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savage states: June 2014
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Monday, June 9, 2014. Ann's house: emptying out. A bare rod and two wire hooks in an empty closet -. The bright orange carpeting almost spotless, still. White cotton sheets shield the emptied shelves -. Shelves once stacked with fruits in mason jars. A few boxes of board games sit on the counter -. Above the now empty cupboards in the rec room. The bar shelves where glasses and bottles had perched -. Where they had gathered when their nights were empty. The lone lamp stranded on the paneled wall -. I pre...
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savage states: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013. Marking my clark park: near the end of the year. That is an indigence of the light,. A stellar pallor that hangs on the threads.". And so it snows.for a few hours on a december day.near the end of another year. May the new one be full of Lebensweisheitspielerei! From the poem "Lebensweisheitspielerei" by Wallace Stevens, 1954]. Links to this post. Sunday, December 15, 2013. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond. In this frivolous cit...
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savage states: March 2014
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014. On a night like this. When you bring me. The full aurora realm. Softly, softly the glass. Dissolves to dry floatage. Above the jetting sky. All the birds unleashed. But on these other nights. We will hang heavy within. The cool flocculus steam. Of unintended savior states. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond. Unruly spaces can be more visually vigorous.[pristine environs exhaust my savage eye]. Gina Verster aka ZY-XIN. The older and...
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savage states: January 2015
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Friday, January 30, 2015. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond. Unruly spaces can be more visually vigorous.[pristine environs exhaust my savage eye]. Drawn to the worn, the weathered, the indeterminate, the eccentric -. Along a street, around a corner, down an alley, through a window, against a door. In this frivolous city floating above the north pacific coast, I record the savage states of neglected streets, ambiguous buildings, exuberant eviscerations -.
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savage states: May 2014
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Sunday, May 25, 2014. Emily carr grad show: scaling up. At this year's usual sprawling show, there is more than a whiff of sophisticated whimsy in the air, more of an upscale polished quality that can grace the most discerning gallery - abstracted symphonic forms floating in white space as well as starkly powerful works that are minimalist yet saturated with cryptic orders. One installation by Parvin Peivandi. Wood scraps thoughtfully assembled and formulated by Angela Smailes. Despite their constructivi...
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savage states: February 2015
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. In the beat of a heart. In the beat of a heart. We concede to the compromised evaluation of the other. Nailed to a tree. In the beat of a heart. We lose the generalized compression of a charred life. Sprayed on a wall. In the beat of a heart. We drop the controlled savagery of a fading smile. In the beat of a heart. We evade a concentric descend into unrelenting love. Mere words on the page*. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond.
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savage states: in the beat of a heart...
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. In the beat of a heart. In the beat of a heart. We concede to the compromised evaluation of the other. Nailed to a tree. In the beat of a heart. We lose the generalized compression of a charred life. Sprayed on a wall. In the beat of a heart. We drop the controlled savagery of a fading smile. In the beat of a heart. We evade a concentric descend into unrelenting love. Mere words on the page*. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond. A selection o...
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savage states: July 2014
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014. Contingent upon a new theatrical rendering. From west coast reduction, the stink continues. Mainlining to the sweet bone of contention,. Locking the metal door behind irreversible lives. Popsicle head's off to the crewlest cut of all. Rolling down the commercial grade of sharpshooters. Before they carve her up in her fattened state,. A farcical warning on the fence in driedberry blood. In the event that she is still missing nearby. Such missives must be obeyed beyond the pale.
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savage states: j'ai rêvé du ciel rougeoyant...
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Friday, December 26, 2014. J'ai rêvé du ciel rougeoyant. The year is ending in flashes of infrared red. Floated into the ambiguity of a porous reveal. In the darkness sprouting rare amanita crowns. To ignite the delirium pulled into a frozen net. Of silver threads wrapped in concrete foil. Spark growth the evercrimson tree of lucidity. Free-soaring into the cardinal space of night. With no full safety floor to turn back to. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wild-eyed in vancouver.and beyond. The older ...
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savage states: November 2013
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Saturday, November 2, 2013. A clay orifice upon flesh -. Fill the dark hollow with a howl. Sonic containment within,. Psychical release without -. Mouth to mouth resurrect. If you feel the need to unleash the mother of all screams without disturbing the peaceful setting of West Vancouver, go and pick up one of these clay pots at the West Vancouver Museum. And expand your lungs for a major howl into it. Your muffled bellow will barely ruffle the feathers of any sedate West Van matrons around! The "turds" ...
