a vacant hole
once purposeful
now a layered picture
the opposite of a mountain
with a reservoir at its pinnacle,
collecting gravity’s treasures
I always wanted to be a geologist
heathcliff’s harem
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it comes to a point
not everything has to be right angles
perspective: when lines get fuzzy
all the way up there, one step at a time
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Tagged architecture, ghosts cities, Listpoem, montreal, nyx, snow storm, stairs, westside st laurent alley
sights set
“deceptive lizard”- Apatosaurus
Marsh, the inventor of the brontosaurus made a purposeful mistake. The bones for his creation were assembled from a head and a body found in separate quarries, as well as in different strata. Yet it remains one of the most complete skeletons ever exposed even to this day. A fabrication of magic and legend warming out hearts to the cold blooded building sized lizard.
One must study their prey before the hunt in order not to be deceived.
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paper hearts
hairless bodies clamber within the corridors of their papery spit sack;
ever-expanding production to satisfy the tireless needs of their queen.
the systematic ticking of the gauge as it spins is
patterned with humming wings and scurrying feet.
sensing danger
reaction attack
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dying every second
depths of layered reality, somewhere between shadowed pasts and ghostly futures.
haunted we are by glimmers of far off white.
even the stars are dying every second.
their light may pass us eventually but it continues and expands the universe further.
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Tagged alley, amy vaillancourt, ghosts. montreal, graffiti, holga camera, Listpoem, stars, street art, winter 2011
Key’d
“Key?”
“No, it’s okay, I got it open myself.”
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barefoot
one shoe, alone in the alley, missing its usual friend.
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to be a park legend
tender on delicate branches, facing the slope to infinity of a brick wall.
feral city beasts using parks to their maximum.
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Tagged brick walls, climbing trees, cory chivers, Listpoem, montreal parks, night time, siobhan mcpherson
summer heat
brooklyn boys beat the heat with snow cones and broken fire hydrants.
montreal girls hit the rooftop for cool breezes.
either way it was way too hot to stay inside.
good times new york until our paths cross again.
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my heart, your junk
my heart, your junk
and then across the farm point bridge.
Frankie lays watch on an eerie untouched hill
each rusting souvenir, chest forward, head strong,
remains unmovable, proud and lost, in Alcove.
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so back to the drawing board…
there will be no more playing inside the scuttle-bug. only on the empty field that is left.
that blasted place, treacherously inviting adventures atop a dark and holey stairwell.
it’s almost as though someone in the city finally had an intelligent idea for progress,
now if only they’d turn it into a garden or something…
the mirror’s eye
twinkle toes and stardust pressed on after the precipitous on slaughter. they fancied their gaze upon rainbows as ships finally sunk across a setting sun.
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heart shaped snowflake
inspired by the massive amount of snow that had fallen and continued to fall we decided to go out into the night and try to capture some of it’s enchantment. out in the alley we attempted to get some action shots of jumping off dumpsters into the puffy blanket but all that produced was strange ghostly flashes. we did however manage to catch this magical moment. it arguably took all the chaos of the universe to procure this chance encounter.
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priceless artifacts
here is to a beautiful boom-box.
an elegantly crafted piece of machinery.
an object capable of breaking it down or soothing the soul.
in some senses a slice of time itself.
an ant’s perspective
the corners we forgot
remembered with two blinks of an eye
i like looking at the ground because i am shy
but sometimes it is nice to look up at the sky
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pigeon life
pigeons sit on electrical wires, vests puffed, toes warming.
but, they are anxious there and take flight, only to become cold and lonely again, wanting return to their friendly wire.
columba livia; the rock dove; the pigeon.
pigeons came across the atlantic as food, for colonists, starting in the 1600s.
these pretty, feral, winged, city-rats breed four to five times a year. there have been attempts to halt their successful reproduction with serious measures, like electrical fences and food stuffed with contraceptives.
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san francisco treats
if you ever needed a friend
who was the better of the best of friends.
even if you didn’t need a friend; irresistible, really.
the winter’s tale
Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
Partake to everyone. I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some withered bough, and there
My mate, that’s to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.
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exterior wall accessories
Street side cabinets
figure and organism
Back door specials
the darker places
Portals penetrate
the maze of grottos
Syntactic relations
of transferable language
on the up and up
spiraling staircase
ascending levels
in fall time when
nature puts itself
to sleep
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porcelain perlstein
why does china get all the good things?
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Club 27
this post is dedicated to one of my oldest companions;
confidante, partner in crime, ally and a force to be reckoned with.
we’ve been gently oscillating between head-to-head and tête-à-tête,
confidante, partner in crime, ally and a force to be reckoned with.
we’ve been gently oscillating between head-to-head and tête-à-tête,
going on 17 years now,
understanding this nuance in language, is a labour love,
as it often is with those you care care for most.
happy birthday amy, you’re the best!
watchful eyes
blank stares
woodland creatures
there is something special about carrying things around on the ends of sticks. there is also something humorous about going around looking through people’s recycling for tin cans and then hammering holes into them with some finishing touches of garbage bag fringe. some things take a stretch of the imagination and a little bit of effort.
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prosopopoeia
seemingly old as dinosaurs, they display their strength with heavy arms lifting boxy cargo into the ports of san francisco
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southern aqueduct
retirement dream:
watching ducks swimming in the mote around the medical castle in quaint lakeland florida.
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easy getaway
you know those people who can walk through walls?
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paneless retrograde
take that
garbage post
over the last little while i have been developing this sort of theory that people are ok with garbage accumulating in certain places. maybe it is that they don’t really notice the piles or maybe it is the unwritten language of city, proper etiquette if you will. it seems partly due to the patterns of human behavior, the necessity of these neutral spots and there is definitely a location issue (slightly off the main street, tucked into a recess, never in someone’s front lawn). it seems that over time these spots become even more useful, somewhat like a reusing center but free, anonymous, ever changing; a reflection of the community itself.
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keys and ladders
the logical use of a ladder is to reach higher space. the logical purpose of a key is to gain access to that which has been locked. but what they do have in common? = they are man made and therefore unnatural, in a sense pollution, garbage. but they sure are shiny.
the man who let us photograph the keys is a little bit hysterical, being portuguese, but he says the kids are always coming in asking to take pictures. the street art was done by toby xx on a multiple exposure.
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Two Lonely Winter Princesses
About us:
We enjoy short walks in the snow and long johns.
In our spare time we try to capture ghosts.
Looking for someone who is also enraptured by the paranormal.
Comment below to give us a sign. We want to believe.
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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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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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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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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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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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