Posts tagged ‘Found poetry’

September 11, 2019

oh the dates in history…  i remember it well 18 years ago:  we were deep deep deep in the bush, far from any radio, TV, internet, completely unaware of what was happening south of us.  as far as i could see on that morning:  the big woodland skies were blue, the land was filled with greens and the waters were dark and mysterious, the sand was warm to the bare feet.  our jungle gear was brand new, untested, like us.  i managed 7.5 years in that jungle, but my gear was pretty much worn out by the time i came back.  i think i came out of there in November 2008, darn near crawling on my hands and knees!

but as my old buddy Sallah would say:  life goes on Indy!

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we’re getting ready for a reprint of Sun Infinity Moon!  now…  yes.  i do know there are some spelling errors and layout problems in the first run.  the folks at the printers gave my project to some junior whoever, not sure how new they were to the layout position but anyway the man in charged assigned the young lad and away we went.  the problem of course is we were in a time crunch situation.  we had booked our little release party for July 20th, and there i was still fussing with the writing of it, on the morning of July 2nd, WHEN we sent it to the printers.  as far as i was concerned, when i saw those layout problems within the text, in particular, the business of paragraph indents, in the e version proofs, i was okay to run with as time really was running out.  (we had already missed a dozen deadlines.)

how i did not see:  “course language”, on the cover, i do not know.

where we really in that much of a time crunch that i missed that?  well anyway there are only 150 of them out there with that on the cover, so if you have one, you have the collector’s edition.  when we had the little release party we joked that yes, it is course language, university course language, not meant for high schools…  (ha!)

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Beaded Dreams, on Bank Street, just north of Gladstone, in Ottawa:  i dropped off a fresh bundle of books to these good folks so if you’re in the area, you can get your collector’s edition, first run copy of SUN INFINITY MOON over there.  same with Huron Island Time down on Providence Bay Beach although i imagine these days, this far into September, things might be a little slow in downtown P.B.  now sure of the hours they might be keeping.

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The Atomic Rooster, Bank Street, Ottawa:  the show is still up but your chance will soon be gone to see “For MMIWG” by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook, up close and personal.  the canvas is 36×60 inches, Stevensons acrylic, and after this show, that painting is going into the Artist Collection, never to be seen in public again!

that is the great Peter Purdy’s artwork hanging next to mine.  title unknown, price unknown, 36×48 inches or there a bouts.  First Nations artwork.

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Mother Earth sketch, acrylic on canvas board, 18×24 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  we continue to play with the idea.

Found Poetry:  The Clone Trees, as read by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.  The Found Poetry idea has been a lot of fun, we’re coming up with some mighty strange poems and artsy little books.  The starting point is of course you take a hard cover book from the goodwill, one with quality paper, toss the paper cover, and go to work:  much like you see here with the Clone Trees.  A book of found poems can be pretty telling as the days go by: it is not a quick fix project, book 3 was started in early May 2019 and finished just last week.  Very telling indeed…

Book 4 is in the works.  Fun stuff, crafty, artsy, and one of a kind.  And oh yes:  you’re suppose to pick a book with a title that says it all for you…

Let me know how it goes.

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Life in the Big City

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Drawing Class:  Your self portrait in the woodland style with Anishnabe Instructor Mark Seabrook, Friday, June 7th.  I worked with 2 groups of teens at a school in Ottawa on Friday and this wild and crazy character was hanging out in the room we were working in!  Imagine having that guy staring at you first thing in the morning!  The classes went alright and gosh there are some talented young artists coming up!

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Man with Blues in 28 C weather, near the Train Yards, Vanier Parkway, Ottawa, Friday afternoon, just before rush hour traffic.

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Blazing into the city, Gardiner Expressway, Saturday morning around 7 a.m.  On my way to the Roncesvalles Open Air Market, it went alright.  Started out that morning at 2 a.m. from Ottawa, what beauty scenes at 4 a.m. in the country between the 2 cities.  By the time we shut it down it was midnight in Markham: that makes for a long business day!

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On Roncesvalles, Toronto, Saturday afternoon, open air market.  Hey there are some very nice folks who operate that market, some of the friendliest market folks I’ve come across.  They take good care of you always!

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Raven scenes, acrylic on canvas board, 9×12 inches, one of the pieces available on Saturday.

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Raven scenes, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, art work by Mark Seabrook.

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Twinravens, acrylic on canvas board, 5×7 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.

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Fire Lake, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook.

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Pages 100/101, Found Poetry Book 3.  I always stop on June 6th and remember the men and women who went to work on that day, back in 1944.

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Outside the crib in Markham, Ontario: we’re staying here for now.  I love how these folks keep the place looking Class A.  We’re a long way from the range when we’re walking up the sidewalk into this place.

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Maybe we can put our toes into this later on today!  Supposed to be a beauty 30 C here and gosh its been a long time since we’ve seen weather like this!

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The river back home: we’re a long way from our Friday 5 p.m. Summer time ritual where we stop everything, go down to the river, and thank the almighty we’re on the range, out and away from the city, the traffic, the noise and pollution.  Things are going to be different this summer but we’ll see what we can do with it.  One thing is for sure:  there are a lot of paintings to be made and a lot of fun art classes in the dream works!

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A summer morning on the range, back home, on Manitoulin Island.  We’ll get back there one of these days.  Hopefully we can bring a few friends as I have a brand new Art Making Exercise that involves dance, BIG BRUSH, and gravity!  I know it works for me but I want to see it in others!  More to come!

 

Fun Scenes!

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sunrise on the range, Saturday, May 18:  wowza!  and this was just a piece of what was going on out there.  when i rolled in around 4 a.m., it was full moon and clear skies!  decided i would wait up, watch the moon set and the sunrise: time well spent!

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good ole Bleue Eyes, chilling on the range, Saturday afternoon, May long weekend.  and gosh it was chilly alright!  i had a birch blaze going full on all through Saturday and Sunday too!  nice to cook a pot of soup on the wood stove top!

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Ten Mile Point, Manitoulin Island, Monday afternoon, May 20th.  on the road back to the slab, singing the blue blue blues…

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blazing east bound on highway 17, heading into the night, listening to “Ace of Spades” and wondering where is it all going…

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Pages 32/33, Book 3, Found Poetry.  i’m making some fun and very weird poems from Robertson D’s big words!  i’ll share one with you soon.  i’m also drawing pow wow dancers in this one seeing how Bob’s rambling on about Sioux Lookout, “natives”, “indians”, and the snooty Toronto idea in the Ontario North West.  i wonder if Bob met a real indian…  i mean really, where’d he do his research for this one?

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Book 3, Found Poetry, using The Cunning Man.  we’ll have some fun with this one and we won’t be in a fuss around it.

Saturday morning in Ottawa

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she won’t be happy until she scares the living CRAP outa me…  (i’m putting the icing on a novel project and here we are now, this morning, with a brand new idea for horror…  )(where did THAT come from?!!!)

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waiting at the diner in Westboro, hoping she will show, Friday night, an artist in the city, alone as usual…

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“Afraid to Wake Up”, acrylic on canvas, 22×28 inches, from September 13, 2000.  Private Collection.  (so nice to see you again my friend, so much has happened since September 13, 2000 man.)

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Found Poetry Book 2, started on December 20, 2018 and finished on May 9, 2019!  an enjoyable project, telling too!  i thought i was finished with the idea, Found Poetry: repurposing hard cover novels from the goodwill but the other day i came across a brand spanking new, never been opened copy of Robertson Davies, The Cunning Man.  i guess it was too well written for someone!  i grabbed that one off the shelves for 2 bucks and we’ll see what we can do with Bill’s flash words, the quality paper of 1994, and an Anishnabe’s wild and unruly hand of savagery!  go Daddy!

 

Found Poetry

Wednesday, Feb. 20th, 6:30 p.m., hosted by the Morning Owl Coffeehouse+Parlour, 229 Armstrong Street, Ottawa.  All art supplies provided, hard cover book too, plenty to choose from!  Sharpie markers on hand, ball point pens, maybe some acrylic paint but most importantly:  YOU!  The artist/writer.  Take a scroll back into the blog (wrote “bog” the first time around, ha!) to before Xmas and you’ll see my found poetry exercise, Book 1, with blue/green cover.

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Book 1.  October 16 to November 25, 2018.  340 pages of found poetry, painting, drawing, song playlist, and journal.

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Book 2, pages 118 and 119, Feb. 12, 2019.  Found poem:

“and still don’t”

it was nightfall when i woke
the heat of the world was different
a naked heat
a candle whose odd illumination
expanded the universe for me
Why? i asked
we sat in silence for a long time
she had sand and leaves in her hair
her precious stones of sleep in her hands
wonderful pearls and rainbow coloured stones of light
i didn’t understand…

Ah yes.  Found poetry.  Truth is I never would have dreamt up such a combination of words, and so!  This found poetry exercise could be fun and I hope to see you on Wednesday night!  We can give it a go together and see what we can find.

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Mask making on January 29th:  a “never miss, never fail” art making exercise.

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A Valentine’s Day card made to last!  Acrylic paint on canvas board, 7×9 inches, painted on Feb. 13, 2019 and delivered on the 14th, with sweet love words written on back.

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Came across this bizarre collection of short stories and paintings, by Malcolm Edwards and Bob Holdstock, illustrations by “Young Artists”, c. 1979, over at the goodwill on Montreal Road, while on the snoop for hardcover books with quality paper for the found poetry exercise.  This is only the 2nd copy of this book I’ve seen in all my travels.  Back in 79, when I was a snot nosed early teen, running the outback and jungles of Mindemoya, Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada, my mom gave me a copy of this book, either for Xmas or a birthday present.  She knew I was heavy duty into the visual arts and a sailor’s coil for late 70’s movie sci fi.  She also knew I wasn’t much for reading big blocks of text, if you know I mean.

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It was this bizarre picture that caught my attention, back in 1979.  On the following page was a brief, sci fi description of what was supposedly going on:  Earthling in a heavy duty space suit examining washed up alien carcass on sunny beach, distant world.

Yeah man.  I looked at this one for a long time.  I wondered who that dude was, inside that flashy outfit.  I wondered who those weird little characters were, bringing up the rear, and I especially stared out the big farm house windows wondering what that big alien carcass was, and how big and deep could those far away oceans be, on that distant, other world…

You see we had a beach on the south shore of Manitoulin Island, down there on Carter’s Bay.  We used to call the place:  The Sand Dunes, and it kind of looked like what I was seeing in this painting.  I spent a few summer afternoons back in those days (this was in the time before “THE BIKINI”), walking down that beach, imagining I was the dude in the flashy space rig, wondering what big creatures could be swimming in the great and mighty Lake Huron of the late 1970’s.  Even though my 1979 mind was as big as the “surprise” in a Cracker Jack Box, I started dreaming up and in secret, started writing my own little sci fi story, on loose leaf paper which I stowed in my little rat’s nest of a bedroom, windows facing east.

One day, not sure when, but one of my so called “friends” was in there, back in our Monopoly/Yahtzee days, he found my little manuscript and gave it a read.  He burst out laughing, snorting and wheezing, going on about how it was the stupidest thing he’d ever read and the only place for a story like that was the garbage can…

Well that did it.  I went back to hiding in the jungles.

All these years later, of course its completely clear that my so called friends from 1979 and I were no different than the characters seen in the Dawn of Man sequence in “2001: A Space Odyssey” and it was super stupid of me to toss my space ace spy thriller.  Duh.

So much for the sci fi adventures of Buzz Buzzard, rogue army captain turned pirate space captain…

Ah the things you see at goodwill…

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Not found at goodwill:  unknown painting title, unknown artist, acrylic on canvas, possibly 24×24 inches, on display at the Atomic Rooster, Bank Street, Ottawa, on December 11, 2018.  I need more $$$ in the acquisitions budget!

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Another beauty at the Atomic Rooster, December 11, 2018.  Unknown title, unknown artist.  I think that one’s oil on masonite but I’m not 100%.  Yes…  we need a lot more $$$ in the purchasing department.