Horn-honking street-cheering TO celebrates Olympic Gold

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A horn-honking,

street-cheering city,

a cacophony

of car horns,

and revelry,

laughing and waving-

Canada makes Olympic history.

Toronto celebrates!

As soon as the last overtime gold goal was scored,
people piled out of taverns, their homes, cheering.

You reach for the stars, Team Canada,

and they're gold.

Medals, a constellation of 14 stars

helping the country navigate

now-

An Olympic record, and first time

for us on home soil.

Rubbing gold stars

from our eyes

in disbelief...

The red maple leaf,

our flag

flying high tonight.

The streets of Toronto explode into a Winter party.

A whole country berserk with celebration.

Congratulations, Canada.

                                                        

Transparencies

Momentarily I became soft, not soft exactly but like glass become thick liquid, melting, memories of hot silica, pliable, and if you knew you could reach your hand through to the other side to Alice's Wonderland.

Through the glass; through the invisible world.

It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.

                                                        

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A long, slow process, clearly. While I don't yet know who these people are, I'm getting to know them. In a way I like this as is, the whitely drawn figures on swish of black paint. But colour inevitably beckons. Now that I've learned how to post large images in small packets, you can better see what's there when you click to full screen. This image is an unbelievable 1496×1872 pixels and is only 292KB!

                                                        

Night Vision

Steven Kenny, The Wing, 2005, oil on canvas, 40" x 30"


Ah, Icarus... what was he imagining? Rising and gliding like a bird, that he could fly to the fiery sun on his golden wings? Did he immolate himself for that vision, which trapped him in its promises, drew him on, puncturing his skin with the shafts of feathers like hypodermic needles filled with a distillation of fantasies that made him feel invincible, like a god?

When he flew, it was with night vision.