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2 poems
by Brandy Ryan
by Brandy Ryan
re verse all – jeanette winterson’s
‘cup knife compass remedy’
iii.
The strange thing about learning to look
to watch without living
… is that the eye becomes sharp, sharp
is a slow death
as a blade, and
the basil leaf left on the counter
… We start to see
unused ,
the world
that eyes me
differently, not as
as i peel, smash, and finely mince
an intellectual response, no,
the garlic,
I mean actually see
sliver the red-skinned
it, alive suddenly to
onion, julienne
ugliness and beauty, repelled by banality
(not Julian, a boy i knew once; he played guitar)
instead of habituated to it
this leaf.
The new
cannot command my attention
sight [of] art
as i heat oil
allows … no more blur
i unnotice it,
no more failure
and so its edges indigo in protest
of vision
furl inwards finally it withers to half its size in bloom.
Or, i may look – a fate no different in its inevitability.
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perpetually (sometimes petulantly) playing with words, brandy ryan lives in toronto as she considers her next move.
Thursday
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The barrista has the same cologne as you. She smudged it all over the lid of my allongé.
OLIVIA
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Journal entry for September 4, 2008:
Told I smell like a female barrista.
Skipped dinner to sob.
2300mg thorazine.
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Wednesday
A little Q an A
with Clea Haugo
with Clea Haugo
What are you working on right now?
I am currently working on a series of mixed media portraits of victorian era ladies set in modern day surroundings; these are inspired by family photographs and early photographic techniques such as composites, dioramas and silhouettes.
Tell me about the vintage inspiration.
I incorporate a lot of vintage imagery and text into my drawings, paintings, and illustration--I am especially interested in the aesthetics and graphic design of vintage magazines; the simplicity, honesty, and lack of pretense.
What's your favourite era?
It's hard for me to pick just one favourite era... I am really fascinated by the 1930s--times were desperate and yet people were creative, it was the Jazz Age and people danced and sang and watched musicals! And I think there are similarities to today--the economic depression, markets crashing and job shortages.
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Clea Haugo has a degree in Art History and Fine Arts from Concordia University, and is also a graduate of Algonquin College's Applied Museum Studies. She's had internships at the National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa, at The Field Museum in Chicago, and at the McCord Museum in Montreal. Clea currently works as a writer/cataloguer for a fine art and antiques auction house. To see more of her work, visit factorycentral.ca. You can also buy up her cards at General 54.
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