Archives for August 2016

In/Future – Overshadow

‘Overshadow’ was commissioned by artist Lyla Rye for her video installation ‘Overshadow’ which was projected on the ceiling of a silo in the In/Future festival at Toronto’s Ontario Place and looped from Sept. 15 – 25, 2016. It features the remixing the of Dolores Claman’s theme music for Ontario Place (Dolores is renowned for having written the Cdn iconic masterpiece, ‘Hockey Night in Canada’), + the plundering of contemporary pop artists (derived from Lyla’s daughter Leena’s playlist) Metric, Janelle Monae, Gorillaz, AWOL Nation and Lykke Li.

The structure of the piece passes from the grand optimistic – even utopian – fanfares of the Ontario Place Theme (written sometime in the 1970s)which are gradually eclipsed by millennial pop artifacts, until there is a full eclipse. Following the eclipse pop artifacts dominate. At the end, through a series of more or less disruptive insertions there is a gradual collapse, and the Ontario Place theme re-emerges in a somewhat dystopian crescendo…

Overshadow Facebook page




The Tale of Sitting Duck

Sitting Duck,
frozen with fear,
couldn’t paddle, couldn’t fly,
frozen knowing,
that below the Beast was coming,
from below.

And so it did.
Rapacious gaping maw,
black gorger,
wide open,
all teeth,
snapping and gulping and swallowing,
’till all there was left
in the universe of the duck
hemmed in by teeth closing
was the rooting slathering tongue,
of the Beast.

Sitting Duck,
it’s mouth gaping in fear
as it fell into the cavernous jaws
of the maw,
lunged at the great beast’s tongue,
and beaked it,
beaked it harder and still harder,
beaked with all it’s might,
and held on for it’s dear Sitting Duck life.

The great Beast gasped,
then gabbered,
then stuttered, then coughed,
but still Sitting Duck wouldn’t let off.
It wheezed, and sneezed,
it buzzed, it teethed,
it spat and ululated,
and raced to and fro,
but still Sitting Duck wouldn’t let go.
The Beast flabbered and gasted,
couldn’t swallow, chew or catch,
on it’s tongue, Sitting Duck,
unrelenting in his latch.

For hours, then days, then weeks
the duck wouldn’t release,
and the Beast,
swimming in circles,
writhered and railed,
then paled,
and fell weak.

Then Sitting Duck –
now mighty from feeding on the great Beast’s tongue –
flexed it’s wings,
and heaved with it’s mighty beak,
and beat and beat
as hard as it could,
and harder and harder,
and lifted the limp beast by the tongue into the air,
higher and still higher.

Then with a great gasp,
Sitting Duck spat the Beast from Below,
and it fell and it fell
tumbling down
far and still farther,
and then kerashed and kersplattered,
in a terrible horrible glabble,
of guts, and teeth and bones.

Sitting Duck –
Mighty Sitting Duck –
now descended to the splattage carnage,
winging back down to the ground.
There it fluttered and flapped,
and bippity-bopped,
and picked all the very best bones of the lot.
It stacked them in order,
tight, interlocked,
and built,
bone by bone,
a beautiful home,
from the bones of the Beast from Below.

0-The Beast from Below 1-Sitting Duck, Frozen with Fear 2-The Maw 3-The Beast Buzzed Teethed Spat and Ululated 4-The Beast Flabbered and Gasted 5-It Fell and It Fell 6-The Beautiful Home