Wakenbake is the first cannabis dispensary you see heading south on Westside Road. Less than 100 metres later, Top Hat Cannibas.
Friday, May 24, 2019
Thursday, May 23, 2019
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Here is what Mike McInnerney had to say about his album cover design for the Who's Tommy (1969):
"I had been exploring ways of creating images that could picture my pre-occupation with spiritual ideas. I particularly liked the patterns and rhythms of Op Art and its concerns with perception and illusion and the language of Surrealism - not for its subversive qualities but rather its transcendental possibilities - like finding poetry in the ordinary."
Here is a southwest view from the top floor of the New Museum that I took in New York last month:
Here is Christopher Brayshaw's view of the Vessel (TKA) at Hudson Yards (NYC) that he took on a more recent trip:
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
This Wednesday at 6pm I am hosting Footsteps at an Exhibition at the Kamloops Art Gallery. For this iteration (the concept originated at the Kelowna Art Gallery on 2017) I will combine a conversational walk-through Samuel Roy-Bois's Presences exhibition with a reading from my recent book 9x11 and other poems like Bird, Nine, x and Eleven (Vancouver: New Star Books, 2018) which, like Samuel's exhibition, is interested in our relationship to objects, space, structure and time. (Last month I mentioned Samuel's exhibition in my contribution to Ottawa Poetry Newsletter (#161).) This is a free event; all are welcome.
Monday, May 20, 2019
A small room behind a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
"The Page", "The Bed", "The Bedroom", "The Apartment" -- the first four chapters of Georges Perec's Espèces d'espaces (1974), also known as Species of Spaces (in English).
Perec likens a page to a bed and a bed to a page. The epigram for the "Bed" chapter is a play on Proust's A la recherche de temps perdu (1913): "For a long time I went to bed early." But instead of Proust, it is Parcel Mroust: "For a long time I went to bed in writing."