Archive for ‘Greenery’

June 25, 2011

THIS JUST IN

EVERY DAY IS SATANIC SATURDAY !

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February 3, 2011

be good // imbolc // our virus

sun room

 

be good

 

imbolc

 

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our virus is the sun.

our sublime slandering.

you are the opponent of the moral.

our love yawns.

selfish sin is dark, dissatisfied.

a parade of transcendental values.

our instinct for laughter.

our virus is virtue, infinite.

our brave chaos.

our gilded curiousity.

our bored metaphor.

secret selves grasped.

unspoken spiritualization suspended.

inner horizon of exultant multiplicity.

our glittering discipline.

our clumsy charm.

August 2, 2010

lasalle

how did I end up here
curled up on this couch?
where did you learn such a bold wink
whisking me off to your bedroom?
mousey toy
this continent is lit by the holocaust
beneath my ribs (between my lips)
mousey toy
how did two tiny ribbons untie
and unfold into a lime tree?
then to darken a room for other men
a dove hit mid-flight turns away



how did i end up here

the pervasive cedar smells

the stumbling upon broken glass beaches

a marked absence lined with paint and dirt pits

scrambling up cliffs to escape the oncoming bog

not yet censored, the layers remain hidden

do kids still hang out beneath bridges?

disarmingly so

June 20, 2010

he grew sand in his hair

things are gonna change, i can feel it

this one goes out to all the friends and lovers of the evolution

all those who have been told they don’t exist

those deemed not real enough to live

this one is for you —

01

[translation] there’s a new ZINE in the SHOP

featuring my story ‘the imaginary’ [an edited version of imaginary // a smut of clover] and some of my very favourite things — TRIangles !  thousands of them!

nasturtium

the nasturtiums dont look like they’ll be blooming anytime soon

so i’ve been eating their leaves

a peppery goodness with tofu

because when they do reveal their colours

i won’t be here

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June 5, 2010

Lettuce (b)

so badly

i just so badly want to look back on this time and say

remember that time you grew lettuce out of a coffee tin?

and you would say yes

these were the times of the warlocks

wicker witches in your kitchen

waning gibbous, the prophesy!

the slicelander slides beneath

sorely shaped rooms and backcombing like it’s going out of style

oh wait it already has

you’re no SoCal, you’re no Illinois, no Norway not even Michigan

this is 1935, this lurgee riff brings be back rubber time / waxing off topic

May 27, 2010

WAIT FOR IT

CHEERS NUGGETEERS!

did you know? didnt you know?

ILHU INDUSTRIES HAS LOVED AND EVOLVED HER WAY UP UP

UP !

dont be scared – but things will be very different around here.

STAY TUNED AND PRUNED

May 9, 2010

InstaWhat?

mighty cold day at the industries – a snowy mother’s sunday.

trying to forget that i actually do have to go outside today with

  • arthur nersesian’s ‘manhattan loverboy’ [which i am enjoying as much as dogrun or unlubricated but i’ll take it
  • sewing an apron to hold my pens and tools at work
  • apron

apron

  • brought the pots in due to potential frost and LOOKIE HERE ! i cant remember what i planted but YAY !!

i cant remember what i planted in here

  • hookin’.  lots of triangles, thousands of them!

hookin8

May 5, 2010

Value

a man whose wisdom borders on infinite once said

be the change you

want to see in

the world

[it was gandhi, you know]

never have these words rung in my head so true as they do at this very moment.  in november/december i was confronted with the reality that i cannot, on any grounds, communicate with someone if they refuse to engage with me.  so it goes.  now, a mere 5 months later, i am in an open dialogue with someone else, but whose value system is so radically different from my own, that dialogue is rendered moot.

like several thousand other montrealers, i am a renter.  my funny little complex has this hideously paved front ‘yard’.  inspired by crack gardens, my flatmate and i pulled up the dandelion infestation, and in doing so, lifted some of the asphalt lain.  our little trowel was handy, and real damage could have been done had we been armed with a spade or other large weapon.  we planted violas, lupins, and other various wildflowers.  it was a glorious time in the sun, digging the soil, talking with our neighbours.

front yard

☝28 march, 2010.  the dandelions are beginning.
☟3 may, 2010, after putting the broken pieces back like a puzzle because we didnt know what else to do with them.
view from my room and our front balcony, respectively.

front yard post debacle

we were severely reprimanded for destruction of private property and were threatened legal action if we didn’t ‘put it back’.  i’m not asking to be sympathized with at all, but i am having trouble understand the long term value of concrete.  summer rolls around and i love our west facing 2nd floor balcony.  looking down isn’t a very inviting communal space, and our efforts were to help make one while being environmentally conscious.  maybe i’m just a hole digging country girl but when and where i came from no one at all at all at all had a concrete yard. non mi piaci.

some things i value

  • spatial innovation to achieve the highest possible potential of beauty in the eye of the beholder
  • laughter
  • communication
  • change
  • oxygen
  • making your own memories
  • discovering homology [the creation of aggregates out of seemingly unrelated things]
  • friends – the family that you make for yourself
  • LOVE big LOVE
  • idealist integrity and the ability to stand by the things you value and apply them to your daily life
  • storytelling
  • health
  • resourcefulness in times of great dispossession
  • verbs, the descriptors of action

i’m not saying that what i was doing was right, but it certainly felt like the natural thing to do.  i see cracks, i pull them.  insert flower seeds, enjoy the fruits of our labour.  of all the public interventions ive done – all the tagging and the wheat pasting, it figures the one time i would get negative feedback would be right in front of my very house.  the one day r and i stood up and said ‘we are going to get off our butts and make this house a flower filled home’, the hand of the world says NO.  if the intention of the message is for me to stop, then maybe you shouldn’t look at the back yard.  i don’t want to martyr myself or go down the road of activism, that’s not for me.  but i do want to be the ACTIONIST person i value so much.  there is room for improvement, space for change.  go do!

in other news

  • watching a lot of doctor who
  • hand sewing these felt circle type things.  its a long story.
  • Lernen Deutsch, ja?!
  • latch hooking rugs with lady reqbat
  • drinking a lot of echinacea
  • cherishing my 12 year old self by revisiting my post-grunge roots

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