Friday, April 5, 2013

up china creek yo...



yo mama's house?...here bitch yo...


the Vancouver Parks Board has since replaced the missing "i" and the halfed "e" but did not see fit to remove the scratched in letters above the "Ch" that makes it into an archaic racial epithet, thereby perpetuating and perhaps also condoning the handiwork of racist oINKers...


yo bitch, listen to "china creek" by half chinese from their album we were pretending to be...hear bitch yo...
and on various youtube vids...

[more shit on China Creek Skate Park here...yo...]
 

Saturday, March 23, 2013

canada re-posting...




When I recently heard that Canada Post has plans to close and sell off the Main Post Office building in downtown Vancouver, it reminded me that I have a few photos of it in my archives that I have been meaning to post for some time now... [And since I have been dawdling over this post, this huge modernist ship has already sailed off to new owners, who have as yet unformulated plans for it, besides the ambiguous "large-scale mixed-use development" response to queries!]

The General Post Office [as it was previously called] at 349 West Georgia Street is a squat bulky structure sprawling over an entire city block with a no-nonsense functionality to its demeanor. Designed by McCarter, Nairne, and Partners [the firm that also designed the stylistically different Seaforth Armoury building on Burrard Street that I had posted about earlier], it took five years to build and was completed in 1958.
It was touted as the world's largest steel-welded structure of its time and sported a rooftop helipad for those deliveries of an urgent and delicate nature! [James Bond-style postal missions notwithstanding, that well-intentioned heliport had never seen much action!]
There is also a 2,400 feet long conveyor belt system running underground to the CPR Waterfront Station that was not utilized for any secret deliveries either!

The frontal façade above the colonnaded walkway is dimpled with blue terra cotta insets and stamped by two massive cast aluminum Canadian crests. The columns along the walkway are of polished grey granite while the exterior walls are warmly clad with russet granite panels.

The building is comprised of 5 stories stretching the full block length with an additional 3 floors rising on slender columns on top of the main structure. [The original plans included a taller tower above but was stunted due to budget constraints.]

This bas-relief sculpture of the elegantly caped-and-capped postie was made by a now forgotten European sculptor with a local studio [signed P.K.-HUBA on the sole of the postie's right boot, but I could find no trace of him mentioned elsewhere].  
[I know the daughter of Ronald Nairne [the architect] who remembers visiting this sculptor's studio some Saturday mornings with her father to check on the progress of the work and  the sculptor would allow her to "help" him with parts of the piece [the draping part of the cape, she pointed out!].  He also made a bust of her that she still has, but she doesn't remember much else of him either.]





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Within the building itself, I was restricted to shooting only in the public areas - although I will try to gain access to other parts of the building on a later date if I can obtain permission somehow...



High-quality aluminum was used for trims, post boxes, long tables and window frames that were provided by one of England's largest and most venerable window manufacturers at the time.



Canada Post will be moving out of this building to new facilities by the Vancouver Airport in Richmond in 2014.  It remains to be seen if this example of west coast institutional modernism will be saved, reinterpreted and forwarded on as a purposeful current address!

More information on this building can be found on the Heritage Vancouver website.



Saturday, January 19, 2013

Lorca's oranges




"Quiero vivir sin verme.
Y hormigas y vilanos,
Sonaré que son mis
hojas y mis pàjaros."*

[*3rd verse from "Cancion del naranjo seco" by Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936)]


Sunday, January 6, 2013

gathering fresh moss...





through frosty grass and icy rocks to come upon the lone tree
an ancient japanese maple with a hundred mossy branches
reaching up gnarly and menacing...
below its thick trunk beats a mossy heart lying in a bed of fallen leaves glistening red as drying blood...



Thursday, December 27, 2012

o cadoiro*



the slippery steps to phantom home,
a block of grey sky, a concrete tub, basement-size
rinsed of sodden bits and charred queries...
falling away

the back garden inviolate 
concurs the temple steps, the dark mounting
wet and dense with winter's mulch...
last fall's fire

"between needs
breath's space"**

[*o cadoiro is the title of a book of poems by Erin MOURE, 2007... in Galician "o cadoiro " means the place where falling is made]
[**selected lines from the end of the book]
[the above two verses are mine]

Friday, December 14, 2012

midnight oil...


arrorogate along the trickety track...

surrenrender into the intrigante trunk...

forever ever deep in the hotshitoil...


Paraverbal Mutterings Paraverbal Muttering
is my first self-published book of poetics and photoimagery selected from this savage states blog...
now available for sale on blurb.ca
www.blurb.ca/bookstore/detail/3865859#promote-pane 

[the title of this collection is appropriated from an anonymous stencil found on a wall in japantown]


Tuesday, December 4, 2012

the modernist past...


there is history to be had beneath the starry dome,
sequestered in elderly cabinets dimly lit...

fading away in the worn wings of concrete lace,
to linger to bury to pass on by and look beyond...

through the teary glass the unreachable growth,
flooding a courtyard of curvilinear silences...

the ancient rain insisting, hidden caverns revealing,
moth-tattered chinese pardons neon flickering meta-nouns...

*****






Museum of Vancouver
H.R. MacMillan Space Centre / Planetarium
Designed by GERALD HAMILTON
Completed 1968
Stainless steel CRAB sculpture by GEORGE NORRIS
1100 Chestnut Street

Saturday, November 17, 2012

prowling the parker...

2012 eastside culture crawl eviscerated at 1000 parker street...

the annualvisual feast commences in the early darkness...

the artbeast awakes, sprawling twisting puffing, just this side of the tracks...

the sainted lights flare ominous signals, the holy rain holds off...

sidle along the scaly walls towards a glowgreen orifice...

slide down to the cavity depths of its devouring mouth...

as the hotbreath of  digested deliverance vaporizes into the night air...

+++withinthebeast+++

blaze the bedrock of creative deposits...

spark the pushbuttons of textual ordinance...

radiate the fulgent rings of truncated perennials...


she arterialized...[arleigh wood]

he flashfaced...[david taewook cho]

they unhung...[artmemes of unit 100]

nonentities in abductive idle...

do believe everything you read...


Eastside Culture Crawl, November 16-18, 2012
1000 Parker Street and 69 other voracious venues

ididiom = my id ++ your idiom
[please visit my new tumblr site for photoimagery of textual art]

Saturday, November 3, 2012

marking my clark park:: part VI


 near the end of day, I walked across the street towards the falling light as it shimmers late through the tall trees...

 there is a lovely old french poem about the dreaming trees at dusk after the rain...
"le long des murs d'un parc ou songent de beaux arbres...
on les suit longtemps.

plus tard, un peu de soleil dore
une feuille, et deux, et puis tout!"

and so it goes, in the pale hour along the parkside walls where old trees dream...

[selected lines from "Au fil de l'heure pale" by Leon-Paul FARGUE, 1878-1947]