Archive for January, 2007

January 29, 2007

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I saw a guy dumping seeds on the sidewalk. at first I thought he was the pigeon feeder I had met before and I went over
to say hi and see how he was doing. but it wasn’t the same guy so I just stood close enough to be associated with the pigeons, but far enough away to not interfere. or so I thought, but when I took up my space the pigeons flew off and the pigeon feeder guy got quite upset accusing me of scaring the pigeons away. I tried to calm him down and told him the pigeons would return, which they did (thank god), but he was still angry. he ranted, then walked away shaking his fist at me.

left at: 1401 McGill College, corner of Sainte Catherine.

january/2007


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January 29, 2007

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this dream was stapled onto the plywood at the boarded-up church using my new staple gun, bought explicitly for this purpose. you will notice the dream is longer, 69 words instead on the usual 40. I remember at the artist talk at souffles (a gallery, poetry reading, conference, performance space) vida said something to me about taking up more room, writing a long dream and I said, all serious and sincere, no, the project is about holding the dream, the physical act of holding the words, not so much the dream itself…I don’t know about you, but it seems to me as soon as I say something definite in public, poof, it doesn’t fit anymore…cuz, then, about three days later I was walking down the street and I saw this huge cardboard, HUGE, like it must have been for a cabinet or something and I got all excited and wished I had a truck or a van to drag it home… so yeah, vida was right, …since then I have known I would write a longer dream, and now I am thinking it could be a really long dream.

left at: 670 Courcelle, corner of St. Jacques, at the boarded-up abandoned church.

january/2007

January 9, 2007

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dream translated: I dreamed homeless men keep coming onto my mother’s balcony. I tell them to get off or I will call the cops. They say, “go ahead, call the cops–they can’t do anything–we’re registered as missing persons.”

left at: ally next to 257 Avenue Mont Royal, corner of Laval, Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

january/2007

January 9, 2007

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nathan, my fourteen-year-old son, found and brought me the cardboard that this dream is written on.

left at: field where I take Swimmer, my dog, for her walk. (beside the private road leading to the Convent Villa-Maria, north of Notre-Dame-De Grace, and east of Grey Ave.) Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

january/2007

January 9, 2007

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on the third of january (five days later) the dream is still there; although the cardboard fell off the balcony, was rained on and now lies scrunched on the ground.

january/2007

January 9, 2007

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left at: 4101 Decarie Boulevard, Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

december/2006

January 9, 2007

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dream translated: In my dream I ask my mother how much she is paying to stay here. She says eighty dollars. I don’t ask if this is per week, or per day. I think of Kristine who looks after her mother.

left at: 555 Sainte Catherine, Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

december/2006

January 9, 2007

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when I was photographing the dream “jar” came up to me and made this face that he wanted me to photograph. he asked me if this was my spot. I said, “no.” he then sat down with his cardboard 13 cent sign. we got to talking and he told me what he wants for xmas is to meet someone genuine and nice who will be his real friend.