Published on Mondays, with columns by Artists and Writers. Published since 2002, an Ocean and Pounds publication
Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault
The Corked Bottle
until it's rather
late in the game
that the self
is like liquid
in a corked
into the sea
feels like progress
you really want
after a hundred years
is to break on the dock
you were thrown
into the water
in the first place
by Kai Chan
November 29 to December 12, 2020
Irina Schestakowich is a poet of flowers. She draws, she prints, she stitches, colours and scatters, and lets them live on papers. Through her abundant art pieces of flowery imageries, we find silent poems, beauty, touches of melancholy, precious lines and thoughts resonating, like in the famous poem of Flower-Gathering by Robert Frost:
I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.
Camel was the Father of GPS
written by Holly Lee
Lee Ka-sing started to write poetry at the tender age of fourteen. After ten years, photography took over poetry, and within the next two decades, poetry, in return, would greatly influence his thinking on photography. Today, fifty some years after he wrote the first poem, in a heartbeat he would say I write poem with photography. In the exhibition Camel was the Father of GPS, every photograph offers a poem, captured vividly with just one or two lines, the rest is clear - it is there to motivate, so let your imagination fly! There is no lack of response to his images. They discharge certain universal, mesmeric charms, not to dictate, but to unfold the many possibilities of reading. The images are personal yet impersonal, one poem leading to another, without a full stop.
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Holly Lee - NIGHT OWL SONATA (in one movement) / Lee Ka-sing - Two pieces of Rock. A memoir (2020), a poem constructed with thirteen pieces of Test Fragment
by Malgorzata Wolak Dault
I was just beginning to think about a weekly tree, when Gary drew my attention to a book he loves and was now reading for the second time--Antoine de Saint-Exupery's Flight To Arras from 1942.
He reminded me that while Saint-Ex (as Gary refers to him affectionately) is best known as the author-illustrator of The Little Prince, his far greater achievement lies in his brilliant novels about his life as a pilot--especially as a fighter pilot in his Flight To Arras, a book my husband has always regarded as both the greatest anti-war novel and the greatest anti-bureaucratic novel ever written.
"Listen," he said this morning, "this is the kind of thing Saint-Ex thinks while flying at 30,000 feet over enemy territory," and he read me following:
"There is a serenity that is higher than the pronouncements of the intelligence. There is a thing which pierces and governs us and which cannot be grasped by the intelligence.
A tree has no language. We are a tree. There are truths which are evident, though not put into words...."
Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee
Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – Standing under one of the original cupolas dating back towards the end of the 12th century, my mind kept thinking back to the quote "we may say most aptly that the Analytical Engine weaves algebraical patterns just as the Jacquard loom weaves flowers and leaves".
My mind's eye fixated in an ultra stimulated state by patterns; mosaic tile, suzani embroidery, ikat fabrics, the simplicity of the domed space in many ways took my breath away.
From the Notebooks (2010-2020)
by Gary Michael Dault
From the Notebooks, 2010-2020.
Number 62: Woman with a Bird (March 16, 2015)
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki
From the series “Around the Block”
Theater on 6th Ave. 2017 by Guillaume Zuili
I moved to San Pedro, which is the harbor of Los Angeles, in 2015. One of the last “back in time” places that escaped gentrification.
Silver gelatin print
Galerie Clementine de la Feronniere, Paris
by Shelley Savor
The Raw and the Cooked, MYTHOLOGIQUES
(A column on the culture of eating and cooking)
Texts and Drawing by Shelley Savor
Every year when the days become shorter and the weather becomes colder, I feel a certain sadness and longing for the vibrancy of summer. This past summer I cycled and walked much more in order to avoid taking public transit during the pandemic. I noticed people's gardens at close range, especially one garden that a couple were regularly attending. They had an impressive amount of melons thriving in their beautiful green patch. I think of this image often now, in order to feel more optimistic and hopeful about the future.
Coolness of the Melons by Matsuo Basho
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew
(tr. Robert Hass)
The Raw and the Cooked, MYTHOLOGIQUES is a new column on the culture of eating and cooking, with contributions by various authors. The column name is borrowed from the title of a book by Claude Levi-Strauss. It is spontaneous, a little amusing but serious at the same time.
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