Author Archives: Nicholas Power

looking at his coffee cup by the window at Central Billiards he is thinking of Mayan blue surviving fifteen hundred years after the firing of the clay he likes the way the light comes in to where he is sitting … Continue reading →

looking through the backdoor screen at the neighbourhood laid out familiar subject matter under the painter’s grid becoming objects in perspective each particular element tree leaves on tree fence line particular board studied in detail small squares separately framing just … Continue reading →

Prologue after a film of Michel Nedjar’s opening in Paris of Poupées de Lumière entering the gallery naked in hands and feet we are ghosts of absent colour feeling our way without guile or voice through affinities of air and … Continue reading →

Proprioception i want to explain how neutrinos glide through our bodies as we talk, how the invisible life of the universe slips through us constantly, sliding by like moonlight at mid-day, atomic memories as elusive as forgotten dreams unfolding in … Continue reading →

dragonflies rise unbottled blue swallows skim a fish curves under distinct conversation on the uncertain surface

not the autumn wind not the occasional kind not the coy chinook not the hurricane force wind the wind that summons poetry one small word frees you nameless fish in nameless stream you’re not a flower your god’s gone from … Continue reading →

We trace the shadows, like Keats, with chance’s hand, Love both what’s missing and what’s at our feet; Poised on our toes we, for a moment, stand, Not rushing our brushstrokes, not in retreat; Drawing mysteries but not on demand, … Continue reading →

We’re not in Brazil here beneath the green crowns of trees and the endless blue of the sky it’s a summer night in Toronto still holding traces of sunset in its thin clouds and this most benign of crowds picnicking … Continue reading →

if you want to be like those glamour girls in 1940s photoplays show up at the club in a perfect black dress wearing a snap brim hat like the singer in the house band kick off your shoes and dance … Continue reading →

The following are the original poems that formed the basis for; Get Happy     lindy hop dream theatre performed at The Toronto Fringe Festival in July, 2011  script adapted and directed by Alisha Ruiss and produced by Tricia Postle rooms … Continue reading →