bruno neiva’s poem, “logistics” was planted in the fall of 2015, to the side of a path that runs from the Merrickville Bridge down through “The Ruins”. For a variety of reasons, this seemed to be a good spot for neiva’s poem – there are artefacts on this site that, for reason of their contrasts, and what, individually, they reference, offer parallels and counterpoints to his deft and precise poetry and visual work. A little farther east-ish along the trail, just before its endpoint, is Jason Christie’s poem – placed in the same general area for completely different reasons, some of which I’ve already mentioned in an earlier post. There, Jason’s poem leans against a tree, in the presence of objects such as a stone campfire, a log bench with a cigarette holder, and, across the narrow channel, a marina. To the south the water trickles or roars over limestone, depending on whether the dam has been opened or not.
This trail isn’t particularly remote – it’s easily accessible, visually interesting, and cuts through multiple areas that would make for great picnics. It’s also semi-groomed. Someone cuts the grass here. The notion of the picnic, given bruno’s work and Jason’s, is both ironic and a respite.
The spaces around bruno’s poem teem with river movements, architectural remnants, red phone booths, rusty corrugated rooftops, sharply white-grey limestone rock, dam movements, and curious urban noises mixed with the clear calls of catbirds, chickadees and a variety of warblers. A turbine, enclosed in a metal fence, is (as if the ruins and the dam in the background aren’t enough) a gigantic reminder that this space is an industrial memory garden. Since winter, bruno’s poem has sprouted a seed or two; it offers a surface for the passings of birds and other species to mark.
bruno has a number of projects on the go, many of which are accessible through his website, particularly his highly interesting Museum of Boughs. He discusses some of the elements of his work, and collaborations, here.