Tag Archives: Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal

Charles Stankievech, Loveland


About Loveland, I’ve already written
But I can do more since I’m smitten
I wonder when filming, did Chuck wear mittens?

On the horizon a purple cloud
The audio starts quiet and gets quite loud
Tim Hecker should be proud.

Based on an early sci-fi book
Just like a Motown song, it’s got a killer hook
Mr. Stankievech is the opposite of a mook.

Séripop, Jusqu’au cou


It could be translated as “without a paddle”
For this art there is no line to straddle.
The propper translation of Jusqu’au cou
Should’ve been without a clue.

A bunch of construction paper tacked to a wall
And a bunch of paper tubes, that’s all.
Nothing serious,
Sort of ridiculous

Paper art when done well
Can compel.
Peter Callesen, Jen Stark,
Both make their mark.
Brian Dettmer, Richard Sweeney,
Both could be called genies.
Bert Simons, Guy Laramée
Will never be passe


François Morelli, Moon Walks


July 20, 1969 and March 25, 1983 are two dates.
Calling torn flags, moon walks is like tempting the fates.
On the first, Neil Armstrong jumped around on the moon,
On the second, Michael Jackson made an entire country swoon

Eight flags, wrapped around a shoe
And then walked on til they were worn through
Not exactly something that makes me go “oooh!”

I walked under them
I don’t know if I would go so far as to condemn.
More of a curiosity
Than an atrocity.

jake moore, aerie: clear channel


Fur covered balloon
And something like a cocoon.
I not sure I understand
Kind of bland.

I distinctly remember one not the other
jake’s a she, I wonder if she’s a mother?
An aerie is “the nest of a bird of prey”
I’m not sure what she’s trying to convey.

Clear Channel is a large corporation
Of fairly uniform radio stations
If it were a sporting event I would boo
The juxtapostion of the two.

Thérèse Mastroiacovo, Art Now


Art Now!
Scratch my brow.

Drawing covers from an art magazine
Could be called Philistine.
But also a smokescreen

Or a guise
Whatever that implies
About stuff being sensationalized.

Emmanuelle Léonard, Le Beau et le Laid Ecole secondaire Louise Trichet, Tetreaultville


The good, the bad and the ugly was a film with Clint Eastwood
It not exactly something a priest would
Do. Le beau et le laid is a series of single shots
Of high schools kids talking lots.

Teenagers talking
Means I’m walking.
I speak of priests since Marie-Louise Trichet founded the Filles de la Sagesse
Apologies, but I digress.

Twelve minute, black and white video on an endless loop
Personally I prefer the Marx Brothers’ Duck Soup.
Even if some of the kids were adorable
The audio part of the video was horrible

François Lemieux’s work in La Triennale Québécoise


His website is hosted at The Discriminating Gentleman’s Club
His art looked like a shrub.
A borrowed plant, dumped in a borrowed tub.

Two letters on a wall
To call it art is an order that’s tall
Even here in Montreal

I don’t know who signed off on this
Not even close to a hit, definitely a miss.
I don’t know if I can come up with a stronger dis.

Frédéric Lavoie, A l’affut & A l’ecoute


I don’t think that M. Lavoie uses thirty-aught six
Out in the wild you where need lots of tricks
His camera work is suberb
It’s a pity that the word “great” isn’t a verb.

Making bird calls that sound like flutes
It’s animals that his video camera shoots
Taxidermy it ain’t
Nonetheless it’s quaint

A rarity and a surprise
A four channel video instalation
That I don’t depise


Mathieu Latulippe, Nouvelles Aventures


Making a shrine
Making it shine
Nouvelles Aventures by Mathieu Latulippe is mighty fine.
He’s taken some things and made them combine.

You look at it/them and you make up a story
In this case where someone gets the glory
Not quite improvised, more ex tempore
Because of the roses, the safe and all the other inventory.

Kind of like structured child’s play
I’m not certain what M. Latulippe wants to convey
But that’s alright, I’m quite happy using my immagination to figure out what he wants to portray.
Next time, instead of a boat, perhaps a cabriolet.

Fabienne Lasserre’s work at La Triennale Québécoise


Ms. Lasserre makes weird objects
Some with, some without latex.
Not quite sculpture, they definitely aren’t cast
On the floor, they were easily passed.
She also didn’t use a chisel or a mold
In a smaller space they be much more bold.

That’s one of the things about such a large exhibition
Pieces end up placed in juxtaposition
Which makes it hard
To concentrate unless you’re always on guard
But in all fairness
it’s really tough for four hours to keep up that level of awareness.