Saturday, April 01, 2006
I Love My Life, But Not You Guys -- special April Fool's Day installment!

Lunchtime. Pad Thai on Broadway.

LOST GUY'S LUNCH DATE: ...and hot-and-sour soup. Thanks.

WAITRESS: And for you?

LOST GUY: What do you guys have to eat?

WAITRESS: The menu's on the table here. $5.95 each lunch special. Pad thai...chicken and curry...yellow curry...[lists numerous other delicious, Anodyne-approved choices].

LOST GUY: I'll just have a hamburger.


WAITRESS: We're a Thai restaurant.

LOST GUY: There aren't any fuckin' hamburgers in Thailand?

Anodyne was 2 years old on March 30th, and of course I forgot to announce it here, being too busy with Vancouver Island poetry readings and hipwaders & etc. So: thanks to everyone who wrote in 2005-6: John Latta, Gywnedd Pickett, Adam Harrison, James Nadiger, Peter Culley, brother dru, Reiko Tagami, Jamie Tolagson, Jessie Caryl, Michael Turner, Sylvia Grace Borda & anyone else I've forgotten. Without whom, & etc. Thanks.
Friday, March 31, 2006

Another View of the Still Creek Drain, 2006

RIP: Ian Hamilton Finlay, artist and poet

"The famously contentious Mr. Finlay began calling his home Little Sparta in 1980, partly to symbolize his refusal to compromise with the local authorities over whether a building dedicated to Apollo should be taxed as a religious or a commercial structure."

Magnolia on Renfrew, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006

Jeff Wall, Still Creek, Vancouver, Winter 2003, 2003

Back from Vancouver Island, I put a borrowed pair of black hipwaders in my backpack and my hiking boots on my feet and went exploring in East Vancouver. A new plan for 2006: every time I'm depressed, I'm going to go and do something I haven't done before.

Up Renfrew Street, where the season's last magnolia announced itself.

Green leaves on all the salmonberries in the Renfrew Ravine, and the season's first skunk cabbages in the marshy ground along the creek.

The smell of alder bark, a thin mulch of ragged leaves covering the wet clay bank like the cheap blanket I drew up around my shoulders in the Terminal Avenue motel.

English ivy, deep green, on the stones.

Untitled (Stain), 2006. Public edition: private collection, London, UK.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006

On the road to visit Pete in Nanaimo and Tolagson in Victoria, and to locate some Vancouver Island magnolias. Back Friday!

Two Magnolias, Main Street, Vancouver, B.C., 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006

Star Magnolia on the Corner, 2006

Up at 6am to clean the balcony, before the power washers and the painters arrived at 7am to rappel down the side of the building, rattle the (drafty and not terribly well secured) windows, and spook the stuffed cats.

A week or two ago, magnolias were the only flowering trees around. Glance down any street, and if one was present, it was as if it was hollering full-blast through a megaphone, a la Rodney Graham's marooned Mountie: "Here I am! Here I am!" Now every tree in the world is churning out blossoms and split-second identification is comparatively harder.

I'm trying hard not to make a conventional "series," ie., pictures whose only point is the identification of a shared subject. Art photography isn't Where's Waldo. Each picture has to be autonomous; if not, a lot of second-rate images will wander in over the transom under the guise of being part of the group, like those so-called friends of friends who show up unsolicited to your house party and drink all the beer.

Scott McFarland's photographs of desert plants at the Huntington Gardens, exhibited under the umbrella title, Empire, are a good example of self-sufficient pictures that also comprise (hesitantly, uneasily, like herded cats) a series.

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