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in case you were looking for a little magic
Sheep, Goats, octopuses and toads all have rectangular pupils (although they appear as slightly oval due to the rounded nature of the eye). The evolution of how this came to be is an unsolved mystery but i guess it helps them evade all the predators who hunt them both night and day.
route 99
post number 99.
this one is dedicated to the kamloops contingent,
unfortunately my pictures of other rob a.k.a rubber toe, a.k.a. lazer beam, a.k.a. lazer toe are not at my disposal here in chelsea. sad. cause they are obviously hilarious.
luckily for the others, i have enough material to sufficiently remind myself of the fun that awaits me in the west. i was asked by ‘the lord’ (a name delineated from jamie c) about what i wanted to do while i’m there. basically from the stories i’ve heard, i’ve concocted a patchwork plan which is somewhere between the daily routine jaime and i used to have and some pretty amusing activities… will we for instance be chased by tumble weeds? will we drink at the country bar below where b and j used to live? to be honest, i’ll be happy with whatever ends up happening, i’m just excited to see everyone again!
some dusty scans from in and around.
scuba diver
sunken vessel
old house
the quarry.
the wakefield raft
i’ve been home for a few days now, and scouring the old computers for something to post. something appropriate has been hard to find. if i didn’t come upon these, i might have resorted to posting embarrassing family photos. luckily i found a few pictures from the raft… 2007, 2008 i’m not sure but that year’s ship was a fine craft. there’s nothing like being woken up before 7am, (assuming you went to sleep) to a maniac tearing up his own front lawn, hot dogs and warm beer served for breakfast. there’s no waiting for nobody when the raft is set to sail. so starts the off-time tribal barrel beats that pound into your skull for hours as we meander down the lazy river. we navigate the rapids, anchor to the covered bridge, scream and yell to all those who have come out to catch a glimpse (of the eye sore that will probably sit in the village for two months before its burnt). the raft everybody… i wonder if she will ever sail again?
construction tremors
montreal’s biggest problem is that there isn’t enough space to store all the orange cones. consequently, the city is forced to be in a perpetual zone of construction.
the people of montreal dream in orange cone, recounting the times they accidently hit feral tangerine or were forced another route due to a large pile up of cylinders.
to fit in, most have taken to wearing plaid of neon and reflecting.
the issue worsens in that the prevalence of construction cones is so great that they are disregarded and the city was forced to buy new ones that have more significance. violet striped cones are trumping the old fashioned orange and white. the disregard for old cones and reverence for the brighter, bolder cones has significantly increased the coneage in the city.
in montreal, we are all suffering from construction tremors.
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Tagged construction, Listpoem, montreal, Montreal construction, Nightmares, plaid
fly by night bandits
farka farka
odey mama caught in the act
this is a hold up
photo credit to come…
a walk in the park
thank you for coming to the vernissage
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, electronic loft, first roll, holga camera, Listpoem, montreal, multiple exposure, robots
odey mama
first two thoughts of the day:
~must feed odey
~ i don’t post enough…
what were you doing at 9am this morning jc?
be there?
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Tagged Art, electronic loft, installations, List, Listpoem, POEM, vernissage
bitter sweet surprise
a few months ago, i was invited to a free-jazz show (not to be mistaken with a free jazz show) by the lovely, lady josephine. i guess it’s pretty obvious, but lets just she was invited to the birthday party so mr. jazzman could have his cake and eat it too (*if you know what I mean). and what a show it was. if ever you have the opportunity to watch a beautiful woman jump out of a cake, please take it. the party was at the space formally known and loved by my many of us still, 185 Vanhorne, the former BEAR loft. its always bitter sweet going back there, remembering back when it was barely livable, back when there where enormous piles of sawdust everywhere, and how we taught ourselves how to use power tools, build walls with doors, listen to the trains come and go, and we danced and laughed in the big empty space for hours that first night and so many more.
scorched city.
on the fourth of july
the excitement of wax-accelerated combustion
will impact your memory
with thick heat, blasted eyebrow, the glory of faces across flame
but eventually all the box fires melt into each other
and you remember each less distinctly
except that one, mysterious night
with independence on the line
when there was a heap of coated cardboard
that revealed in glorious bursts
a hidden city beneath
once the intolerable temperature ceased
darkness crept back into pupils
we settled around our scorched city
admiring its structure, substance and worth
that went beyond the initial heat of the honeymoon phase
and lasted well into the great history of memory
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scrappers delight
tossed sore sight. scrappers delight.
if it doesn’t work right. scrappers delight.
broke down in the night. scrappers delight.
midnight gentlemen
followed by a band of bright eyed kittens, the serious, solemn D and J are competitive contemporary dancers who traverse the city glittering eye lashes and creating deep yearning.
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Tagged bird of prey, Contemporary Dance, darryl singh, Jamie Campbell, Kittens, Listpoem, montreal
le pick-up
rey took me out for breakfast this morning at le pick-up. it was really good. pretty sure i had a breakfast sandwich on a croissant. is there anything better? anyways, my film always lives too long in the holga, and it gets all light leaky and shit but i guess that the way it goes.
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bus graveyard
where STM’s outdated vehicles go to die.
it used to be the final parking spot for Montreal’s elderly transportation. then one night a hooded figure masked in smoke ran past me and lou made the call to the fire station as one lone bus experienced a viking burial. torched to a crisp, the bus graveyard was no longer a fine canvas for graffiti, but a symbol that the out of function busses needed a new retirement home.
desole hors service
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, burnt bus, bus graveyard, desole, hors service, kirk irwin, Listpoem, lou kosack, montreal, public transportation, rail road, siobhan mcpherson, STM, tracks, water tower
BenB then and now
Ben Borden is a texan-turned-montrealer. he tends to live in small spaces–closets serve him just fine. i don’t know this for sure, but i imagine that if you were to visit one of these rooms you may happen upon a glockenspiel, a collection of handsome cardigans, framed oil paintings whose artists are unknown, foreign magazines, various cameras, projectors, and synths in varying conditions, the remnants of modest meals. i imagine it to be an interesting sort of space, a neat choice collection of things… the first image dates back to one of the first times i ever saw ben perform, in the old bear loft, and this picture sums it up, if i remember correctly he played that guitar with a wide variety of things (that may have been found kicking around his room). we’ve been following ben’s musical adventure since he moved to montreal, and you can check out his and david ertel’s latest endevor SOLAR YEAR .
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Tagged david ertel, experimental music, Listpoem, portrait, solar year
Bird of Prey
Discovered in the attic of a grandfather house.
it has slowly decomposed allowing the feather to reveal
the fleshy straw of its innards, much like a vulture.
A few wires cage its fragility though it is paraded about town in the passenger seat of a car.
I had been warned not to look into its eyes; I dared and I saw their glassy truth.
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, andrew ryan, attic, bird of prey, construction, fall, Listpoem, quebec, uncle denis
Happless and Homey
Heidelberg’s biggest problem
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Tagged detroit, heidelberg project, homeless, Jesse Perlstein, Listpoem
rats, trash and pigeons
things i miss
things i can do without
things which fly
the places unknown
the photographic image records a moment of beauty divorced from its behind the scenes significance. Where we were, what we did and why is not always important. the pictures testify to something more ubiquitous, to the fact that such places exist, that in certain urban spaces, nature is still raw, eerie and beautiful.
Somewhere between domestic and majestic
The great swim, the epic barn sleep, the most terrifying 1 inch bat, and the box of burgers.
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Tagged Bass, Boating, Carp, Fishing, Ralphie, The country, The Hermans, Wakefield
No Standees Permitted
Vanessa Morrell is faster than boys.
She has hair longer than a pirate’s longest rope.
Vanessa Morrell is a silly goat’s best friend.
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nothing to robot in 60 seconds
beats by zgeb
animal costume humbly worn by amy v., grace and adam h.
animal farm and petting zoo
these starving horses and sheep ran over to us in a flash, which is a funny thing to see really–
all of their mud encrusted dreaded wool bouncing in the sprint. their hoofs making these hollow little thuds on the mossy pasture. there was a few more images, but something happened to the film. story of my life.
what a bunch of squares
this is one of those one minute, one take, once in a life time directorial experiences.
pretty sure that walmart, or bell, kraft or some corporate clowns just made this same type of video. what this means of course is that i have the same level of artistic know-how in first year video art class as the multi million dollar advertising teams of corporate america…
oh and i forgot to focus the camera which is why its so blurry.
under the highway
day three, frigid explorations continued through the cold drizzle of impending fall. this huge building leaves you feeling small against the freeway, its haunting echos of sky high traffic vibrate along pane-less corridors of reclaimed territory. it will all be gone and forgotten, but for now it remains a priceless gallery for those who are willing to enter.
from the horse’s mouth
we wake up early to find out that a road-trip is happening that day, a vague plan slovenly made while inebriated the previous night, ‘we’re going to the country‘ was the basic idea. it’s the first day of vacation and so it works out perfectly. first we drive to the south because darryl has to work. its not as nice down there, but almost as far as our northern destination.
no one is home when we get to greg and tibors. it’s raining lightly and the grass is long, shoes and pants won’t fare well we figure so they are left in the car. barefoot through the forest towards water–we know there is a river somewhere in some direction… we follow jan’s giggles and stop to look at red and then white mushrooms that look like they glow in the dark. i took a few pictures. we crossed a foot bridge over the creek, and felt the wood rotting under our feet and give way. at some point, due to our dallying we loose j. j then amy slosh through this tunnel where the creek gives way to the river. jan was already swimming and the fog and rain barely disturbed the mirror image of trees on water. i take what feels like forever so scramble across the rocks, slippery and treacherous. we swim around, sling mud, fight the current for an hour or so– by this point its truly raining hard. so we go back another way, straight up it feels, crab apples and wine, small animal traps, neighbours dogs, barbed wire, forking paths, honey sandwiches, and farm animals…more about this last point coming soon…
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Tagged clay horse, lost in the woods, ragweed, roadtrip, swim in a river, tibor
casual exchange
a list of our friends who have not commented on our blog:
1. toby pickels: a.k.a. shouldercat.blogspot.com
2. dan daddy-o d. : aparticlewave.blogspot.com
3. more to come…
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sheets
sails set, dew surrenders.
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Tagged amy vaillancourt, jr bike shop, lofts, montreal, parc jeanne mance, ross john lyle, shadows, wind catchers
jeanne meance hang-outs
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Nerds do
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cool kids
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Tagged dave, fun, mont royal, montreal, parc, photograph, red lens, siobhan
