I took another walk (10/19) and mapped that out.
I also took photos from my journey. I found some interesting things while walking, and like photographing those; they're things I may consider using later, or at least referencing. The murals come from the building I used to live at, while other pictures come from places/things I never acknowledged/knew existed.
And of course, as per my routine, I wrote a journal after the fact. I'm going to start naming these because only numbering them is incredibly dead.
Journey #7: glaring into the rearview mirror
1.41 miles
28:42
Weather: Sunny but cold and windy. Nippy.
Hardie. Went out back way out of spite. Listening to super loud music because I can. Bunch of people out front at checkerboard. Illustration people: Midnight Massacre leads the group. Almost got hit crossing street. People on Cabot. Old man with beard and leather jacket. Familiar roads. Book on stoop of St. Mary’s. Went down weird side street that didn’t go anywhere. Turned around. Piece of metal in the road. Walked down street I used to walk often to get to class. Remembered when some man catcalled me and Fernanda told him I was 16 and how he ran off after. Cut through parking lot like I used to. Murals on side of building used to be super clean; now chipping all sorts of places. New pizza place on Rantoul street. Went past British place again. Tempted to get another coffee but decided against it. Curb in front of British place where I lost my bright orange talon on my thumb. Past train station. Behind several businesses. Vandalism in several places. Piece of yellow and black chain. Place where school buses parked. Sketchy. Brewery with cool sign. Eth motorcycle building. Trespassed slightly to take pictures. Bike mirrors hanging above doorway. Place in Haverhill with bike on side of building comes to mind. Motorcycle guy paintings around building. Side entrance with pair of glasses hanging from bar for some reason. Federal street crosswalk. Business card in street snatched. Crossed over real quick because some car pulled way too close to me. Car with crazy cracks in the hood. Back up routes I came. Police man crossing street; maybe getting a coffee.
stream-of-consciousness, collage-istic notational writing style. reminds me of Ann Quin's writing, and some of the conversation between Claire-Louise Bennett and Lauren Elkin, mentioned in class and available here (will put txt version at seminar google drive).
ReplyDelete"glaring" is an interesting word, suggesting looking (back, in this case) with intense focussed anger !
your hand-drawn route maps are, as usual, wonderful.
ReplyDeletethey somehow signal the starts of new chapters. a kind of poetic refrain (though visual, works same way).
the brick wall mural details are beautiful.
and those motorcycle mirrors !
p.s.,
ReplyDeletehere's a kind of interview with Claire-Louise Bennett, that might interest you.
‘If there was a revolution, I’d be there’
for example —
“Quin’s work, she says, “doesn’t feel just like experimentation. That feels like someone really trying to get at what being alive at that moment feels like and is like” – and what she tries to represent in her own work.”