Tag Archives: Poetry
our longest conversation. part 7-10. long overdue.
this is how it ended.
our longest conversation / part 3-6 / 129 Ossington
ongoing until March 31st.
our longest conversation / part 1-3 / 129 Ossington
ongoing installation project at 129 Ossington – Toronto – March 1-31.
an amazing response so far- thanks. will post part 4-6 tomorrow.
with LE Gallery booth 1220. oh hi toronto.
this will always be a stand out piece for me. when and all the reasons why.
took your photo yesterday, balancing light on my knee. what we look like/how we interact in real life.
THIS IS THE WAY I SPEAK
‘WAXING POETIC ABOUT BULLSHIT NOTHING.’
^^^ new text piece. if only i could photograph it. my white work resists documentation. my camera resists being used. it is held together with tape. ** you have a very peculiar way of speaking. ** i’ve changed the format of this blog for the first time since 2009. ** up next – what my voice sounds like. brace yourself.
i’ve posted this before obviously. but this piece came to mind again.
unrelated: i spend most of my day in the library.
“you’re deeply unhappy right now”. you wouldn’t know it..but that is one of our best jokes.
that was my favourite part of the story.
that part you didn’t share.
unrelated: how many months until may.
book of some poems
..i’m doing an actual book of some poems– 2012.
here is/was my piece. (exhibition ran from September 16th-October 16th 2011 in Torun Poland).
looks amazing. happy with where this part of my practice is going.
before the gallery
not the official documentation- but sometimes i love the way work looks in my space.
(this piece was one of my favourites) you know. Don’t be Sentimental.
this is in the show – but in my handwriting.
and it was fun real. and everyone thought you were robert pattinson. and we stood around a kitchen table listening to jokes about blood and knives. and it was terrible.
you were snorting rat poison in my dream last night.
a sign that i ______ ______ too many people in my life. that got mildly personal. but i love you.
DON’T BE SENTIMENTAL. right now
Book of some Poems
i always believed or didn’t believe in poetry. other: dear October, you’ll like this show.
but eventually drowned
mfa in poetry. watch out. collective deep breath, deep sigh. good and bad.
PURE LIKE A DOVE.
wake up 7:30 with a cold. i wake up everyday between 7:30-9am- blah blank plank. slept in yellow on white. going to look at a waterfall and gamble with my father’s money. baby is a master. and you are mildly troubling. it was a special day when i got that oklahoma quarter. pure like a dove show me some love.
p.s . the recession is over. start dropping some money.
i think i’ll take this down tomorrow. other: everyone misses that guy from the post office.