Published on Mondays, with columns by Artist and Writer. Published since 2002, an Ocean and Pounds publication


[A poem a day] Lee Ka-sing’s daily column at OCEAN POUNDS

平常生活色彩本 “domestic-life-colour-book” series, 2020
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by Kai Chan

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(Sarah Sze) Images in Debris
by Holly Lee



by Fiona Smyth

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Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee

India (March, 1998) – After the hectic chaos of Agra, I found myself in Khajuraho. I spent a few days kicking in the back of a rickshaw; roving around to the various temple ruins. The highlight of the foray was my encounter with a fossilized specimen wearing bottleneck glasses and an notorious ability for divination.

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Adjacency, Series Two
written by Gary Michael Dault
based on photogaph by Lee Ka-sing

(Photograph by Lee Ka-sing: - Table Lamp in the form of a cat face.)

Number 34

The Lion Hatchery

they fabricate lions here
starting them
as spoonfuls of mercury
heated in silver crucibles

with melted gold
for their tawny coats,
sticks of amber
for eyes,
ivory spikes for teeth
their claws are bronze

the lion forms quickly!
the finishing touch,
its horizon roar,
derives from
percolating ecstasies
of thunder
kept in strong chrome jars

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Located on the second floor of an art space, INDEXG Bed and Breakfast has 4 guest rooms, all with ensuite bathroom. Since 2008, INDEXG B&B have served curators, artists, art-admirers, collectors and professionals from different cities visiting and working in Toronto.

50 Gladstone Ave, Toronto


From the Notebooks (2010-2020)
by Gary Michael Dault

From the Notebooks, 2010-2020.
Number 33: Winter (after Barker Fairley), February 3, 2017.

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by Cem Turgay



Some Trees
by Malgorzata Wolak Dault


Number 22

Yesterday I saw trees by the river's edge,
Wrecked and broken beyond belief,
Only two or three trunks left standing,
Scarred by blades of a thousand axes.
Frost strips the yellowing leaves,
River waves pluck at the withered roots.
This is a way the living must fare.
Why curse at Heaven and Earth?

Han-shan, Cold Mountain, translated by Burton Watson (London: Jonathan Cape, 1962), p.53.

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Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor

Bathroom Sink

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