Friday, February 04, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Bruce Conkle: Who the Hell is Piet Mondrian?
Friday, February 4th. The Gallery will exhibit Conkle's past and recent
illustrations and installations, including his gilded tree burls from
the October 2010 show at WorkSound, viewed together for the first time.
Bio: Bruce's work often deals with escapism, artificial worlds, and
man's place within nature, and frequently examines what he calls the
"misfit quotient" at the crossroads. Whimsical, absurdist, and deeply
symbolic, his work often uses art and humor to address contemporary
attitudes toward nature and environmental concerns. His work has shown
all over the world, including Reykjavik, Rio De Janeiro, New York,
Miami, and Portland. Recent projects include public art commissions for
TriMet/ MAX Light Rail and PSU's Smith Memorial Student Union Public Art
+ Residency. In 2010 Bruce received an Oregon Arts Commission Artist
Fellowship and a project grant from the Regional Arts and Culture
Council. http://www.bruceconke.com firstname.lastname@example.org
WHAT: Project Grow presents Bruce Conkle: Who the Hell is Piet
Mondrian? WHEN: Opening reception Friday, February 4th from 7 to 10 pm.
Gallery hours Mon-Fri 9am- 5pm and by appointment 503.236.9515 x116.
Continues through Feb 28. WHERE: The Gallery at Port City: 2156 N
Williams Ave. Portland 97227
Posted by Peter at 11:16 AM
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
It's never quite clear
what they're up to
the men who live
on wires & shelves.
A shitstorm of data
a shark that walks on land
the amount of snow won't matter
to the phone in your hand.
Jimmy Caan crosses Roebling's bridge
in a Cadillac to deliver
leaves to the Harlem River.
Bird shadow in the big holly
lost in the dust on the shade
forced air feathered melancholy
fluffs the scratch the branch made.
The men who live on wires & shelves
are mute even to themselves.
Posted by Peter at 3:05 PM
Monday, January 31, 2011
The H.D. Book
The dominant rhythm is recurrence, with the writing (and rewriting) forming a palimpsest that diagrams movements of soul as well as patterns of literary process. Chapter 8, dated "March 21, Tuesday, 1961," begins with an early-morning fragment of dream that Duncan then tracks through a labyrinth that include Baudelaire, the game of charades, Jehovah's backside, the alchemy of Freudian analysis, shit and cunts, the play of verse/versus/version/aversion, and the marginalia of Jack Spicer...
Posted by Peter at 9:23 AM