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MONDAY ARTPOST issue 1020-2014

MONDAY ARTPOST - Columns by Artist and Writer. Published on Mondays
Issue 1020-2014 ISSN 1918-6991 An Ocean and Pounds publication. All Rights Reserved

Lee Ka-sing

Walking through the jungle of squares

A novel and a poem

Recollections underneath the glass of a golden frame

Reading a poem written in the nineteen seventies

Backdoor and the store-front

Early this morning, there was an argument about art, before the new show was installed


Bob Black

Bagatelle and Babble

1. Swift the sound of scattering wings that clip the space between a window in front of you and the far-lost long-ago window through which you once pulley'd down the sky: a kite of birds and telephone line, eclipsing.

2. And we are born into the shape and space of a place from the moment our arms and legs waddled, suspended beneath the bulb of our parents' breath, clothes-pinned in a fraction of a moment as if we a wire strung impossibly across an empty room, unmoored and levitating.

3. A room: your invisible self written along the corners and cornices of a wearied room, handprint and weathered stain trammeled against an alabaster wall, bend of break and breath. Room or the aging of your limbs?


Holly Lee

Mrs. Bento's very short stories 20141017

"They say food in Japan have mutated. Look at this one, a fish with beak of a bird!" exclaimed Stubby Bento. It was breakfast time and both Mr. and Mrs. Bento were having their standard coffee and toast. Mrs. Bento leaned over to Stubby, her husband's iPhone and found a frog with one leg, a strawberry, after repeating itself four times morphed into a red primrose; a big tomato, with clusters of different size-and-colour tomatoes shooting up from its belly, looking somewhat like the vegetable man painted by Arcimboldo. What strange, beautiful and dangerous offsprings from the recent nuclear disaster! With this thought Mrs. Bento instantly had a flashback of huge square water melons. The image came from a picture taken in a Japanese laboratory years ago. Fast backward she also recalled a photograph created by a friend in the nineties "Tomapple" - an enormous GM apple/tomato in front of the bluest sky she'd ever seen. A few white clouds drifting leisurely by. She glanced back at the I-Phone screen, which now shows a squash that looks like a glove. It was the first time she feels sad about human's loss of say over food engineering. After all, some people firmly believe that we already have human mutants living among us.


Fiona Smyth


Andrew Yeung

Line Doc

Shelley Savor

Caffeine Reveries

The Paint Chip Project by Shelley Savor
Oct. 15-26, 2014
Opening: Sat. 25, 2:00-6:00

Gallery 50
50 Gladstone Ave


Gary Michael Dault

Chapter 57

Rory Spindrift felt he was beginning to learn something real and useful about poetry. And he attributed this continuous enlargement of his sensibility to the energies of the muse he had so casually—almost accidentally—acquired. Bongo Bearance was a gift. A gift that, as beautiful as she was, he was not being encouraged to unwrap.


Gary Michael Dault

BRIEF CANDLES: 100 Very Short Plays

PLAY #97: Shell Game


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Columns by Artist and Writer
ISSN 1918-6991

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