Late nights with good company and so many of these tiny juice boxes.

5:45 AM: April 30th 2010 | Starla Bontecou | 2010

From Ich Habe Genug | Maira Kalman | 2006

Sitting on the curb outside the pizza place, hair frizzy from the mist off the falls, your headphones on my ears, New Kind of Love blaring. Slow conversation. Laughter. A bus ride home with knees against the seat, summer air on our palms out the window, swapping songs, shoulder to shoulder. Bon Iver, our realization [...]

Starla Bontecou | Metaphysics of Morals

I’m a lucky girl.

Canadian Music Week, compared to NXNE, may not have as many bands I’d really like to see, and may push headliners that alienate people who really like music, but who can really complain about a handful of badass acts playing venues all over Toronto? Plus, with a media pass through Steel Bananas, I can avoid [...]

5:08am | just finished my gay male lit essay | feeling wired and free | come see the duck!

I had an epiphany while standing on the corner of Parliament and Carlton today with Curran. We just left Jet Fuel after a particularly fruitful attack on my thesis when I was hit with a profound change of mood and a completely new vision. The world literally looks and feels different to me. I’ve been [...]

Up late watching Mitch Fillon’s Southern Souls videos from southern Ontario musicians. Best thing to happen since my beloved Blogotheque. Gravity Wave’s is particularly good. Beautiful music is everywhere.

the perennial mystery:
was it absurdity or existentialism?

Le Cok Boy chante | Starla Bontecou | 2010

During today’s ritual e-digging I came across simone lueck from L.A. - a woman whose small portfolio of photographs, mostly of glamorous older women, really clubbed me over the head. “Making pictures in LA is good” she writes on her main page, “It’s like sifting through an old trunk filled with worn out fan letters [...]

I love the Purple Journal out of Paris.

Repulsion: Roman Polanski, 1965. Deneuve is a smokin’ babe, but totally a crazy bitch.

Today has been great: I’m nearly done the first chapter of my thesis, I already handed off my intro for scrutiny, and I had a great meeting with Esscain, who tossed me a bunch of books he edited under the implosion imprint with Insomniac Press. Very fucking cool. I’m feeling really focused and on top [...]

I really should be working on my thesis - honing my first chapter to toss under Esscain’s scrutiny tomorrow - but I’ve hit a hump and am entirely side-tracked looking at art by Michael Comeau. A friend of mine recently acquired an amazingly rare (and huge) mixed-media piece from this wicked local artist, and I [...]

2010: Another task to add to raking the leaves.

Change: I’ll believe it when I see it.
Leeches are gross.
Law is lovely.

Paul Chan (b. 1973)
Untitled Video on Lynne Stewart and Her Conviction, The Law, and Poetry (2006)

From Ubuweb:
On February 10, 2005, Lynne Stewart was convicted of providing material support for a terrorist conspiracy. She is the first lawyer to be convicted of aiding terrorism [...]

Finishing up my last grad school application, rolling around in Mogwai and Polvo, eating St. Jorge cheese with ciabatta. It’s Saturday morning. I’m dreaming of the month or two I’ll hopefully be able to spend living and performing in France this year. Dream and do. I might just forsake my apartment in Toronto to stay [...]

Ugh, I’m so sick AGAIN this winter, sitting around sniffling with Bijou, looking at French pin-ups, Terry Richardson boob shots and paintings by Arshile Gorky. The retrospective of his work is just winding down at the Philadelphia Museum of Art - I wish I could go! Alas, I’m sick here and stacked with schoolwork, so [...]

your frame is more angular
than i remember
its enigmatic hows dissolving
into sweat and familiar tastes
a delirium for the unholy
lover i am
overwhelming
sacramental
the unspoken rituals of
our bodies
taking on new facets
so much louder
than before:
hands pressed
against your damp skin
in trembling awe
of your restored laughter

Mercy is for pussies.
Love is a dialectic that must be kept in balance.

Stephen Dwoskin
Dirty (1965)

From KNOTS by R.D. Laing

Ah! And the page number!

“Perhaps they meet, and sit, over a cup of that green tea they both so loved, without milk or sugar not even a squeeze of lemon — Meet and sit, now in the one dear place, now in the other, and sorrow together, and compare –”
Ah! To think I thought it wasn’t all lies! Poor, [...]

singular movement,
arch of back curating
particular image-based
conundrums, tryst laden
expectations for nothing
more than what reason
will tell us is freedom
from the false aura
of the repressed, oppressed
thing we antagonize to
make this all seem so
much less explosive

Ernst Moerman - Monsieur Fantômas (1937)

the work of some sly delirium
or the force of fantasy over
drumming bodies?
i can’t quite digest the
innocuous morning, wide-eyed
to my own small hands
and more than an invention
of image, you looking up
unhinged
recreating bodies in space to
negotiate the real of their
surfaces

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Willard Maas. The Geography of the Body (1943)

Start with this or this.

Come out to the opening of the GULCH art Exhibit at the Eleanor Winters Art Gallery at York University. Curated by Steel Bananas affiliates Sarah Beaudin and Will Lockett, it’s sure to be a wicked evening of readings, art, and wine punch!

linuxcaffe has great cheap paninis, great coffee and wicked fast wifi.
i’m a fan.

Now, while I usually refrain from writing about my day-to-day meanderings or lax weekends on this thing, I really think the awesome show at Lee’s that just passed (Friday September 25th) with The Balconies, Oh No Forest Fires, Fox Jaws and Whale Tooth really deserves a big fucking high five. My shimmying was just so [...]

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