January 2012
6 posts
December 2011
11 posts
“In the end, autumn is nothing but cold tea and it goes on and on and takes ages...”
– Francis Ponge
my work now has a place of its own →
“‘I’m cold,’ the lover says, ‘let’s go back’; but there is no road, no way, the...”
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (adapted from baroquemirrors)
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
10 posts
“How can I express the darkness?”
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 30 June 1927 (via proustitute)
xamounts: FOLDING IN →
xamounts:
New works by Alexandra Busgang
Curated by Jessica Simas Opening: Friday, October 14, 8PM-11PM Location: LasCaux Gallery, 89 Niagara Street, Toronto ON Folding In marks the debut solo exhibition of works by Alexandra Busgang. Working through sculpture, video, and collage, she…
September 2011
4 posts
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August 2011
4 posts
1 tag
“Now that I know what I want, I don’t have to hold on to it quite so much.”
– Lucian Freud (via lunch-poems)
July 2011
10 posts
“the breath the trees the bridge
the...”
– C. D. Wright, “Flame” (via proustitute)
“Sculpture is made with two instruments and some supports and pretty air.”
– Gertrude Stein (via xamounts)
“The mechanisms that keep us from drowning are so fragile: and why us?”
– Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water (via lunch-poems)
June 2011
17 posts
THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD: Greyness... →
lunch-poems:
Greyness is no ordinary greyness, but a vast lead roof which covers the world like the lid of a soup pan. The breath of human beings is like the steam of a laundry house. The smoke of cigarettes is like a rain of ashes from Vesuvius. The lights taste of sulphur, and each face stares at you with…
