Chad Wright - Master Plan (2013)
"For the first part of this series, Wright created a mould in the form of an L-shaped suburban dwelling, and set out a series of sand castles on his local beach. This scale-model suburbia was washed away by the tide, which perhaps urges us to consider the relative transience of so solid a symbol of the American dream, particularly since the 2007 subprime mortgage collapse. "
"In Master Plan, I am conflating a child’s sandcastle with architecture typifying postwar American suburbia. This three-part series culls artifacts from my childhood, investigating suburbia in its vision and legacy.Phase One focuses on the mass-produced tract house, re-examining it as symbol for the model American Dream.”
2:21 pm • 8 August 2013 • 18,398 notes
Congratulations Natasha Trethewey, new American Poet Laureate!!
Honestly, I had never heard of her work before. However, I am so glad; it means I’ve found an exciting new poet to read! If you want to know more about her, The New York Times and The BBC wrote interesting informative pieces on her appointment. She sounds like a remarkable woman. Anyhow, here is the end of a poem which is an instant favourite:
I thought not to do the work I once did, back bending
and domestic; my schooling a gift—even those half days
at picking time, listening to Miss J—. How
I’d come to know words, the recitations I practiced
to sound like her, lilting, my sentences curling up
or trailing off at the ends. I read my books until
I nearly broke their spines, and in the cotton field,
I repeated whole sections I’d learned by heart,
spelling each word in my head to make a picture
I could see, as well as a weight I could feel
in my mouth. So now, even as I write this
and think of you at home, Goodbye
is the waving map of your palm, is
a stone on my tongue.
11:44 pm • 12 June 2012 • 2 notes
is not what i call charming
or english or artful
in fact, i find your way
and your manner
complex and arrogant
fearing what i don’t understand
you are the she-wolf
who howls against the moon
my mind is not yours
we wake at different hours
i am lamb if you are wolf
your silhouette and sound
so beautiful and yet cliched
an image from a sweater
you are a talented howler
you cry in tune
you place your face well
i would like to read your manual
study that face and sound
see if i can humble it
Daily Poem 03/06/12
6:31 pm • 8 June 2012
Daily Poem 02/06/12
I think you are hiding somewhere
where the butterflies live to be a thousand years old
and each sparrow has its own song.
Do you sing along? Are you coming home?
5:59 pm • 8 June 2012 • 1 note
Daily Poem 01/06/12
I AM (HAIKU)
5:57 pm • 8 June 2012 • 1 note
Daily Poem 31/05/12
Sometimes I prefer
a poem to a conversation,
a word written to a word spoken.
I prefer a book to a beer,
a coffeeshop to a party.
Perhaps this is why I am lonely
5:55 pm • 8 June 2012 • 1 note
I’ve been in Scotland for a few days. I will be back with more lines once I’ve rested my feet!
8:58 pm • 5 June 2012