Monday, February 28, 2005

Sadie Sun Salutations

sadie sun salutations
sadie sun salutations,
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Well, it's been a while, but she's still very much on my mind and in my day. So here she is in all of her final glory: Sadie, ages 17 to 19. Born in the early 80s to Lychea in a house on Main Street in Vancouver. Lived in various west end apartments, then on 10 acres of rain forest where she developed her cougar tracking tactics, then Toronto, and finally New Jeresy--too bad she didn't make it to Brooklyn. She would have liked the hood. For more photos click here.

Margaret Atwood interviews

Okay, so Margaret Atwood has long been known as a "difficult interview". Well, click here for a recent one-on-one. Who's having fun with whom? Acutally, at the moment you can search through the CBC archives to see footage of Atwood over the years. There's a reason she's the Queen of Can Lit. There may also be a reason she's a bit of a grumpy interviewee. And after 40 years it's no wonder she has come up with the "remote autographing" device...

Found Doll on Atlantic Avenue

Same deal. Found object, half hour of playtime. This one particularly fascinated me as I had one of these "Kathy Walker" dolls before I could even walk--I remember looking up at that face, and I do remember walking along with her. Only mine was brunette and had that famously bristling hair. For those L Word fans, you'll note how this looks like Ivan unwrapped... For a slideshow click here.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Martin's Favourite Poem

The little fishies in the brook,
they look and look and look.

My sister rides a bicycle.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Beautiful Boxer

Wow, that's all I can say about this one. Beautiful Boxer is glorious! Yes, it is sentimental, but still well worth seeing. How often do we get to watch a transvestite kick some hard core manly-ass in a boxing ring? An unbelievably powerful and inspiring tale...

Friday, February 25, 2005

Michael Moore

Is it or is it not? Celebrity sightings are one thing, but mysterious sightings quite another. So, you tell me: is this guy, being filmed in Central Park last weekend, Michael Moore? I took the photo (one of the most fascinating aspects of the installations for me was how people were attempting to photograph and record themselves within the structure), but then, you can see he was clearly miffed at me and I pulled back. But then I thought, hm... You can just see the leg of the woman filming him, and behind her several cameras etc.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Korean Wedding Photos

One day she went for a walk in the park and discovered that dozens of couples were getting married, all on the same day! Everyone was politely waiting their turn to pose in the best locations. There was some difficulty finding views without wedding parties in them! If you look close you'll notice that even the squirrels and robins were entertained... Click here for slideshow.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The commute

We're having a cold snap in New York/New Jersey... Click here for a slideshow from warmer days. I'll update it soon. New improved! I just doubled the slideshow.

Not an exciting day for Samuel Pepys!

Friday 21 February 1661/62

All the morning putting things in my house in order, and packing up glass to send into the country to my father, and books to my brother John, and then to my Lord Crew’s to dinner; and thence to Mr. Lewes Philip’s chamber, and there at noon with him for business, and received 80l. upon Jaspar Trice’s account, and so home with it, and so to my chamber for all this evening, and then to bed.

Check out his diary here. There are some exciting elements to this diary, began at a crucial point in Britain’s history. Oliver Cromwell dead, his replacement overthrown, republican elements creeping in... Politics. Things never change. Oh, and by the way, it's pronounced Peeps! Ya, always trying to trip us up with the pronounciations...

Monday, February 21, 2005

More gates!

And just in case anyone is taking themselves too seriously, here's another version of the gates! (Thanks Bobbe!)

Joy, joy, joy!

I found this link on maissoneuve. Joy comes in all shapes and disguises! Gotta love it. By the way--if you can't hear this you aren't getting the joy!

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Nathalie Stephens

Here's a young poet burning up the air...a great poem posted online from this month's WALRUS. Her book Paper City, from Coach House, is gorgeous too...

To prose or not to prose what makes a poem is

James Tate's new book: return to the city of white donkeys, arrived yesterday. You can read a poem at poetry daily. I love this book. I've been a fan ever since reading the 1997 Best American Poetry, which he edited. It remains one of the best selections in the series: a roaming eye, funny, and so inclusive. The poems in "city of white donkeys" are all prose. Don't look for condensed imagery here, or overly "poetic language", if you think that's what makes a prose poem. These are more like fables, maybe more like Baudelaire or Lydia Davis, than say, Anne Carson's prose poems in Short Talks. What is the line between prose poems and short short fiction? Is it line breaks? Is it that sense of distillation? Is it sharpness of feeling? Here's Rachel Barenblat's ruminations on webdelsol. As for me? I'll be pondering over the coming weeks...I'll let you know.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

The Gates, Central park

Here's the slideshow! Enjoy! It's a loop from Strawberry Fields, over the Bow Bridge, through the ramble, around the boathouse, by the fountain, and out again... The guy with the pole is one of the many Gate Pokers--their job is to unravel the material should it get wound around the gates--which it does. (They've thought of everything!) But some critics have frowned on the colour: a saffron, rather than a deeper Tibetan orange. And it is a bit weak...but stunning too, especially when the wind catches the fabric, or, as here, when the sun gets behind... Not sure what the animals think of it. The owl tree has had its branches cut so nowhere for the long ears to hide now.

Gentlemen, your turn is over...

This is one crazy, playful artist. But I enjoyed Peter Hujar's "Night" at Matthew Marks Gallery, much more. The feel of the city, Battery Park, Meat Packing district, before the gentrification. A different city.

Separation Anxiety, Deb Clem's work now on view in Chelsea!

Ellen Gallagher

Everybody is talking about Ellen Gallagher... I'm not so taken with this, but it is visually stunning and powerful.

This cat was wild...nothing like a cab on a cold afternoon, and this one had the dashboard thing all going on...

More clowns!

Galeria Ramis Barquet, Chelsea. Seems to be a theme of the moment...

Friday, February 18, 2005

Found Clown head on Atlantic Avenue

I had this on the fotoblog, but it's much better as a slideshow. If you click here, you can see it. The object of the game with these found objects is a half hour of play and you must leave the object behind--in other words, you can't take the object to another setting. Unless of course you can do that in half hour... Perhaps this is my response to Cindy Sherman. Yes, there is somthing creepy about a Clown's head.

Gertrude Stein, "Any one doing something and standing"

"Any one doing something and standing is one doing something and standing. Some one was doing something and was standing. Any one doing something and standing is one doing something and standing. Any one doing something and standing is one who is standing and doing something. Some one was doing something and was standing. That one was doing something standing." Stein
Next up: Tender Buttons. To read online click here.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Cindy Sherman as Clown

I really wasn't sure what to make of the Cindy Sherman show that was last at Metro Pictures in Chelsea... The digital was clearly digital: eye-popping colour. There was something creepy about the photos too--perhaps the notion of the aging clown cast as one of favourite photographers was a bit too much for me. Actually, I admired the fact that she wasn't hiding her age. Of course the whole Ronald McDonald thing here, the whole clown's are usually the saddest people--but come on. Maybe it's her way of working through Steve Martin?
For a peak behind the mask click here. (photo from Metro Pictures)

Gone to print!

Well, it's officially off my case you've been wondering where all the time to post has suddenly come from. Wow, I actually have a life! More on Open Field here.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

What's a little grease between friends?

The Grease Trucks, Rutgers Campus, home of the "Fat Bitch" and other unmentionable sandwiches... This photo was from Halloween night a while back. Usually the crowd isn't as surprising as the sandwich names, which this week, have been covered up by duct tape.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Bill Viola

Bill Viola's Five Angels of the Millenium. Now on at the Whitney and a must see...

Gay Penguins Won't Go Straight

The sad note in this whole story is that after all of the clearly homosexual behaviour exhibited by these guys, the zoo officials insist on importing females!!

Dia Beacon

Went to Beacon yesterday with Mairead to read for Kazim Ali's Nightboat Books. Stopped at Dia of course, which was amazing. The Louise Bourgeois made me queasy, not in a bad way, but a definite physical reaction. Robert Ryman was inspiring in terms of what he was investigating, but looking at the white on white on white on have to wonder. Or at least I did. But I loved this idea, from the essay provided:

"Ryman's aesthetic practice is further illuminated by his observation in the late 1960s that "there is never a question of what to paint, but only how to paint. The how of painting has always been the image—the end product."3 For his part he has "wanted to make a painting getting the paint across"—meaning getting paint literally across the surface and, more idiomatically, getting it across as an idea.4"

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Guess the station...

A little interactive post...I've been telling you all where I am in the subway system, but this time I'll let you figure it out. Of course that I am somewhere in the subway system is a good start. Click on "comments" to leave one.

42nd Street Station.

Bryant Park/NY Public Library.

And into the station

The Q. There are a series of blue lights--both in the station and in the tunnels--maybe it's just the winter light, but when they hit, my mood lifts, even if it's already good.

Heading into the tunnel

Okay, I'll try not to obsess about the lights from the train window--each train has its particular temperature of light, and each line its particular kinds of graffiti. Again the Q, a recent favourite route to Union Square.

Q train windows

Q train windows. Scratching is the latest form of graffiti, but it can't be that satisfying. Circles and circles and circles...

Photograph, Soho

Wish I could remember the artist's name. Loved the exhibit, and this was such a quirky photo. Some days I feel there are a hundred such bubbles bobbing behind me.

Time passes

"We must wait for the future to show..." Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. This site has a link to the complete text of the novel online.