Meeting Audrey Keyes in 2005

In the image below, my brother's initials ("JM") carved when we lived there, maybe the June 1962 date was also by him:

Photographs, not in any order, of meeting my first friend, Audrey Keyes, after not seeing her since 1963. We met at St. Viateur Restaurant on Monkland Avenue in the summer of 2005; we revisited our old homes, in the same fourplex, on Oxford Avenue (not far from Monkland Avenue and the buildings owned by John Hoolahan, and written about by me in the Hoolahan's Flats poems in Girouard Avenue...) we're sitting on the front steps of the building, we're in the lane on the back stairs, and there are a few places inside the back stairwell where we had carved our initials in the wood back in the late 50s, early 60s. There's Veeto with her dear mother, Mrs. Keyes. Veeto, who used to be Audrey Keyes... what a joy meeting her again after all of these years. Coincidentaly, Veeto was born on the same day as Artie Gold, and knew Artie's good friend Mary Brown, and possibly her daughter Candy, a few years before Artie knew them... how our lives intersect, meet, and meet again sometime off in the future.

Keep on Killing

(Note: This stencilled message was seen on the day a group of us scattered Artie Gold's ashes; this was at the end of the walk, in Montreal's Chinatown. Was that September 2007?)

Macy's in NYC

Outside St. John the Divine Cathedral, New York City

Horses at the Metropolitan Museum, NYC

Exhibit of horses in different poses at the Met; sculpted by Edgar Degas, 1884-1917.

Super Sexe

Here we are in downtown Montreal, across Ste. Catherine Street from the Eaton Centre, and half-naked goddesses fly through the air like super heroes, like Superwomen. It is nothing other than Super Sexe!

The solarium at Alexis Nihon Plaza, Montreal

The Making of Collages (8)

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The Making of Collages (4)

From August 6, 2010 (4)

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The Making of Collages (2)

This begins a series of collages--for the next two weeks--made in the winter and spring of 2010. Each collage became, for me, a point of meditation, an insight into the post-modern age.

Each collage is a visual cut-up. The narrative running through our minds of how the world is constructed, how it works, is ended by tearing it into pieces. The random re-organization of these pieces gives us a new narrative, a new insight into how things work.

A longer introduction to The Making of Collages can be found in the posting of last June 28th.