towards a Jane Jacobs Toronto “The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” – Albert Einstein

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City Inspector Elliott deBarros states he found a public art gallery at THE CINEFORUM. He did not.

In his letter to my landlord he states:

From: edebarro@toronto.ca

CC: jcorrei@toronto.ca
Subject: 463 Bathurst St. (Zoning Notice)
Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 19:45:34 +0000

To whom it may concern,

 

I am a Property Standards Officer with the Municipal Licensing & Standards Dept. of the City of Toronto. As a result of an investigation commenced after receiving a public complaint I have issued the Zoning Notice of Violation attached to this message. As I am sure you are aware the property is zoned as “single-family residential”, however, is currently being used as a form of “public art gallery” which is a non-permitted use under the City of Toronto Zoning By-law. I have met with your tenant, Mr. R. Hartt, and discussed the specific use with him and advised him of the need to have the Planning Dept. formally approve of the current use through the submission of a Preliminary Project Review application which he has formally declined to prepare. I have reason to believe that the property continues to be used on a frequent basis as other than a “single family residential dwelling” and is subject to triggering the issuance of a summons to court for both the property owner and the gallery operator.

Should you have any questions or concerns please do not hesitate to contact me.

Elliott deBarros (edebarro@toronto.ca)

In an earlier correspondence deBarros wrote: “I was hoping that you would re-consider submitting a Preliminary Project Review application as this would be the first step in preventing any further complaints being filed concerning the use of the property. If you are absolutely opposed to doing so I would like to remind you that I have no option but to issue a formal Zoning Notice by the end of this week.”

This last about issuing a formal Zoning Notice I found surprising as not only had he and I agreed when we met that my use of the space is within City Bylaws but also Metro Licensing & Standards had itself expressed that conclusion previously.

Two pieces from THE TORONTO STAR:

There is an error in the editorial.

  1. The city, sicced on Hartt by someone who apparently hates his ubiquitous posters.” The person behind the complaint (who has admitted to being their author) may hate my posters but that is not his reason. runs a street postering business. THE SUPREME COURT OF CANADA, in the Ramsden Decision defended Street Postering as “FREEDOM OF SPEECH FOR PEOPLE WITHOUT ACCESS TO MAINSTREAM MEDIA  (  https://scc-csc.lexum.com/scc-csc/scc-csc/en/item/1038/index.do  ,    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramsden_v_Peterborough_(City_of) ). In the operation of that business he consistently ignores the city’s street postering bylaws  ( http://www1.toronto.ca/wps/portal/contentonly?vgnextoid=08cb83cf89870410VgnVCM10000071d60f89RCRD&vgnextchannel=2f5b19f155cb0410VgnVCM10000071d60f89RCRD   , http://www.toronto.ca/311/knowledgebase/43/101000044643.html     , http://www1.toronto.ca/City%20Of%20Toronto/Municipal%20Licensing%20&%20Standards/1-Files/PDFs/postering101bookmark_final.pdf).  This person has also put up anonymous posters smearing myself and others. The details of that are in this GLOBE AND MAIL story by Oliver Moore:   http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/  .

 

TORONTO STAR Editorial …The city should leave Cineforum alone: Star 1

 

Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is an indie institution that Torontonians, and city hall, should cherish.

Tues., June 28, 2016: The city should drop its misguided fight against Reg Hartt.

For generations of a certain kind of Toronto film buff, Reg Hartt and the cinema-cum-salon he runs out of his rented Victorian on Bathurst Ave., below College, are institutions. Hartt’s little art house is among the stranger, crustier corners of the city’s cultural community, a place where cinephiles have gathered for more than two decades to watch and discuss the classics, from Luis Bunuel to Buster Keaton, Bela Lugosi and beyond.

But despite its cult status, the so-called Cineforum’s days may now be numbered. The city, sicced on Hartt by someone who apparently hates his ubiquitous posters, says he is in violation of zoning bylaws and must apply to recategorize his place as a public art gallery. That’s an expensive, time-consuming process, and Hartt, who is 70, says he’s not up to it.

The city should retreat and allow this indie institution to continue making its cultural contribution. It wouldn’t be the first time. In 2010, the Cineforum faced shuttering on similar grounds, but received a last-minute reprieve from an unlikely saviour: Rob Ford, ever ready to answer a constituent’s call. The first time the city came after the cinema, in the 1990s, an intervention from Hartt’s old friend and champion Jane Jacobs, the late influential urban theorist, saved the day.

It’s no wonder Jacobs was an advocate of Hartt’s. Though the eccentric impresario has a reputation as an ornery figure, occasionally combative in defence of his work, the Cineforum has done no harm, and is not likely to. Rather, by providing a free forum for curious Torontonians to consume and talk about art, it has in its modest way enriched the cultural life of the city. Any law that would erase this unique landmark on purely bureaucratic grounds is an ass of exactly the sort Jacobs fought so fiercely against.

A long-time Torontonian, Jacobs once wrote that big cities provide “what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.” Toronto, perhaps more than most metropolises, derives its greatness in this way, from the interweaving of its disparate parts. Jacobs worked much of her life to protect urban places, including ours, from paternalistic regulations that snuff out a city’s spirit by displacing the small, idiosyncratic thing in favour, inevitably, of a big, generic one.

The city government claims to revere Jacobs’ thinking. It should honour her – and her ideas – by leaving her favourite oddball cinema and cineaste alone. Toronto without the Cineforum would be ever-so-slightly less Toronto.

ART PROTEST

Cineforum deserves a happy ending

Reg Hartt has run film and lecture presentations out of his living room for 20 years — and now the city is trying to shut him down

Edward Keenan Star Touch

I finally watched a film in Reg Hartt’s living room theatre this week. Visiting his “Cineforum” is a Toronto indie tradition I’ve meant to participate in ever since I first saw, decades ago, his posters on lampposts for “The Sex and Violence Cartoon Festival” and screenings of Nosferatu and of Salvador Dali films. I thought recently I might never get the chance to actually go, since city officials, once again, seem intent on shutting him down.

Why would they do that? The place is a boho civic treasure: As Hartt will tell you, the Lonely Planet travel guide lists the “off the wall experience” of Cineforum as one of the top entertainment attractions in Toronto, and the late Jane Jacobs was an enthusiastic member of his audience and vocal advocate of his work.

He’s been showing films and giving talks to accompany them in Toronto since the 1970s, at first in rented theatres and bars. In 1992, a bartender gave him some grief during one of his presentations, so Hartt moved the whole crowd to his living room down the street. Since then, he’s hosted them there.

Earlier this month, the now 70-year-old Hartt announced that the Cineforum is dead. The reason? Toronto’s government issued him a notice that they consider him in violation of zoning regulations, as they say he’s running a “public art gallery” in his home. Hartt insists he is not running a public art gallery, and has never run one. Instead, “The Cineforum, indeed the whole house, is itself a work of art, a living breathing work of art,” Hartt says.

That it is. One afternoon this week, Hartt met me on the front steps of his rented Victorian house on Bathurst St. south of College, filming my approach on a handheld 3D camera. Inside his living room/dining room, decorated with monster masks and movie posters and filled with rolling office chairs, he hands me a pair of glasses and shows me on the big screen what I look like in three dimensions, while giving me a bit of history on the development of the technology and some discussion of the meaning of the name of God in the Old Testament.

Then he screens a 2004 Jane Jacobs documentary, stopping it frequently to talk about his study of her ideas — observations that frequently digress into disquisitions on civic governance, the I Ching, Christianity, Judaism, film and animation history, Ancient Greece, pedagogy, his own biography, the past and future of newspapers, and many other topics. He’s self-taught, like Jacobs was, and he’s skeptical about the value of classroom education.

Onscreen, Jacobs is heaping scorn on the classroom-educated urban planners she encountered when she started writing. They wanted a city that is “neat, clean, orderly; quick to understand,” she says. But cities and urban economies don’t work that way, and can’t. They are complex ecosystems, she says, webs of messy, disorderly interactions.

“It’s such a simple and obvious conclusion, it’s amazing anybody would object to it,” Hartt says.

This point is not unrelated to Hartt’s current troubles. His Cineforum is a tribute to the virtues of the unplanned, the uncorporate, the uncertified, the unregulated. What a treasure to live in a place where a character like Hartt can make a place for his passions and his art and where anyone can go and share them.

Cities, Jacobs says onscreen, need to fight everything that keeps people from “developing their own work.” A city economy, like the weather, “is making itself up as it goes along.”

Yet city regulators cannot figure out how to leave Hartt alone to develop his work. Standards officers asked him to apply for a zoning review to categorize his place as a public art gallery, a process that requires all kinds of fees and architectural drawings to complete. “I would ask that you check-in with the Planning Dept. and/or an individual familiar with municipal law prior to using the property in any manner other than a residential dwelling,” property standards officer Elliot deBarros wrote in notifying him that he and his landlord were being cited for a bylaw violation.

They came after him before, in 2010, until then-mayor Rob Ford intervened. Now, they have once again decided he’s a problem.

It’s not just this, of course. In this city, signs posted in the park tell you a permit is required to play Frisbee. In this city, immigrant kids trying to throw a skating party near Jane and Finch have to cancel because they don’t have two million bucks in insurance.

Maybe it’s a miracle Hartt’s been able to continue this long.

Fighting to save his work, he says, is fighting to “seize the moment to turn Toronto into a Jane Jacobs city.”

Hartt says Cineforum is dead. But he’ll continue giving presentations this summer at his house — posters he put up toward the end of the week just gave the address at 463 Bathurst, without mentioning a name. And he says he’ll continue to fight to save his work of art, his home. He tells me he invites people to come see the Shroud of Turin replica he has in his hall, elaborating on what it shows as a 3D rendering of the post-crucifixion body of Jesus.

What he is doing here, Hartt says, inviting people into his home, is testifying to his beliefs, practicing his faith. In response to that line of argument, deBarros from property standards wrote that use of his home as a place of worship “in whole or in part” is “a violation of the city’s Zoning By-Law.”

“Are you saying that under the city bylaws I am not allowed to practice my faith in my home?” Hartt wrote back.

I don’t know about faith and all that. But my own belief system says that if a law forbids Hartt to give film and lecture presentations here, it’s a bad law.

Toronto’s government constantly proclaims its belief in the Gospel of Jane Jacobs. But they can’t see the value in the kind of fascinating, eccentric home Hartt keeps. Instead, they try to shut him down in the very year they are loudly celebrating the 100th anniversary of Jacobs’ birth. If they understood the first thing about Jacobs’ work, they would let Hartt continue to develop his own.

“Hartt says Cineforum is dead. But he’ll continue giving presentations this summer at his house — posters he put up toward the end of the week just gave the address at 463 Bathurst, without mentioning a name. And he says he’ll continue to fight to save his work of art, his home. He tells me he invites people to come see the Shroud of Turin replica he has in his hall, elaborating on what it shows as a 3D rendering of the post-crucifixion body of Jesus.

What he is doing here, Hartt says, inviting people into his home, is testifying to his beliefs, practicing his faith. In response to that line of argument, deBarros from property standards wrote that use of his home as a place of worship “in whole or in part” is “a violation of the city’s Zoning By-Law.”

“Are you saying that under the city bylaws I am not allowed to practice my faith in my home?” Hartt wrote back.

I don’t know about faith and all that. But my own belief system says that if a law forbids Hartt to give film and lecture presentations here, it’s a bad law.

More on the person behind the complaints to the city:

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

Hate messages:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_MfdqCUqWw

Dr. Jamie’s Street Poster Campaign Against Terry Ross:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an6wuSoPjlc

Daniel Goggin on working for Dr. Jamie and being smeared by him with street posters:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v96QfcjaR2U

John-Paul Re on working for Dr. Jamie:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIP17OeXDCg

What is interesting is that Metro Licensing & Standards, City Councillors Joe Cressy, Mike Layton, and others have had access to all this information for years. They refuse to act on it. As well, they remain silent while the city machinery seeks to crush myself.

THE CITY OF TORONTO is currently experiencing the highest level of bike theft it has ever experienced.

“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.” – Albert Einstein.

Those who speak out are always few in number. Sometimes only one.

Those who speak out are always few in number. Sometimes only one. Be one of the few. We have too many of the other kind.

James ("Dr. Jamie") Gillisis also behind these anonymous flyers offering "USED BIKES" for sale. Daniel Goggin has reliable information as to where those bikes come from.

James (“Dr. Jamie”) Gillis is also behind these anonymous flyers offering “USED BIKES” for sale. Daniel Goggin has reliable information as to where those bikes come from.

THE CINEFORUM August, 2016.

 

The Cineforum, 463 Bathurst, Toronto. 416-603-6643.

Monday, August 29, Silent Film Festival

5pm: THE NIGHT CRY (1926) Herman C. Raymaker. Rin Tin Tin. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017205/

7pm: UNDERWORLD (1927) Josef Von Sternberg. George Bancroft. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0018526/

9pm: LOVE (1927) Edmund Goulding. Greta Garbo, John Gilbert. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0018107/

Tuesday, August 23, ANIMAFEASTIVAL: A Feast Of  A Festival Of Animation

5pm: THE FABULOUS WORLD OF JULES VERNE (1958) Karla Zemana. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052374/

7pm: GEORGE PAL’S PUPPETOONS  http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0657162/

9pm: THE WICKEDLY COOL GENIUS OF BOB CLAMPETT http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0163332/

Tuesday, August 30, ANIMAFEASTIVAL: A Feast Of  A Festival Of Animation

5pm: HOPPITY GOES TO TOWN (1941) Max Fleischer. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033727/

7pm: UPA ANIMATION FEST (1945-1955) Mr. MaGoo, Gerald McBoingBoing & more. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0033727/

9pm: BOOGIE 3D (2009) Gustavo Cova. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1235827/

Wednesday, August 24, Famous Monsters

5pm: THE HOUSE OF HORRORS (1946) Jean Yarborough. Rondo Hatton. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038621/

7pm: SUSPIRIA (1977) Dario Argento. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076786/

9pm: FREAKS (1932) Tod Browning. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0022913/ plus MAD LOVE (1935) Karl Freund. Peter Lorre. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0026663/

Thursday,  August 25. The Holocaust

5pm: JEW SUESS (1940) Veit Harlan. The film Hitler used to brainwash the SS into hating Jews.  http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032653/

7pm: HOLOCAUST: THERESIENTADT (2005) Irmgard von zur Mühlen. The top “show camp” that the Nazis used to deceive the world from the true atrocities that were unfolding behind-the-scenes during World War II is explored in this release showcasing the horrors that unfolded at Theresienstadt. A small, Czechoslovakian fortress town that served as the transit point for thousands of European Jews heading for death camps in the east, Theresienstadt was originally advertised as an “end camp” where weary Jews would finally be able to rest at the “Reich Home for the Aged.” The reality, however, couldn’t be further from the truth, and after signing away their properties and earthly possessions to the S.S., the Jews momentarily housed in Theresienstadt were quickly shipped to eastern death camps for extermination. The ruse was so convincing that it not only hoodwinked the thousands of unsuspecting Jews who arrived there, but the Danish and International Red Cross delegation assigned to review the so-called “Jewish Settlement” as well.

8pm: KURT GERRON’S KARUSSEL (1999) Ilona Ziok. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0192218/

9pm: THE FUEHRER GIVES THE JEWS A CITY (1944) Kurt Gerron. Supposedly never completed this film exists today in only fragmentary form. It is a heart breaker. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0194445/reviews-2

9:30: HARLAN In The Shadow Of Jew Suess (2009) Felix Mueller. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1327726/

Saturday, August  20, 27.

5pm: JANE JACOBS: URBAN WISDOM (2004) Don Alexander.  I would think that with my work here listed at the top of the world’s number one travel guide, THE LONELY PLANET, as one of the best places to see in Ontario and in Toronto that city officials would be doing what they could to help. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I want a Jane Jacobs’ Toronto. What is that? It is a city that adapts to its people instead of squashing them. Come to this program to see what Toronto can and should be. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs .

7pm: THE SALVADOR DALI FILM FEST Salvador Dali, with Luis Bunuel, so outraged the world with his first two films the pictures were banned world wide. In Europe we launch our career with a scandal. In Canada when a scandal erupts most artists cry. I don’t. Said Dali (and Picasso), “It is good taste not bad taste which is the enemy.” Yes, it is.

9pm: THE SEX & VIOLENCE CARTOON FEST The silly people cut everything from the great films of Hollywood’s Golden Age of Animation they thought might offend anyone. Many of the best are banned. This is your chance to see them as we are meant to. You will be amazed how much we missed as kids.

Sunday, August 21, 28.

3pm: BARRIE SCHWORTZ: THE SHROUD OF TURIN   THE SHROUD OF TURIN is the most important religious and scientific artifact we have. Barrie Schwortz was raised as an Orthodox Jew. He has not become a Christian nor a Jew For Jesus nor a Messianic Jew as a result of his work on The Shroud. Nor should he. Says Barrie, “The man on The Shroud is Jesus.” Access the Science Of The Shroud here:  http://www.shroud.com/menu.htm      . Come to this presentation to hear why, after 19 years of doubt, Barrie knew the man on the Shroud is Jesus.

5pm: ALICE IN THE WALL [ALICE IN WONDERLAND (1951) to the music of Pink Floyd’s THE WALL]

7pm: OZ DARKSIDE [THE WIZARD OF OZ (1939) to the music of Pink Floyd’s THE WALL]

9pm: KID DRACULA [NOSFERATU (1922) to music from Radiohead’s KID A and OK COMPUTER]

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If you would like a copy of THE NIGHT THEY RAIDED ROCHDALE COLLEGE send a donation of $100 to Reg Hartt, 463 Bathurst, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, M5T 2S9 and I will send you one. It will help me fight my battle against the City of Toronto's War On Fun.

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An Open Letter to City of Toronto Inspector Elliott deBarros:

Elliott deBarros,

From: edebarro@toronto.ca
To: firstnationalmanagement@hotmail.com
CC: jcorrei@toronto.ca
Subject: 463 Bathurst St. (Zoning Notice)
Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 19:45:34 +0000

To whom it may concern,

 

I am a Property Standards Officer with the Municipal Licensing & Standards Dept. of the City of Toronto. As a result of an investigation commenced after receiving a public complaint I have issued the Zoning Notice of Violation attached to this message. As I am sure you are aware the property is zoned as “single-family residential”, however, is currently being used as a form of “public art gallery” which is a non-permitted use under the City of Toronto Zoning By-law. I have met with your tenant, Mr. R. Hartt, and discussed the specific use with him and advised him of the need to have the Planning Dept. formally approve of the current use through the submission of a Preliminary Project Review application which he has formally declined to prepare. I have reason to believe that the property continues to be used on a frequent basis as other than a “single family residential dwelling” and is subject to triggering the issuance of a summons to court for both the property owner and the gallery operator.

 

I wanted to ensure prior to moving forward with the next phase of this investigation that Mr. Herman and/or his representatives are aware of the property use, the issuance of the formal Notice and the legal ramifications of allowing the use to continue.

 

Should you have any questions or concerns please do not hesitate to contact me.

 

Elliott deBarros (edebarro@toronto.ca)

Municipal Standards Officer

Toronto & East York District

433 Eastern Ave., Building B, 2nd Flr.

Toronto, Ont. M4M 1B7
Mr. deBarros,

I see that you are continuing with the fabrication that a Public Art Gallery exists at 463 Bathurst Street, Toronto and that I am operating it.

As has been made clear no such use is being made of the property.

Perhaps you are unaware of it but I am a part of the cultural fabric of Canada. The work I have done in this country has met with praise from around the world.

What is happening at 463 Bathurst is that I am following in a long established tradition in the arts of opening up my home as a Salon  ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salon_(gathering) ).

As well, this year marks the 100th birthday of my friend Jane Jacobs. It has been written that Reg Hartt’s Cineforum is everything that Jane Jacobs wrote about. Perhaps you are unaware of who Mrs. Jacobs was. I assure you that many people in this city, including the city’s Chief Planner Jennifer Keesmaat do.

Your unwarranted assault on myself and my landlord and the threats implicit in your correspondence are coming at a particularly propitious moment as they highlight what Mrs. Jacobs described in 1969 as The City of Toronto’s Perpetual War on Fun:

We both know that the person who has filed the majority of the complaints against myself is James Gillis (known as “Dr. Jamie.”).

It is on the public record that Mr. Gillis, who runs a street postering business and a used bicycle business, has left death threats on people’s telephone, put up thousands of posters slandering ex-employees and others including myself.

You stated to me that it is not your job to look into the activities of the complainant. I agree, it is not your job.

It is, however, both a duty and a responsibility to stand up to those who bully others. It is a responsibility MLS and the Mayor and Councillors and others of this city have been shirking.

You state: “I have reason to believe that the property continues to be used on a frequent basis as other than a “single family residential dwelling” and is subject to triggering the issuance of a summons to court for both the property owner and the gallery operator.”

First, while events are continuing at this address it is clearly stated on the materials that said events are limited to those who are friends of myself, Reg Hartt.

Secondly, despite your continued assertion that the space is being used as a Public Art Gallery, it is not.

Thirdly, this matter is now on the world stage. Eyes are on this city. Your actions are such that, especially at this moment, The City of Toronto will become the laughing stock of the planet.

I suggest that you and the staff at MLS obtain copies at once of Mrs. Jacobs’ books from her first, THE DEATH AND LIFE OF GREAT AMERICAN CITIES to her last DARK AGE AHEAD and read them. They are not hard to understand.

Then, instead of thinking of ways to further harass a person she loved put your resources to better use by eliminating from this city a man who has threatened the lives of many including myself.

One of the posters put up around the city by James Gillis smearing myself asked, “WHAT WOULD JANE JACOBS DO?”

She would do what I am doing. She would do everything in her power to see that the person behind this is stopped.

For too long James Gillis has been allowed to smear myself and others on the streets of this city. MLS has chosen to ignore this documented bullying.

Repeated requests for help to the office of the Mayor, Councilors Cressy, Layton and others have gone unanswered.

This is a disgrace.

Shame on you.

Your office epitomizes the meanness of spirit in a city that is everything Jane Jacobs stood against.

Joe Cressy, my Councilor, ought to be even more ashamed than you should be. He said to me, “I have seen those posters. They are hate.”

The question is, having recognized them as hate why has he not acted.

As for those of you whom I have included in the cc’s, Mrs. Jacobs wanted cities that adapt to its people not cities that force its people to adapt to it.

Ed Keenan, of THE STAR, said to me, “You are the only person in this city who stands up.” There used to be two but then Jane Jacobs passed away.

A note to Chief Planner Jennifer Keesmaat: Do you really want the world stage to see you as Chief Planner of a City that is so clearly trying to make political hay of Mrs. Jacobs decision to live in it while at the same time betraying completely her ideas?

Whatever the outcome of this I will come out shining. If I am forced to shut down the world will see that not as a blight on myself but as a blight upon this city and it officers.

If you google “Reg Hartt, Cineforum, Lonely Planet” you will see that I and my work place extremely high on the list of places to see in Ontario and in Toronto. The Lonely Planet also notes there have been many attempts to shut me down.

Shut me down and I walk out of Toronto a hero.

In this contest I have nothing to lose except my self respect if I don’t stand up to you.

There is only one way the City of Toronto can emerge from this a winner.

That one way is to recognize myself as the Cultural Hero I am.

“Old ideas are sometimes found in new buildings,” said Mrs. Jacobs, adding, “New ideas are found in old buildings.”

New ideas have been found through my work at 463 Bathurst. It is time the city recognized that.
–Reg Hartt 9/13/2016.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3D7J2ch2Tec

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Jacobs

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salon_(gathering)

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mn-uHw3oHL8

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Celebrating Jane Jacob’s 100th Birthday….Alone. It’s time to End Toronto’s War On Fun.

The official spirit of Toronto is STAMP OUT FUN.”–Jane Jacobs.
“The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don’t do anything about it.”– Albert Einstein.
Jane Jacobs is my friend. “Our mother adored you,” her children have repeatedly told me when we meet in passing on the street.
Good thing one of the things I learned from Jane Jacobs is the ability to stand alone while “good people do nothing.”
Some silly people in this city and around the world are celebrating Jane’s 100th birthday in ways she never cared for.
I am celebrating it in the one way she did care for.
Now I am not completely alone. Don’t get me wrong. People are giving me their support, their encouragement, their love.

TORONTO STAR Editorial …The city should leave Cineforum alone:

Tues., June 28, 2016   The city should drop its misguided fight against Reg Hartt.

For generations of a certain kind of Toronto film buff, Reg Hartt and the cinema-cum-salon he runs out of his rented Victorian on Bathurst Ave., below College, are institutions. Hartt’s little art house is among the stranger, crustier corners of the city’s cultural community, a place where cinephiles have gathered for more than two decades to watch and discuss the classics, from Luis Bunuel to Buster Keaton, Bela Lugosi and beyond.

But despite its cult status, the so-called Cineforum’s days may now be numbered. The city, sicced on Hartt by someone who apparently hates his ubiquitous posters, says he is in violation of zoning bylaws and must apply to recategorize his place as a public art gallery. That’s an expensive, time-consuming process, and Hartt, who is 70, says he’s not up to it.

The city should retreat and allow this indie institution to continue making its cultural contribution. It wouldn’t be the first time. In 2010, the Cineforum faced shuttering on similar grounds, but received a last-minute reprieve from an unlikely saviour: Rob Ford, ever ready to answer a constituent’s call. The first time the city came after the cinema, in the 1990s, an intervention from Hartt’s old friend and champion Jane Jacobs, the late influential urban theorist, saved the day.

It’s no wonder Jacobs was an advocate of Hartt’s. Though the eccentric impresario has a reputation as an ornery figure, occasionally combative in defence of his work, the Cineforum has done no harm, and is not likely to. Rather, by providing a free forum for curious Torontonians to consume and talk about art, it has in its modest way enriched the cultural life of the city. Any law that would erase this unique landmark on purely bureaucratic grounds is an ass of exactly the sort Jacobs fought so fiercely against.

A long-time Torontonian, Jacobs once wrote that big cities provide “what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.” Toronto, perhaps more than most metropolises, derives its greatness in this way, from the interweaving of its disparate parts. Jacobs worked much of her life to protect urban places, including ours, from paternalistic regulations that snuff out a city’s spirit by displacing the small, idiosyncratic thing in favour, inevitably, of a big, generic one.

The city government claims to revere Jacobs’ thinking. It should honour her – and her ideas – by leaving her favourite oddball cinema and cineaste alone. Toronto without the Cineforum would be ever-so-slightly less Toronto.–TORONTO STAR EDITORIAL.

It would be great if those making capital of the 100th birthday of Jane Jacobs would place themselves on the front lines in the avant garde of this conflict. It is not for myself alone that I am standing up. Essential to Jane Jacobs is that cities must adapt to its people not its people to cities.
Nor is this issue one that is confined to Toronto. It is an issue in every city on earth.
In standing up for something that has not been recognized by official Toronto as something of value but which has been and is seen by an extremely great number of people around the world as something of value I am standing up for the ideas of Jane Jacobs.
The first thing The Toronto Star’s Ed Keenan said when he walked in here was, “You are the only person in this city who stands up.”
Well, once upon a time there were two people who stood up. The second person was Jane. She’s gone.
“How do we know she cared about you?” the professionals who feast at the table far in the rear of the battle have said.
That question shows how little they understand Jane.
She understood that each of us has a duty, an obligation, a responsibility to not be numbered among those who watch and do nothing.
It’s time to Stamp Out The City of Toronto’s War On Fun. Celebrate the 100th birthday of Jane Jacobs with me as we transform Toronto into a Jane Jacobs City.–Reg Hartt  7/13/2016.
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“Preach Christ constantly. Use words if you must.”–David Mamet, BAMBI VS. GODZILLA

I first saw the words, “Preach Christ constantly. Use words if you must,” in David Manet’s BAMBI VS. GODZILLA.

Mamet being a writer, a play writer, a screen writer as well as a motion picture director and producer got those words simply by nature of his profession. He understands them. I understand them.

They are attributed to St. Francis who may or may not have spoken them http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2009/mayweb-only/120-42.0.html  .

Whether St. Francis wrote them or not is irrelevant. They sum up the best possible approach to writing which is why Mamet used them and why I am using them.

Those words don’t sit well with many in the Evangelical Christian community. That’s easy enough to understand. One can’t make a congregation value ourself as a preacher unless we preach in a manner they are used to. Simply put, a silent preacher is not going to get paid come Friday. Nor is one who challenges the assumptions and conventions of mainstream Christian thinking which even a casual reading of THE NEW TESTAMENT can show is wide of the mark which is the meaning of the word “sin.” The word “sin” means “to miss the mark.”

Well, the good news if you’ve actually taken the time to read the gospels is in Matthew 18: 14, “The LORD is not willing that even one of these little ones shall perish.”

This is further shown in the parable of the shepherd who loses one sheep out of his flock and who never stops searching until the lost sheep is found. In fact, he makes more joy over it than over the 99 that did not stray.

Clearly, each of us is a sheep in a flock of which the shepherd is determined to lose not one. Furthermore, as that Shepherd is God, if God could lose one that would mean his adversary, Satan, has more power than God. By the way the literal meaning of the word “Satan” is “the adversary.”

Which is not the case. Satan has no power except the power God gives him and the power, through not knowing that he has none, we give him.

In Luke 7: 36–50 Jesus states, “Those forgiven little love little. Those forgiven much, love much.”

Most of us have experienced the tiny love of those forgiven little.

Too few have experienced the great love of those forgiven much.

Those forgiven little talk endlessly of how unless we obey the will of God we shall suffer eternal damnation.

Those forgiven much talk of the vastness of the love of God.

That’s how we can tell who has more understanding. Omar Khayyam understood that. He has truly deep understanding.  This is why you won’t find me in a church.

Too much of Christian thought comes from a misapplication of the letters of St. Paul. The paragons who think themselves models of virtue are fond of selectively using Paul’s words while editing out the parts that show their use of these words wrong. We see lists of people who will not inherit the Kingdom of God on Bible pamphlets. We do not find Paul’s words warning us not to condemn any of those listed as we will then bring the condemnation of God upon ourselves.

The biggest difference between the St. Paul and the authors of the gospels of Mark, Matthew, Luke and John is that Jesus hangs out with and never once finds fault with the very people Paul assures us will not inherit the kingdom of God. At the same time Christ has nothing but the harshest words for those who think themselves above reproach.

I thought of this yesterday reading a church pamphlet on the value of chastity.

Now I certainly have lived an unchaste life. And I certainly am not about to change that. I have a very simple reason. Self interest. I have learned more about love from making love than I could ever have learned from just reading about it.

Experience has taught me that those who write without experience write without understanding (and write a great deal).

There is simply nothing on earth that can compare to the beauty of the touch of another upon our flesh who wants to touch our flesh. All of this came home to me again late last night when a friend I had not seen in several years came by.

I feel sorry for those who have only experienced the touch of hired professionals (whores). Their gold can’t buy them love. The illusion it does purchase is only that of self deception. They desire to believe they are an exception. They are not like the other clients their “sex worker” services.

Mind you, when I see a sex worker I desire I don’t let gold get in the way. As Blake said, “Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.”

But then, Blake, unlike so many, knew what he was talking about. He could say in a few words what most can’t say in thousands.

Yes, Preach Christ constantly. Use words if you must.

–Dedicated to  my friend Nima Hoda, one of the many who walked in for a presentation then decided to stay for awhile enriching my life beyond measure in the process. It was Nima who gave me his copy of THE RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM. When he did so he said, “You have all these sayings posted. Find something in this to post.”

I opened it and found perfection. I found perfection when Nima walked into my life. I have found it again and again here as new people walk in my door. This is why I fight to keep it open. I have Faith that one of these days even Will Sloan will understand it is far better to stand with those this world damns than it is to stand with those who damn them.

CRAZY JANE TALKS WITH THE BISHOP

I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I.
“Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon run dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul pigsty.”

“Fair and foul and near of kin,
And fair needs foul,” I cried,
“My friends are gone, but that’s the truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart’s pride.

“A woman can be proud and stiff
when on love intent;
But love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not first been rent!”

William Butler Yeats.

I’ll take Jane over the Bishop. Yeats, too, says in a few words what most can’t say in many.

–Reg Hartt 07/08/2016.

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David Mamet: “Like the belief of the terminally ill in medicine, the belief of the legitimately frightened in the educational system is a comforting lie.”

The audience will teach you how to act and the audience will teach you how to write and direct. The classroom will teach you how to obey, and obedience in the theater will get you nowhere. It’s a soothing falsity.

“Like the belief of the terminally ill in medicine, the belief of the legitimately frightened in the educational system is a comforting lie.”–pg. 19, David Mamet, A Generation that would like to stay in school, TRUE AND FALSE.

When young people who aspire to be film makers ask me what school they should go to I tell them Stanley Kubrick never took a day of public schooling he could get out of and that he certainly did not go to film school.

“But I’m not Kubrick,” they reply.

Yes, sadly, they are not.

The two books I most recommend on film and theater are David Mamet’s TRUE AND FALSE, Heresy And Common Sense For The Actor and BAMBI VS. GODZILLA On The Nature, Purpose and Practice of The Movie Business.

A while back while postering I ran into a fellow who had a great animosity towards me (which is a fairly common thing). I got him to speak with me about his reasons for this feeling. He told me he had come to a program, we had talked and I had told him he was wasting his time in theater school. He let me know that I was wrong and that, in fact, he had learned a great deal in theater school.

I then asked him a couple of basic question such as at what moment do we drop character when onstage.

“What?” he asked.

The answer is that we never drop character on stage. We do it only when we are at least six feet offstage and out of view of the audience for if we drop character while on stage the audience is taken out of the play.

I then asked him questions about various acting techniques. These questions were meant to lead into why technique is to be avoided.

For example, the dominant school of acting when motion pictures came on to the scene was the Delsart Method https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois_Delsarte.

Few seem to know this today. The reason for the broad acting highlighting poses instead of naturalism we see in early film stems directly from the Delsart method. People read his books. They believed what they read.

Turned out he had heard of none of those schools of acting.  Yet he thought himself well taught.

I have found over the years that many students who come to my programs bring with them an attitude that, frankly, robs them of learning.

“Being knowing and blasé is really the sign of a very unsophisticated person. The most sophisticated thing one person can say to another is ‘I know nothing about this. Please tell me.'”-Oscar Hammerstein III.

I got a postcard from Emo Philips on which he had written, “I honestly believe you are the greatest teacher I know for only you teach the evil of teaching.” Then he added, “Well, not only you. David Mamet, in his new book TRUE AND FALSE, confirms everything you have been saying all along.”

I then bought a copy of Mamet’s TRUE AND FALSE. I can’t recommend it high enough. Its ideas, essentially about theater acting, apply across the board.

All of this came back to me when I read Will Sloan’s piece on the closing of The Cineforum  ( http://torontoist.com/2016/06/reg-hartt-cineforum-closes-again-2016/  ).

 

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Bidding Farewell to Reg Hartt’s Cineforum, Again

Maybe this time it’s closed for good? We remember the weird rite of passage that was Cineforum.

By Will Sloan

The Cineforum is dead. Again. “For good” this time. For now, at least.

“Of course, we’ve been down this road before. It seems that every few years, Reg Hartt announces that his homegrown movie theatre (located in the parlour of his house at 463 Bathurst St.) is shutting down. He’s used a variety of tactics to keep the city officials at bay: his theatre is “a club,” or maybe it’s “a gathering of friends,” and actually you pay “a donation,” not an entry fee. For years he had an ally in his old friend Jane Jacobs (“The best part of a Reg Hartt presentation is what he has to say,” he quotes her as saying). He was once even saved by the late Mayor Ford, and thereafter became an unwavering Ford National (including producing a 3D documentary of Ford Fest).

“More recently, he’s found himself in bitter conflict with James Gillis (aka “Dr. Jamie”), Toronto’s ruthless poster baron and his chief competition for bulletin-board space. The enmity has played out through a series of veiled threats and potentially libellous accusations via poster. Hartt, who just turned 70, cites his battles with Gillis and renewed city zoning issues as the reasons for his retirement. “This week I found myself more physically drained and exhausted than I have ever been,” he wrote on his blog. “It’s clear the City is not going to stand up for the rights the Supreme Court stood up for. It’s also clear I am wearing myself out.”

“He opened his house to the public in 1992, but has played movies in Toronto since the ’60s (most famously at Rochdale College). Most people I know have been to only one of his screenings, if any. Words like “creepy” and “scary” are common. Well, pull up a chair and allow me your indulgence, because your old Uncle Will is about to stroll down memory lane. I have ambivalent feelings about the Cineforum, but a lot of fond memories too, and I think Toronto’s film culture will be poorer without it.

“When I was a kid, I was enticed by those black-and-white posters advertising Metropolis, Nosferatu, and other movies Blockbuster didn’t have. For a young movie buff in the suburbs, the Cineforum gave the vibe of a certain kind of downtown bohemia. I remember going for the first time on my fourteenth birthday to see a program of Charlie Chaplin shorts. I remember Hartt’s lengthy intro, in which he argued that Chaplin’s genius was fostered by his creative mother and vaudeville upbringing, and emphatically not the school system.

“In high school, I told my friends about “this guy who runs a movie theatre in his house,” and I remember their horrified looks when I suggested we go. As an undergrad, I remember getting piss-drunk with friends and going to his What I Learned from LSD presentation (turns out it was a two-hour video of Hartt telling his life story, only periodically touching on LSD). I remember seeing his “Sex and Violence Cartoon Festival,” where an obscure film called Eveready Harton in ‘Buried Teasure’ made me gasp with laughter. I remember seeing the banned Rolling Stones documentary Cocksucker Blues next to a middle-aged longhair who got up and danced to all the songs. It’s one thing to see a movie like Cocksucker Blues from the comfort of a museum; it’s another to see it in a place where it still feels dangerous.

“Literally every student journalist has profiled Reg Hartt at some point. For me, this rite of passage came in 2008, when I was a second-year U of T student and writer for the Varsity. I was a Cinema Studies major, and the conversation with Hartt kept coming back to this. “When people come out and pay their money to see a film, they’ve come to be astonished, and when you’re in a classroom, you’re not sitting there to be astonished,” he said. “It’s a whole attitude of superiority to what you’re seeing. … Something happens with a movie that’s more than 10 years old. When a movie’s more than 10 years old people expect it to be much more serious than a contemporary film. Usually, students especially miss the mark on them, largely the fault of their teachers, who bring a great weight to this work that was never there in the first place.”

“During another Cineforum closure scare in 2012, I wrote an appreciation of the Cineforum for the now-defunct A.V. Club Toronto. I was probably thinking of the guy in my class who called Bergman’s Persona “the biggest waste of time I’ve ever seen” when I wrote: “The relentlessness of Hartt’s attacks on the education system can be wearying, but I wonder if he might be on to something. On a visceral level, I have rarely felt a film’s greatness in a classroom, but I have often felt it at the Cineforum.”

“A provocative statement—and, once I started seeing it on every Reg Hartt poster on every street corner in town, a regrettable one. It’s true that a classroom is not an ideal place to be swept away, but from Bazin to Baudrillard, a proper cinema studies education offers extraordinary range of approaches not only to film, but philosophy in general. But, alas, I wrote these words, so I accepted the responsibility of living with them.

Then one day in 2014, another poster appeared on Toronto’s streets, once again featuring the dreaded quote, this time in huge font next to a picture of yours truly (looking every bit the childish goofball who would write such a thing). Beneath my photo, a caption: “Will Sloan is making a mark for himself as one of Canada’s most interesting new writers. On top of that he is hot. Folks are lining up to jump in his bed.”

“I wrote Hartt an email telling him that this was embarrassing and inappropriate. He seemed to think he was doing me a favour: “That bit about folks lining up to jump in your bed might not be true now but it ought to be, should be and, I have a hunch, will be.” I asked him to stop using the poster, and to take the image down from his website. A few days later, he wrote on his blog: “Will Sloan emailed me after I posted this asking that I remove the description of him as hot. He said it is embarrassing. Embarassing [sic]? There is the triumph of our school system. It produces men without balls, eunuchs.” He concluded the post with: “So, Will, don’t email me asking me to remove this because I won’t. If that means I don’t see you again, well, the loss is yours.”

“I haven’t been back since. On his blog, he likes to position himself as the last honest man in a city full of phonies: “You won’t find me invited to speak at TIFF, The Bell Lightbox, Dialogues on Ideas or any of those places,” he writes here; “You won’t find media film writers at The Cineforum,” he writes here. He likes to quote Jane Jacobs’ saying, “Old ideas are sometimes found in new buildings. New ideas often need old buildings.” Hartt fancies the Cineforum to be a salon for the arts, and maybe new ideas do emerge there, but Hartt’s own writings are now little more than lists of people who have praised him, and vitriol towards those who haven’t.

‘But, despite everything, I admire Hartt’s commitment to the history of cinema. Un-beholden to the whims of the market, Reg keeps showing Chaplin, Keaton, Griffith, Murnau, Lang, Stroheim, Riefenstahl, Bunuel, Pasolini, Lon Chaney, Bela Lugosi, Todd Browning, Tex Avery, and Winsor McCay. He once brought the great Looney Tunes animators Friz Freleng and Bob Clampett to Toronto, and still plays their cartoons uncensored. With his unique scoring of silent films (including, yes, Nosferatu to the music of Radiohead), he finds ways to make dusty canonical classics come alive.

“Though his strict opposition to film academia is an intellectual dead-end, I admire how he treats the classics as living, breathing entertainments. Here’s something he said in my old interview, circa second-year university, that has always stuck with me: “For years they’d show Battleship Potemkin in film class either silent, or somebody chording on a piano, or somebody playing symphonies or waltzes or something. And then they finally found the original Edmund Meisel score. … That score was so powerful that Hitler had it destroyed. But then when the Meisel score was rediscovered, people went, ‘Oh, it’s an action film.’ Well, the movie was made for the public! It wasn’t made for a bunch of intellectual academics: it was made for the raw public. Of course it’s an action film!’”

On the whole this is good. However…

Will seems not to understand that in dance, literature, movies, theater not to say all of the arts critical praise is used in the promotion of works.

When someone, as Will did, writes, “The relentlessness of Hartt’s attacks on the education system can be wearying, but I wonder if he might be on to something. On a visceral level, I have rarely felt a film’s greatness in a classroom, but I have often felt it at the Cineforum,” that stands as one helluva endorsement. I don’t know of anyone working professionally in the arts who would not be delighted to highlight such a statement in their promotion.

In the comments to Will’s piece I found this: Danny Wood, “Maybe if RH wouldn’t undress me and others with his pervert stare everytime I walk past, he could have actually made something of that place.

Now I don’t know who Danny Wood is. I do know that I do not undress him and others with my pervert stare every time they walk past.

Sloan write, “More recently, he’s found himself in bitter conflict with James Gillis (aka “Dr. Jamie”), Toronto’s ruthless poster baron and his chief competition for bulletin-board space. The enmity has played out through a series of veiled threats and potentially libelous accusations via poster. ”

That conflict dates back almost twenty years. While some, the METRO newspaper for one, have called the conflict a feud it is not as THE GLOBE AND MAIL makes clear here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/toronto-alternative-theatre-founder-stands-up-to-bullying-threats/article549053/      .

One Sunday morning when I biked around the city with flyers for my programs I saw posters on every available surface targeting myself as a pedophile. Those posters were put up by James “Dr. Jamie” Gillis who had mounted a similar campaign against a former employee to whom he owed money in 201o:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=an6wuSoPjlc  .

What is wearying is not Gillis it is the apathy of people who should know better. It is the writers who are too damned lazy to do what a real writer does which is a little thing called research.

I often quote Jean Cocteau‘s “Whatever the world condemns in you make it your own. It is yourself.

It helps to know that Cocteau was effeminate. Boy, did he get condemned.

But what courage he displayed throughout his life and in his work! What magnificent courage.

Will writes, “I remember going for the first time on my fourteenth birthday to see a program of Charlie Chaplin shorts. I remember Hartt’s lengthy intro, in which he argued that Chaplin’s genius was fostered by his creative mother and vaudeville upbringing, and emphatically not the school system.

I didn’t argue. I stated a fact. That fact is historical. All we have to do to know if it is true or not to a little thing called research. Chaplin’s genius was fostered by his mother and by his vaudeville upbringing.

We find ourselves back where we started.

“The audience will teach you how to act and the audience will teach you how to write and direct. The classroom will teach you how to obey, and obedience in the theater will get you nowhere. It’s a soothing falsity.

“Like the belief of the terminally ill in medicine, the belief of the legitimately frightened in the educational system is a comforting lie.”–pg. 19, David Mamet, A Generation that would like to stay in school, TRUE AND FALSE.

In TRUE AND FALSE Mamet states, “Invent nothing. Deny nothing. Stand up. Speak up. Stay out of school.

I’m with Mamet.  Nor is Mamet alone. In the post following Jane Jacobs says much of what Mamet says.  Here is but one example:

Incompetent By The Time We Are Prepared https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUQYpbqHXE4 .

In the comments to Will’s piece a fellow I don’t know, Danny Woods writes, “Maybe if RH wouldn’t undress me and others with his pervert stare everytime I walk past, he could have actually made something of that place.

Excuse me, Danny, but if you take the time to look you will find that I have made something of this place. But then again, those who take the time to look are always few in number. Take a look here: http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?cat=29   .

I get intense glares from a few young men who walk by. To a person they are either young gay men or young gay men still in the closet (who, from experience, are always the chief among the homophobes as they hate in others what they are finding hard to accept in themselves).

Those genuinely comfortable in themselves, by far the majority, are friendly.

Charlie Chaplin, contrary to what many think, was not Jewish. When asked if he was, though, he always emphatically, said, “YES.”

Why? Because in Chaplin’s eyes it was important to stand not with the haters but with the hated.

It is in my eyes as well.

In the end the Danny Woods and Will Sloans are the ones I am most here for.

Lacking courage themselves they despise it in others.

Will writes:

“Then one day in 2014, another poster appeared on Toronto’s streets, once again featuring the dreaded quote, this time in huge font next to a picture of yours truly (looking every bit the childish goofball who would write such a thing). Beneath my photo, a caption: “Will Sloan is making a mark for himself as one of Canada’s most interesting new writers. On top of that he is hot. Folks are lining up to jump in his bed.”

“‘I wrote Hartt an email telling him that this was embarrassing and inappropriate. He seemed to think he was doing me a favour: ‘That bit about folks lining up to jump in your bed might not be true now but it ought to be, should be and, I have a hunch, will be.’ I asked him to stop using the poster, and to take the image down from his website. A few days later, he wrote on his blog: ‘Will Sloan emailed me after I posted this asking that I remove the description of him as hot. He said it is embarrassing. Embarassing [sic]? There is the triumph of our school system. It produces men without balls, eunuchs.’ He concluded the post with: “So, Will, don’t email me asking me to remove this because I won’t. If that means I don’t see you again, well, the loss is yours.”

“I haven’t been back since. On his blog, he likes to position himself as the last honest man in a city full of phonies: ‘You won’t find me invited to speak at TIFF, The Bell Lightbox, Dialogues on Ideas or any of those places,’ he writes here; ‘You won’t find media film writers at The Cineforum,” he writes here. He likes to quote Jane Jacobs’ saying, ‘Old ideas are sometimes found in new buildings. New ideas often need old buildings.’ Hartt fancies the Cineforum to be a salon for the arts, and maybe new ideas do emerge there, but Hartt’s own writings are now little more than lists of people who have praised him, and vitriol towards those who haven’t.”

Well, Will, again if you’d take the time to do research you’d find that an awful lot of people who have walked in my door have walked out transformed. New ideas have been and are found here. By the truckload.

Do you seriously think that when I quote Cocteau’s “What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you,” I am not going to practice it?

Of course, I am not going to apologize for saying that you were hot. Though I do have to admit now that you have shown that you are not hot.

Henry Miller wrote, “A real man unbuckles his belt and looks for trouble.”   http://reghartt.ca/cineforum/?p=5651

Neither Will Sloan nor Danny Wood can meet Miller’s mark.

But then, very few can. The point is not to meet it but to surpass it.

Will, you found flyers saying you are hot embarrassing? Try going out and seeing a city filled with street posters saying you are a police informant as Terry Ross did. Try going out and seeing posters everywhere saying you are video taping girls up the skirts and recording drug dealers as Daniel Goggin did. Try going out and seeing posters plastered everywhere saying you are a pedophile as I did. When Gillis found that failed he posted new ones saying I am running kiddie porn. When that failed he postered flyers everywhere saying the police have told me I can’t charge admissions (they haven’t).

I have learned a great deal from this. The chief thing that threatens us is not the Dr. Jamies but those who stand by and do nothing.

Luckily, not everyone is Will Sloan or Danny Wood.

Emo Philips was appearing in Toronto. The city was covered with big posters announcing his appearance. I was posting flyers when someone tapped me from behind and said, “What are you showing tonight, Reg?”

I turned and saw that it was Emo.

He told me he had been a regular at my programs in the 1980s when he was just starting his career by performing in Toronto clubs.

“There is nothing more yielding than water. Yet nothing equals it for wearing down the hard. Thus the weak can overcome the strong, and the gentle conquer the hardhearted. This all know but none practice. Therefore the Sage says: “Who will take on himself the slanders of men’s tongues shall save the state. And he who will bear the burden of the world’s sin shall be its King. This paradox is true.”–Lao Tse, THE WAY OF THE TAO.

I have taken on the absolute worst slanders that men’s tongues can cast.

They have not brought me down.–Reg Hartt 07/07/2016.

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John Taylor Gatto: Underground History Of American Education  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWRqZrCMqbA&list=PL8v6e5jkrm1FvaQv7GuZe41o4fPfreV0O

https://www.thestar.com/opinion/editorials/2016/06/28/the-city-should-leave-cineforum-alone-editorial.html

http://startouch.thestar.com/screens/1cb9b322-f604-45d4-9471-b2e463c42884%7C_0.htmlhttps://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2010/09/15/fiorito_we_gotta_have_hartt.html

http://news.nationalpost.com/full-comment/lawrence-solomon-jane-jacobs-rules-as-ford-strikes-a-blow-for-film-freedom

 

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Every day I find the flyers I and others have put up around the city promoting our events destroyed. So who is destroying them? One guess.

Gillis attacks are not on myself alone. This post dates back to 2010. What kind f a person leaves death threats on people's phones over posters? The answer is, not a very good one.

Gillis attacks are not on myself alone. This post dates back to 2010. What kind f a person leaves death threats on people’s phones over posters? The answer is, not a very good one.