Thursday, 28 December 2017


dying man ...
doctor, I feel this pressure in my chest
can’t breathe - I don’t get it, I’m still young
why is this happening to me?

doctor ...
it’s stress - here take 3 of these daily
and come back in a month
if you still feel any pain

F L E S H  A N D  B L O O D

composed & performed by Jim Lamarche with Alun Davies & Ron Allen
at Temple Studio - 9 Westminster Avenue, Toronto
in October 1992

a David Wilson film © 2015 Tame Impala/Interscope Records
edited/posted by Jim Lamarche - music © 2017 - Temple Music


Saturday, 23 December 2017


she wasn't sad anymore
she was numb
and she knew
numb was worse

S A D  W A L T Z

pictures from the film Anna Karenina © 2012 Working Title Films
Sad Waltz - from the album Night Parachuting 2
© 1991 Spiral Sky Music, Toronto

music composed & performed by jim lamarche


Monday, 18 December 2017


there was a time when meadow grove
and stream the earth and every common sight
to me did seem apparelled in celestial light

the glory and the freshness of a dream
it is not now as it hath been of yore
turn wheresoe'er I may by night or day
the things which I have seen
I now can see no more

but there's a tree of many, one
a single field which I have looked upon
both of them speak of something that is gone
the pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat
wither is fled the visionary gleam
where it is now the glory and the dream

William Wordsworth


My grandparents (on my Mom's side), were deaf.
When I was about seven years of age, I learned sign language
out of necessity and curiosity.

My grandfather was an artist/engraver, and was an intelligent 
and creative man who had difficulty dealing with his infliction.
He spent most of his life hospitalized in an institution for the mentally disturbed.

I have fond memories of the many hours that my grandmother and I spent talking
with each other on our hands, at her house at 519 Edward Street in Woodstock. 
This piece was created in Robert and Mona Batho's memory 
and is dedicated to all those who live in the silence.

Edward Street - from the album Night Parachuting
© 1991 Spiral Sky Music, Toronto


Saturday, 9 December 2017


we don’t talk so often anymore
and you are miles away
but I hope you know
that you remain my home

and lately I've been feeling 



I'm lucid - somewhere between
awake and asleep
talking to myself
a lot

fragments fermenting in ferocious furious
dementia distributing drainage
forever forgetting
fragrant form

regrets and that which I cannot change - won't change
beckoning betrayal, disciplining the damage
hanging on to her soap on a rope
gazing into the contour
in awe

screen gem - seeing them
in a different world
out there - somewhere