Mother's Right arm
Like a wounded Robin's wing
Mother's right arm, an invisible sling
that the elastic has stretched to it's maximum now
locked and jawed
stiff and frozen -
She aches.
Her pain not solely in her right arm
Her pain it wakes aches as
her body is stress
A mass
Electric and tender
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| 2008-07-15 06:52 |
| I'm not quite sure how to make friends |
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| friends, poetry |
I'm not quite sure how to make friends
I'm not quite sure how to make friends
Only now do I realize this.
I mean I like to talk about books you like to read books I like to read
Movies you like to watch movies I like to watch
Things you like to do things I like to do
Dreams that you dream and dreams that I dream
Family you love to love that drive you mad that you know or don't know from young grow old
Oh, and then there are
Lovers you love, loved, lost and met
Friends you have, had and just met...
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| 2008-07-13 08:22 |
| foto decadence |
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| portraits |
Sometimes it's fun to get really dressed up and pretend you're in Vanity Fair, GQ, Dazed&Confused, or any sort of expensive glossy fashion magazine. Especially if you are away in the big city.
Here I am channeling my inner Marilyn Monroe:
Here is the boy:
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my comrade made me an ultra kick-ass necklace.
a remake of a anni albers/bauhaus necklace by steven ischkin (!)
eg. http://www.doverstreetmarket.com/dsmpaper/ligia_dias.html
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shoe obsession, a dog-walker, and the existentialist.
I wore my ruby red Dorothea shoes to work today. Black pants is my default choice of bottom attire. And today I wore a chocolate-brown t-shirt. My azure backpack is usually stuffed with books and papers and occasionally a lunch.
The little sparkles and ankle buckles of my ruby red shoes make me happy.
A French writer, Stendhal has said, "beauty is the promise of happiness". This idea crossed my mind this warm, Monday afternoon. I was walking back to work and enjoying the slight breeze, squinting against the mid-day sun and a young lady was in the parking lot tugging at something with good might. For a moment, the cars in the parking lot instilled curiosity.
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Maybe I want a new pair of shoes.
Or maybe I'm thinking up an alter ego.
Either way, my ruby red shoes and my good friends - is my happiness.
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| 2008-06-20 17:23 |
| pink hotel |
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| poetry |
we go there
to escape to think to find out what we want to do to be happy to be alone to be empty and full
at the same time
we go there for the comfort for the unfamiliar familiarity of everyday customary complimentary
continental
we buy things
sometimes without thinking
we do things
sometimes without thinking
at the pink hotel
you are safe
you will always be young
you will always be free
to do what you wish
it's transient living
it's a temporary tattoo
it's your favourite first kiss
it's the first touch of the water in the pool
and then you have to go.
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| 2008-06-18 22:41 |
| sleep baby sleep |
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| poetry |
jan 28 2008
blue, blue, blue
sleep baby sleep
may my palm warm you
may your fever cool
rest baby rest
let me knead all of your knots
i'll meld away your worries
sleep baby sleep
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one weekend, maybe three weekends or four ago
my friends and i met up with our grade 8 teacher, nice man and our 'surrogate granny' aka betty dear at applebee's
(can't believe it's been atleast 7 years)
i had kept in touch with my teacher over the years
and we finally settled on a date
despite us waiting half an hour for each other in the very same restaurant, slightly across from each other -- it was a pleasant reunion.
we were carefully picked away at over appetizers and salad
our current endeavours
our current skills
our future plans
our past memories
after taking inventory of the above...
our teacher was in midst of building a house out on the lake
rob is the electrical/wiring guru (i hadn't seen him for so long!)
ian the new media, writer
elise is the geographer
and me?
i like to bring people together in all three instances of time, the past, present and future.
when it's right.
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| 2008-06-15 19:28 |
| my raining day list |
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| lists |
it's raining hard
it's been raining abundantly this june
my room is lightly fragranced of cranberry oil
i hear the birds chirping to each other
the water trickling off the roof.
books i am reading currently:
necklace of kisses by f.l. block
the architecture of happiness by a. de botton
books i would like to add to my library:
the principles of uncertainty - m. kalman. her drawings are stringy and the text is playful
the cabinet of natural curiosities - a. seba
tilt - n. shradry
marriage-themed movies (i seem to watch alot of these as of late):
sex in the city - love and friendship never goes out of style (steven, ash and i could not stop laughing and enjoyed it immensely)
what happens in vegas - marriage is an agreement, being in love is partly being your total self (with the girls and ian)
made of honor - my best friend's wedding with Dr. McDreamy.
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| 2008-06-12 22:12 |
| layers |
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| poetry |
i love layers all kinds of layers like clothing like the bed sheets that keep me warm but not too warm i like the layers in pastry ooey gooey crispy crunchy phyllo satisfying the layers of snow the layers of autumn fall leaves beneath my feet the layers of icing the layers of music of loop machines layers and layers of electronic of strings on brass on bells and fuzzy guitars hand claps and old microphone calls layers of love and skin and paint the layers in a good book a movie plot thickening the layers of your character your makeup and complex your hair and
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my every step toward is another step closer into adult shoes in the work world. only if i want to - i suppose. with the morning routine, the regular commute (walk, bicycle, drive, bus) to work, it's comfortable but i don't want to get too comfortable in these shoes.
as soon as i start to pay for gas for the car (Jesus, save us) then i know i'm no longer a kid.
after dinner i was at this store full of liquidated items. like a giant garage sale, but with everything new. picked up a sumptuous blend of organic black chai tea, some ginger cookies, and was feeling a bit compulsive to buy shoes! i rarely have this feeling. but, i am in search of the perfect summer pair of shoes (here are some atrocious quick sketches):
 i'm being a big nerd and watching PBS. there's a great show about woman amazon nomad warriors. russia and mongolia. i'm completely enthralled. the blood still runs through us. imagine that, finding bits and pieces of life, old shoes, puzzle pieces... in other news... watch out for tomatoes, salmonella. watch out for crazy Japanese men with unstable jobs and a knife. watch out for helicopters spinning out of control.
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| 2008-06-10 18:27 |
| wax mannequinn + two minute miracles |
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| music |
on.. Friday evening Blonde curled up like a cat Girl, Saille, and myself roamed to a sweet little bar (PIER 61) that i'd never been to catch a rose-adorned wax mannequin show. It FREAKIN' rocked.
A unique and weird thing we seem to do when we go to shows is bring a notebook/paper and write and doodle witty little snippets back and forth amongst the hyperstimulation.
WAX journals poetic:
"Thunder Bay was debaucherous -- true to form. We played a raunchy hotel bar called Pier 61.Our show essentially became the after party for a Kim Mitchel / Boston show in the park. The people who came to see Andy and I blended indistinguishably with the rowdys from the park. Then we all got drunk, danced and fought ‘till our sick little hearts’ content."
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| 2008-06-06 13:10 |
| your rebel heart |
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| poetry |
your rebel heart
beats
calamity
cataclysmic inferiority
what privelage the white dove signals
you sing your song
smoking guns
black earth
the
end of grey skies
let the rain wash
let the rain wash
stretch your silky arms
reach that hot sun
let the rain put you out
let it cool your every pore of your skin
keep your rebel heart
beating steady.
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| 2008-06-05 22:56 |
| alive |
| Public |
| nature |
last weekend with "the adventure brigade":
a happy body aches after a 5 hour, 16km hike
following an echo in search of a gorge
jumping onto, over, into
old growth forest of the great canadian shield
dead beat ski trails
dripping muddy glorious
big hooved moose tracks freshly pressed
the instant moment we realize we veered to far right or was it left
the feeling of being lost in a forest temporary euphoria and abandon
we're tired, we're hot, we're ready to find our way and go for more adventure
flight of the conchords sing-alongs, Power Rangers flashbacks, Star Trek banter, consumption of non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages
lake superior, i want to dive into you.
biking to work also makes my legs happy.
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| 2008-05-28 08:30 |
| sushi |
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| food |
my friend madge treated me to delicious sushi tonight!
it was a delight.
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| 2008-05-21 21:13 |
| rural exploration: the other place |
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| toronto, youtube |
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| 2008-05-13 21:45 |
| the office chronicles |
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| work |
Sleeping in, the antithesis of adulthood and responsibility.
Falling in and out of routine, gripped by it's deadlines but free from any major obligations - Summer.
I don't often don't sleep in past 7:30 am on weekends, but I love being in my covers.
I ride the city bus or take my bicycle to work and it's pretty serene.
On the bus I see the same faces often times, we go the same ways, but we end up in our days, everyday. It's strange, isn't it?
It's exciting to see how innovative, productive and busy the A& R office is and to be part of it - even if it is entering addresses all day, filing, labeling, chatting on the phone etc etc. It's interesting to see this little hub as just one part of the larger organization.
I must honestly say, however, that it's silly how some things function here in the adult world. For instance, when teachers enforce deadlines back in grade school - they mean business. Unfortunately, this doesn't always work the other way around.... deadlines don't ever really exist. Which upon reflection is sometimes a good thing and sometimes a bad thing...
On another topic, technology does not always makes things easier, or faster to accomplish.
Machines are not always a match for the fluid motion that's capable of a human body.
But, these are no matter for me to waste any more time on - it's time I get back to the art.
Build a sweet portfolio of goods over the next few months.
...and work on the thesis.
As a final note: I find comfort in my hiking shoes, rather than heels.
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My dad clips and collects obituaries from the paper much like children collect their favourite trading cards. A bit strange, yes. In fact, he also collects business cards and matchboxes. Maybe this is the reason why he always has a knack for small conversations.
Today he was telling me about this gentleman who passed on. I only know of him, white-haired, tall and all - I remember him dancing with so much joy for hours at a blues festival that I went to with my dad. The ladies would either join in and dance with him, or be mortified and walk away. Nonetheless as my dad put it, he danced with spirit and not in mind of a particular audience...( May you continue to dance like nobody is watching, BemBem )
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| 2008-05-05 23:54 |
| and and and |
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| lists |
& super tight hugs; good friends!
& bowling gutter balls and dedicating unexpected strikes...107 baby!
& Dr. McDreamy in Made of Honor which is pretty similar to My Best Friend's Wedding
& the family of deer, grazing, on the front lawn at work
& warm cinnamon pretzel with mocha
& working hard, hardly working
& getting into an in depth tangential conversation at work about coffee and withdrawal symptoms, whether how much is psychological / biological, how this would be tested and then spinning into a topic about mind over matter, quantum mechanics and monks and meditation...
& taking walks at night and window-shopping
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| 2008-05-04 22:55 |
| things that rock my world |
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| lists |
st. vincent at cedar in february, minneapolis. MN
x women who have big and tiny voices and can rock a plethora of instruments... irresistible
x little orange blooms; cute lil' orange amp!
x frothy chai lattés
x mikey and adiel's band to be.. they're gonna rock
x porosity when it rains. skin.
x giclée prints
x lying in bed and sleeping in - the antithesis of adulthood
x broken buildings
x open windows staying up late waking up early
x catching up with my cousins on the west coast via the internet because i forgot they're near grown up!!
x sarah's reactions when confronted by nudity and other forms of blatant debauchery in harold & kumar 2
x my boyfriend's big and tiny kisses
x vellum and ink. flawless lines.
x my new laptop courtesy of my dad
x a clean room
x saving up money; daydreaming up sweet getaways
x whispering sweet nothings
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I will always love you."
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 It is getting closer day by day that I know I'll be giving the longest goodbye hug and kiss. I don't know what will happen, but I think this is the closest and most comfortable I've ever been with a person. Really, I can be completely absurd and we can say absolutely nothing, we can talk for hours, we can just snuggle and go on tiny adventures. I think we will be friends if not more for a long time and I know it will take work to stay close. ( Don't forget to turn off the light. )
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an old ink drawing from the sketch pages i did in ink
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It was a grey day yesterday. I walked to the library in the morning to get books for my sister on Fitzgerald's use of the colours yellow and gold. It's been atleast 3 years since I read that book. I also picked up two books on Frida Kahlo. And actually now that I think of it, I picked up André Gide's Fruits of the Earth on a whim and Kahlo has a painting of the same title. And on a side note, on the news apparently a car from Kentucky collided with a city bus. But that's probably my brain putting 2 + 2 together and thinking it equals 4. Anyways, I also borrowed Kafka - Shorter Works vol I
Maybe I have a slight obsession with the letter F right now. |
Today it's cement on the ground and cement in the sky.
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an old painting of mine
 a short write-up on the show, written in 2007 --- Change October 19, and the show runs until November 17, 2007 - Annual regional juried exhibition at Definitely Superior Art Gallery Openings at DefSup are usually a shuffling of people, there to appreciate a wide range of media tailored to engage the senses. I'm not just talking about the live music, delicious fruit bowl courtesy of Ruby Moon Cafe and or the other goodies and wines, by donation... This year's theme is 'Change'. Work in gallery one consisted and was not limited to: mixed media, paintings, collages, sculpture, and jewellery. The standout artist for me was Lakehead visual art student, Matt Wyatt's, ("5 Day Forecast") mixed media/projection. The meticulous setup proved to be well worth the effort, as people looked up and down, with curiosity and showered the piece with positive feedback. Go consult the weatherman yourself, and find out the next days forecast. Oh, gentlemen: Please don't forget to make love to your wife. ( Read more... )
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| 2008-04-22 19:12 |
| urban exploring: pt. 2 graffiti |
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| graffiti |
( ++++hidden beauty )
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