These are sounds recorded for eyes from around my neighbourhood in Toronto....But do I want people to believe in the naive magic of eyes? What kind of poet is still qualified to perscribe those placebo pills of the gods? And when you are not here can the same power be applied just to the words? Can we hope for the power of imagination? Maybe it will be safer that way. What we lose in vividiness we can make up for with freedom.....But it's important too for the speaker to have a set of eyes to give words to. It's true; I want to believe in the eyes of listener. The steady stars against which the darkness of words flow. What do you see?

(00:09 - 00:41) Poetry by Jerasimos N. Mantas 'The sleepy eyes of dawn'. (00:55 - 02:26) Review of the free art exhibit currently on view at the Gladstone library while it is being renovated. (02:30 - 04:12) Interpretation of the Lee Maracle poem we found on display at the Gladstone library. (04:16 - 04:45) Eye spy with Lola By Design while at the Gladstone Hotel. (04:41 - 05:10) Spam and the artist-audience relationship. (05:07 - 05:40) My impression of Benjamin Mueller-Heaslip's take on Toronto culture. (05:37 - 07:29) 'Imposter' by the Parkdale Revolutionary Orchestra. (07:20 - 08:07) Lola By Design on the visual nature of her craft. (08:02 - 08:42) Phil on making eye contact with strrangers. (08:35 - 09:39) Remembering eyes. (09:30 - 10:20) Phil on falling to the bottom of their soul. (10:17 - 10:31) Poetry by Jerasimos N. Mantas 'Meet me'. (10:30 - 10:38) Lola By Design on heat changing glass colours. (10:30 - 13:59) 'Solar eclipse' by Signe Miranda's Veranda