PIECE TOGETHER THE WORLD, BOYS, BUT NOT WITH YOUR HANDS.

Turning

2012-01-22T18:06:00.001+13:00

This summer, the turning --

the blue and white you want to fight to keep

from turning grey,

the turning away.

Welcomes

2012-01-06T13:43:00.000+13:00

Another kind of welcome

is flowers in your fingers,

and tiny shells in open palms,

and miles of brightly coloured yarns.

In Vietnam

2011-12-27T14:21:00.000+13:00

In Vietnam, toilets can retire and still find love.

Roses in the street aren't the same thing as rubbish.

When you're walking through the fish market...

...sometimes it's better to not look up.

You've got to feel sorry about something or other, but sometimes the cracks are my favourite part.

Fireworks

2011-11-08T08:52:00.000+13:00

I'm a mass of electric light spiders.

We're the daughters of the air.

I'm the devil's ballroom chandelier.

I'm shivery as lightning's bier.

I'm outta here.

What to do?

2011-10-23T16:01:00.000+13:00

Dare,

and dare,

and dare again.

Butoh is the walk of smoke

2011-10-13T09:34:00.000+13:00

Because Butoh is about disappearing, that is why a form is left behind -- The disappearing history of the flesh trails behind the metropolis of the flesh -- In our body, there is something that sometimes goes astray, and sometimes surfaces.

-- Najakima Natsu, Butohist

post for dinah hawken

2011-09-30T18:43:00.000+13:00

"Bev, it's easy in this crudely driven city to betray what is delicate

and what is deep. I'm writing 'delicate' and 'deep' to you because they're exhausted

words and to avoid them now I know would be a greater betrayal."

-- Dinah Hawken, from 'Writing Home'

masks

2011-09-12T17:39:00.000+12:00

"The happy, healthy human being

wears

many

masks." -R.D. Laing

pet light

2011-09-07T08:59:00.001+12:00

Is this cat made of light? Yes,

made of light, just like the far side of my face.

And the sofa, woven storm, is a background to pet against,

to pet light, light against light,

and ears with which to hear the fight.

the power lines are breathing!

2011-08-21T18:57:00.000+12:00

In,

out.

In,

out.

In,

out.

Rhymes with sad

2011-08-14T19:11:00.001+12:00

When I left you at the airport,

there were pigeons in the sky.

I don't know how it is they fly,

I don't know how to say goodbye.

false yellow

2011-08-05T09:54:00.000+12:00

Wool was trying to keep the fences warm.

Her direction felt painted on.

Gravel was trying to get to the sea.

She kept thinking: where are you? what is it? why can't we?

Everything red flagged the gravel instead.

She feared the false yellow had gone to her head.

TIP

2011-07-27T20:15:00.001+12:00

You look left for a minute, and your whole world tips.

All you see is white lines...

that show you where the edge is.

A waterfront story

2011-07-15T16:00:00.000+12:00

There was once a cheerful, dreamy, shiny young cleat named Sonny.

Sonny dreamed of leaving his post on the dock and having great adventures. He dreamed of climbing up the luminous red steps, just to see where they would lead -

- or even, some day, flying.

You'll do no such thing! said his mother when she caught Sonny journalling one day. No son of mine is going to go gallavanting all over the blessed countryside. You'll stay right where you are young man.

Sonny was very sad. But his friend, Nino Jr, who lived behind the restaurant, wouldn't let him give up.

You've gotta do it, Sonny! You've just gotta! said Nino Jr.

Sonny took a long last look at the bay which had been his home for so long. He gathered up all of his courage, and readied himself for something big.

And some evenings, if you look real hard, you can just make him out in the sky - a dash of bright yellow, against all that blue.

2011-07-08T08:03:00.000+12:00

MEMORY is unexpected coloured things touching in your mind.

SEEING is when you realise you've been looking through dew instead of glass.

PEOPLE often turn their backs on you, but even their backs can be pretty.

LOVE is something you want to proclaim all over the sidewalks, even if it gets stepped on.

2011-07-01T18:39:00.000+12:00

Oh, winter.

You are almost beautiful in your dewy cruelty.

Through the web of you, I can just make out the ladder against the apple tree.

I might climb it and pick the fruit that isn't there, if I had hands and feet.

If I wasn't such a sheep.

Trying

2011-06-27T08:45:00.000+12:00

balance n 1 an even distribution of weight enabling someone to remain upright or steady 2 stability of one's mind or feelings

"I'm trying, but it's very hard."

off adv 1 away, at a distance 2 to be removed or separated

(turn around)

"I'm trying, but it's very hard."

poetry in vancouver (part III)

2011-06-20T12:07:00.000+12:00

Turn off.

Welcome / ?em'i

Casting shadows.

You live fast like light.

Van'tastic.

poetry in vancouver (part II)

2011-06-20T11:55:00.000+12:00

I am.

The words don't fit.

We were rich people by having all that.

poetry in vancouver

2011-06-13T16:08:00.000+12:00

What people are.

If you don't like wearing shoes all that much.

Hello, sky!

Have fun!

Evacuate.

Tread lightly.

Oo la la.

Where to graze your unicorns.

Be gone!

Just for the ladies.

All pictures taken at the Home Sweet Home installation, The Cultch, Vancouver

animals at night

2011-06-05T21:17:00.000+12:00

Piggywinkle. (An orphan.)

Un chat ceramique.

Hideous "SmilePeople"

Love / love / love.

the day after judgement day

2011-05-22T17:51:00.002+12:00

every footsteppe maketh a haloe in the sande

the lens has a crack in the shape of a star

2011-05-16T17:23:00.000+12:00

Q: What do you see with your third eye?

A: Something sad and lovely.

Q: How can you call that "sad and lovely"?

A: Fallor, ergo sum.

hands / feet

2011-05-12T22:04:00.000+12:00

Foot star, accidental.

The rare and cunning sombrero-mirror trick.

Sometimes you think you will come home to dirty dishes, and you find this instead.

YES BIRD (SCRAPS)

2011-05-07T19:03:00.000+12:00

(yes bird)

(banana cup)

(teeth)

(nouns)

(adjectives)

(not an adjective)

(tension)

IZZIE'S GIFT

2011-05-02T17:12:00.000+12:00

Izzie's gift.

Izzie's gift that night.

Izzie's gift the next day.

Izzie's gift five days later, in pieces.

rain

2011-04-28T10:20:00.000+12:00

I think it's stopped raining!

mu-umIwanttogoback

Oh - it's raining again.

A Building Site Is A Place Of Angles

2011-04-24T21:38:00.000+12:00

Sometimes when I see "palace" written down, I think it says "place"

and sometimes, it is the other way around.

Seeing continents in the sawdust,

beauty in the barrows,

making walls out of windows

and windows out of walls.

And sometimes, catching a glimpse of something in the rafters -- something with wings.

Walls I have met

2011-04-19T11:02:00.000+12:00

Joshua Bellamy Smith. His eyes are either blue, grey-blue, grey-brown or purple. He likes to sprawl about on the weekends reading books about boarding school.

Mrs Blanche Delaney. Her six daughters all play the piano competently. Every monday morning, she presses their identical school uniforms with lemon-scented starch.

Ms Adelay paints her fingernails lilac. Her husband is always wondering, How did she get so many fingernails?

Kerry is fifteen years old and can't wait to leave home.

Poor John Rackman, down on his luck. He used to tape up his cracks, but now he doesn't care. Children scrape their sticks along his shins as they walk to the corner dairy, to buy spearmint suckers and ice creams as big as their heads.

2011-04-09T09:35:00.000+12:00

We were just hanging around the house

exclaiming over everything

Isn't light pretty!

Yes, it is so pretty

and pretty when it falls

and pretty when it's fallen.

2011-04-03T20:29:00.000+12:00

Just because they call it a wreath, that doesn't make it a wreath.

Flamenco rhythm. You can clap it as your walk to work.

Here's lookin' at you, Top.

Can anyone say what is actually happening here?

Twenty-some years old and still afraid of the dark. Good thing we have rocket ships, and it is only a quarter past seven.

2011-03-29T15:07:00.000+13:00

Knotted floor made of boiled wool, always asking that the walks be peace walks, always urging us to sleep --

His name is George and he is very shiny.

"There are many little branches, Joan, to the tree of my scenario."

- Rachael, Friday afternoon

RHIZOMATIC adj rooted, rootstalked, rootstocked, of the underground

The closer the camera is to something, the more the rest of the shot becomes blurred.

2011-03-28T11:10:00.000+13:00

Why do my drawings of Guy make him look like Walt Whitman?

You can tell a lot about a person from their shoes. These ones are transparent, and made of ink.

These ones are fast, and made of black pixels.

Chris loves Esmerelda.

He knows when she is

thirsty. He knows where the

faucet is.