Showing posts with label keefer street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label keefer street. Show all posts

Thursday, February 20, 2014

sun muun


 the door may be closed
defensive syntax on guard
above cold foreign soil
invested chinese swamp


 or blank as a renouncement
barring prejudicial flames
the colour lines were drawn
and yet they are re-crossed


 a single character marks
a half number retreated
to consolations unknown
behind the multilocked door


 perhaps they soon shall pass
more inscrutable as always
but never going very far
from portals so hard won


for all the ancient societies
of the persistent secret orders
will leak a welcome of sorts
to those who can open doors

Sunday, April 24, 2011

strathcona:: tree shadows

On this first warm sunny day of spring [finally!] I went in search of some fitfully artful tree shadows - and other ephemeral exuberances...
Zig-zagging through the old Strathcona neighbourhood on my bike, the flower buds were literally popping open by the minute in the bright sunshine and the abstract sillhouettes of the still leafless tree branches shifted coyly with the sun - a profusion of intricate skiagrams on textured walls and painted surfaces, animating the quaintly charming houses on these most tranquil of inner city streets...






The ethereal blue dome of the Russian Orthodox church on Campbell Street merges with a clear blue sky through a veil of darkly lacing branches and a cascade of fresh spring foliage...

The first blossoms burst into bloom on this old cherry tree and the soft pink petals riff off the fading pink portico of this building on Keefer Street...



Sunday, December 5, 2010

chinatown remains

It has been much too long since I have been down to Vancouver's Chinatown and really take notice of the upscale changes going on as well as sadly, what is still barely clinging on...
The establishment of well-funded vanity projects in art galleries, stylish lounges and uptown priced
cuisine nouvelle-chinoise contrasts even more starkly with what remains of a once bustling enclave of working-class chinese culture and commerce...
On a late winter afternoon, as the sun dips low behind the buildings and the street lamps begin to turn on, I walk the few blocks of East Georgia Street, Keefer Street and East Pender Street where the majority of the shoppers are still Asian but just not as unrepentantly chic in dress as the few non-Asians making their way to be seen in the uplifted high brow cool spots...