POETRY hallway at Art Show in 2000

I helped arrange an art show at the Toronto offices of Cyberplex, a professional internet services company where I worked, in 2000. This was a mixed media event with work by many staff not just the design department. Here is the poetry hallway.

Poems from some half dozen poets on staff.  

Camera was my Sony Mavica FD-7. I recently recovered this photo.

MVC-029S CX ART SHOW POETRY HALLWAY

 

one poem of mine shown

Way Past Midnight

 

I look at my hands by electric light.
They are becoming the dry wrinkled hands
of an old office man. Not yet my father’s hands
Not my mother’s
which became deflated as she almost made it to 80.
The wrinkles deep,
her skin on her wrists
paper thin
so fragile when they took the blood tests.
She would bruise like they had used a coal shovel on her
We should grow old in a big old house
surrounded by grandchildren
not in the white sheets of the f**king hospitals

I hate the thought of it
sitting beside her as her breathing in the coma shuddering slowing
more work for each breath
I sat in the ugly metal and vinyl padded chair
my hand under the sheet holding her leg below the knee
her good leg
not the left with the stroke twisted ankle
feeling the warmth of her in my hand
and the shudders of her breathing growing harder
and slower and slowing
to nothing
her mouth still open
the IV pump with saline and the other line morphine
I listened
and listened for another breath
then I walked around to look at her face
half turned from me
my hand brushing her hair
still brown, just a line or two of grey
then I sat back down in the chair
and put my hand back on her leg below the knee
and felt her warmth and it was quiet, January quiet
then I got ready to go find a nurse
to check for a pulse, a heartbeat, and to find neither sound,
just the shell still, three days short of her 80th birthday,
and then to tell me that
my mother was dead
officially
and then the doctor who I had never seen before
came to tell me
that my mother was dead
officially
for the second time
the doctor a young woman
younger than me
following her training
having put on the doctor face
with emotion tucked away
explained to me that my mother had passed away
I said, “I know. I was there.”
The nurses on the floor looked at me as I waited
for my sister to arrive
they looked at my face
my hands spread out held high
holding the metal doorframe of the room
so that the building would not explode
the metal was cool
and had no wrinkles.

Nikon D3100 battery finally caught me napping

Nikon D3100 with 18-55 Nikon lens

For once I got embarassed by not checking my Nikon DSLR D3100 lithium battery charge state.  I normally go for a week without recharging.  But at an art show opening, no juice in the battery.  Sheesh.  Thinking back over the week I had shot a lot of shots at Fort York in Toronto, many with the aux.  flash (Metz 44) in use.  But I had my Blackberry Playbook with me and it had half its charge left and so a few shots got taken.  Enough to put on the blog of the Huronia Museum where the art show is running until June 27…. Tim Mohan is the Métis artist. Huronia Museum in Midland, Ontario.