1.A meeting with somebody.
Par excellence. A place for us. Us being me and you, or me and me. Our meeting point is what makes the time apart something to look forwards too. Our meeting point is what gives me a reason to earn my money, if for a coffee or a sandwich. The time seems to go so quick but I wouldn’t have it another way, just one day a week that lasts four hours.
I hold your hand as we approach; I hear your weekly voice and feel the skin that only comes to those who wait.
Our meeting place is in the mind, our meeting place is in the heart, our meeting place is something to repeat.
No work of art can explain a meeting place, no painting or poster. We’ve reached our usual spot, and before you know it I’m off again till next week.
Simple, and easy. Why make my place, our place, complicated.
Vis-à-vis.
Rendezvous
2. A place arranged for this
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Monday, June 29, 2009
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Bo Pedersen Geel: Afternoon, March*
Afternoon, March*
Along Nott Street
dirt lays on the snow
like a five o’clock shadow.
Up the hill, detail defers to
distance: colors mute to abstract,
objects to archetypes.
An old man
(his walk the whisper
of a sauntering gait)
moves down Grand Boulevard
with a dog and stick.
I watch his arthritic
toss, the dog’s quick,
joyous leap across
the crusted median
And think, for an instant,
not of weariness,
winter, or work;
but of sweet, wet air and
mindless motion.
Across the way,
from a second-story
porch a cardinal-red shirt
whips in the wind,
shouting of color to come.
*(Looking out the 5th floor
window of Ellis Hospital
– early 90’s)
Bo Pedersen Geel
Along Nott Street
dirt lays on the snow
like a five o’clock shadow.
Up the hill, detail defers to
distance: colors mute to abstract,
objects to archetypes.
An old man
(his walk the whisper
of a sauntering gait)
moves down Grand Boulevard
with a dog and stick.
I watch his arthritic
toss, the dog’s quick,
joyous leap across
the crusted median
And think, for an instant,
not of weariness,
winter, or work;
but of sweet, wet air and
mindless motion.
Across the way,
from a second-story
porch a cardinal-red shirt
whips in the wind,
shouting of color to come.
*(Looking out the 5th floor
window of Ellis Hospital
– early 90’s)
Bo Pedersen Geel
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Janine Chai needs Responses!
"Hey everyone!
I need your help. I am currently starting a project whereby I am making a book of love letters, BUT I honestly cannot make up so many letters on my own! Soooo, this is where you come in... it would be great if everyone can write at least one letter and send it to me (multiple would be cool but one is good). It could be a letter to someone you like/d, love/d, a secret crush, a partner, whatever. The point is to write what you feel or felt, whether they broke your heart or changed your life forever, tell them what you always wanted to and never could or tell them all the things you would like them to know, even if they already do. The letters could be anonymous or specific, its your choice, just put your thoughts and feelings to pen and paper and send em to me. But yea, it would be most appreciated if you could take some time and participate, who knows you might even feel better after you've done it :) P.S. Tell your friends and if they do one email it please! and this just came to my attention...i am going to put a dear .....(←insert name here) at the top of the letter so just put whatever name you want after dear, even if its some made up name or just anonymous. Thanks a mil!! XOXOJanine/J9"
Y'all can post some love letters for Janine in comments or email them to me and I will forward them to her. If you would like me to post them on the blog to get some feedback just say so! Thanks!
I need your help. I am currently starting a project whereby I am making a book of love letters, BUT I honestly cannot make up so many letters on my own! Soooo, this is where you come in... it would be great if everyone can write at least one letter and send it to me (multiple would be cool but one is good). It could be a letter to someone you like/d, love/d, a secret crush, a partner, whatever. The point is to write what you feel or felt, whether they broke your heart or changed your life forever, tell them what you always wanted to and never could or tell them all the things you would like them to know, even if they already do. The letters could be anonymous or specific, its your choice, just put your thoughts and feelings to pen and paper and send em to me. But yea, it would be most appreciated if you could take some time and participate, who knows you might even feel better after you've done it :) P.S. Tell your friends and if they do one email it please! and this just came to my attention...i am going to put a dear .....(←insert name here) at the top of the letter so just put whatever name you want after dear, even if its some made up name or just anonymous. Thanks a mil!! XOXOJanine/J9"
Y'all can post some love letters for Janine in comments or email them to me and I will forward them to her. If you would like me to post them on the blog to get some feedback just say so! Thanks!
Andy Kissner: Obituary
"My name is Andy Kissner.
I drink heavily, smoke cigs, lose friends, and alienate people. I admit to the truth, I am the best at what I do.
I run and play tennis. I take great offense at anti-smoking advertisements, and find most depictions of marijuana use in the mainstream media to be grossly inaccurate.
I dabble in the art of the DJ, and occasionally self-identify as a writer.
I am a recovering something.
I die at the age of 27 due to complications arising from an utter lack of ambition. I leave behind untold scores of lovers scorned, and a whole host of bad debt.
You've never met me, and that's probably for the best. I would have fucked you over.
I was never given the chance."
http://akissner.blogspot.com
I drink heavily, smoke cigs, lose friends, and alienate people. I admit to the truth, I am the best at what I do.
I run and play tennis. I take great offense at anti-smoking advertisements, and find most depictions of marijuana use in the mainstream media to be grossly inaccurate.
I dabble in the art of the DJ, and occasionally self-identify as a writer.
I am a recovering something.
I die at the age of 27 due to complications arising from an utter lack of ambition. I leave behind untold scores of lovers scorned, and a whole host of bad debt.
You've never met me, and that's probably for the best. I would have fucked you over.
I was never given the chance."
http://akissner.blogspot.com
Lauren Santorio's Book
These are some images that I am looking for some responses to. I have been working on a book for an assignment which involved passing around three disposable cameras. I have collected a number of images and now I am looking for some text or dialogue to go along with them. The text can either be poetry, dialogue between people/objects in the images or even random thoughts that occur to you when you look at the image (anything at all). Maybe certain songs come to mind or scenes from different movies. Lemmie know whats up!
If you do decide to give me some feedback you could comment, or email me.Please include any sources as to who wrote whatever it is that you send. If you want to be anonymous that's cool too.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Peter Shapiro (aka Sup Pitah!)
Peter is a student at Schenectady High School. Peter likes to draw and is very interested in modern & abstract art.
Janine Chai Illustration
Janine Chai is currently a student at The School of The Museum of Fine Arts. Janine works in Painting, Drawing, Illustration, Collage, Artist's Books, and Photography.
Chelsea Lauzon Photography
Chelsea Lauzon is currently a student at School of The Museum of Fine Arts. She works with mainly photography, glass, and collage.
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