1004-2021

Published on Mondays, with columns by Artists and Writers
Published since 2002, an Ocean and Pounds publication

 

 

 

The Photograph
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki


Light Composition No 1, Toronto 2020 by James Rowan


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Some Trees
by Malgorzata Wolak Dault


Number 95

"Roots buried in earth, branches protecting the squirrels' games and the birds' nest and chirpings, shade bestowed on men and beast, head in heaven.  Is there a wiser, more beneficent mode of existing?"

            ---Marguerite Yourcenar, That Mighty Sculptor, Time, ( New York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux,1992), p.198.


Greenwood
by Kai Chan


"Family Tie #29" 1995, button, string, nail

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The Diary of Wonders by Tomio Nitto
Exhibition catalogue
8×10 in, 20×25 cm, 
80 pages, softcover, perfect binding
Isbn: 9781989845172
Published by OCEAN POUNDS

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Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault

 

Entropy
 
when I was child
this seemed like
a thin clean world
white as a paper plate
only a few errors
like a rusty car
here and there
 
my brand new
morning astringency
was first tempered
when I was invited
to play
in a sudden new
back yard
(door held open
until I went in)
 
where clammy vines
slid again my cheek
and insected brambles
picked at my hair
 
and when
after my mothered rescue
I first noticed
the paint-chipped
wainscotting
in our kitchen
and the scowling
curls of heating dust
languid atop
the spidery stovepipe
in my bedroom
 
and how
when my stepfather’s friend Ab
dropped by for a drink
the windshield of his car
while not really smashed
was shivered into
a thousand mica-like
shards and flakes
of marzipan-hued glass
you couldn’t see though
 
and the sun
on his old upholstery
smelled like
the predator vines
in that tumbled garden
next door

 

DOUBLE DOUBLE issue 1001-2021

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CONTENTS: A new book of recent work by Lee Ka-sing - "Eighty Two Photographs”, full set of thumbnail pages, Part Two / “好了。 okay”, a poem by Holly Lee



Eighty Two Photographs
a book of recent work by Lee Ka-sing
8×10 in, 20×25 cm
180 pages, softcover, perfect binding
Isbn: 9781989845189
Published by OCEAN POUNDS

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From the Notebooks (2010-2021)
by Gary Michael Dault

From the Notebooks, 2010-2021.
Number 105: Autumnal Flower (September 28, 2021)

Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor


The Rough End of Summer

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Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee



Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – Our short week inside the historical city is still a highlight of my last travel foray since the start of the global pandemic. Our week in Khiva; included reuniting regularly with a group of musicians who continued to serenaded the minimal crowds as tourist season had dwindled down. My primary observation of the troupe was more often of them chatting and smoking between performances.

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CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth

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ProTesT
by Cem Turgay

Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black



Once, scribbled


Suddenly (once scribbled long ago),
winter (before the autumnal light) broke through my window ,
(now along the fickle length of my arm)
as if a phone call spidering the den of night,
and pried wide my spoon bones (android and of digit) from the fat caging my heart,
and there you were:
sea and voice and sudden--
11 time zones away, from which you woke me.
Loud.

You carried a bucket of light in your voice as the sea grew wide from
Testament and grist
The Kangi of the moving of place, scribbling with the pen of your voice,
of boxes felled by time and imprint,
of the rattle in the carrying the remaining behind, the upplant, the stains,
the spider newspaper printing along the corner
the fingerprints of a poem once thought sent:
the tumbleweed dust in the corner, the wash and the light at the end of the throat.
This call our Archimedes, that shall be our Orion, ventually.

There is no app that can replace that, no code, no nimble mind,
the 1's and 0's compared, nothing with the shape of voice cascading,
the tiger run around the tree, and we shaped into leaving.
The pacific shelling up the tales carried on the back of what is awashed,
picked up the forlorn and that which was plated between us.
Turn, swerve, propinquitous night,

Ghostly but still left of bone, no longer bereft,
I am coming home to you.

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