Nearby we find a moment to pause and reflect on the purity of the hand drawn graphic and what has been lost in an era of over-saturation.
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- a place in the country: w.g. sebald
- a thousand plateaus: deleuze & guattari
- against nature: joris-karl huysmans
- between parentheses: essays, articles and speeches: roberto bolaño
- beyond remembering: the collected poems of al purdy
- de certeau: the practice of everyday life
- deeds, abstracts: greg curnoe
- difference and repetition - chapter three : gilles deleuze
- early vancouver: major j.s. matthews
- eraser street: henri robideau
- finnegan's wake: james joyce
- hackney, that rose-red empire: iain sinclair
- islands of abandonment: cal flyn
- kingsway: michael turner
- landmarks: robert macfarlane
- liquidities: vancouver poems, then and now: daphne marlatt
- logic of sense: gilles deleuze
- make it true: poetry from cascadia
- malcolm lowry/ vancouver days: sheryl salloum
- occasional works and seven walks from the office for soft architecture: lisa robertson
- on the number 20 line: rolf knight
- psychogeography: merlin coverley
- reveries of a solitary walker: j.j. rousseau
- slammer: al neil
- slouching towards bethlehem: joan didion
- tender buttons: gertrude stein
- the art of wandering: merlin coverley
- the cariboo horses: al purdy
- the mcCleery diary 1862-66 earliest settlers of vancouver, city archives vancouver 1964
- the other paris: luc sante
- the situationist city: simon sadler
- the walk: robert walser
- todas las crónicas: clarice lispector
- uncreative writing: kenneth goldsmith
- vancouver walking: meredith quartermain
- vancouver was awesome: lani russwurm
- vancouver: a poem: george stanley
- walter benjamin's grave: michael taussig
- wanderlust: rebecca solnit
They Write to Us of Vancouver
We still haven't been to Canada! ...Perhaps in the not too distant future? My behaviour is no longer just enigmatic, it terrorizes, and I cannot be reproached a single gesture, an illicit word. On the contrary, my conduct is exemplary, completely disorienting...
Patrick Straram from Potlatch #2 June 1954
Patrick Straram from Potlatch #2 June 1954
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