Tag Archives: Memento Mori

Economies, Bodies, Art and Survival

Matt Rader“Yellowthroat (1)”in Ghosthawk […]hung haphazardlyin your windowgallery. Art can survive a market economysupposedly,but it can’t survive outsideyour body. […][…] Which raises the question: and how does the body survive? And so for day 313108.07.2015

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What’s in a name?

Fredric Jameson Hegel Variations The problem with names is that, deeply embedded in history, after a certain time and at different rates of speed they begin to show their age. Some systems are canonized and as it were mummified, others … Continue reading

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Impermanent Signs of Impermanence

I like how Willard McCarty captures some of the weathering of the fences and peeling paint; they would make fine wallpaper in a digital setting. What I also find touching here is the vulnerability of the images: they are themselves … Continue reading

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Bones and Picking

Byron Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage Canto III Stanza 63    But ere these matchless heights I dare to scan,    There is a spot should not be pass’d in vain, —    Morat! the proud, the patriot field! where man    May gaze on ghastly … Continue reading

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Totem Traces

Treasures of and for the Self… A time may indeed come when the pictures and statues which we admire to-day will crumble to dust, or a race of men may follow us who no longer understand the works of our … Continue reading

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Changes of State – States of Change

Edward Bryne From “Délires” In Open Text Volume 2 Canadian Poetry and Poetics in the 21st Century Even successful snowmen must melt. Subtle alliterations. And so for day 2374 13.06.2013

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Not Far From The Tree

Trees are sometimes consigned to fire: Tree Destiny. Here Gracian provides a choice between two options (and of course is speaking metaphorically as well). There are trees and there are trees. Some bear fruit, while others are barren. Know well … Continue reading

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how sweetly flows that liquefaction

Michael Lavers from The Burden of Humans in New Ohio Review https://www.ohio.edu/nor/a/content/pdfs/lavers.pdf The frost tattoos its sermon on the rose, but in a language only you can read; Calls to mind poems by Lorna Crozier in The Garden Going On … Continue reading

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Perspective & Proportion

Mary Cornish from “The Laws of Japanese Painting” in Red Studio If a mountain is ten feet high, the trees should be one foot, the horse one inch, and a man the size of a bean. The image of the … Continue reading

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Anaphora in the Service of Memento Mori

Marsha Lederman, in reflecting on the announcement that Gord Downie from The Tragically Hip has been diagnosed with fatal brain tumour, closes her piece with a turn that opens as a return to the where and when she first heard … Continue reading

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