As part of an HRM-wide project, matt robinson was contacted by Heather MacLeod, who works for the HRM’s Community Relations & Cultural Affairs department, to work on a site-specific poem for the Grand Parade Square.
The resultant poem, ‘grand parade, halifax’ was then reproduced on a traffic control box in the square by local artist William Johnson.
Below are some B&W pics of the poem / traffic control box (photos: Lyndsay Anderson, 2009) and the full text of the poem as it was reproduced on the traffic box’s six panels.
More information on the project can be found in this article in Halifax alt-weekly The Coast HERE: http://www.thecoast.ca/ArtAttack/archives/2009/08/14/matt-robinsons-gets-poetic-in-grand-parade
GRAND PARADE, HALIFAX
– ‘the square is the only major shape that is man-made’
a pause, of sorts. a rupture
in the stolid brick
& concrete rote
that is the city’s downtown counting;
our stepped caesura.
it has been here — we have been
here — for the tumult & explosion
of the core, its people.
a frenetic foreign chaos of
have been right here
& shuffled the icy restlessness
of near-zeroed november
mornings & — mindless — kicked at
what’s been cobbled,
together. we have,
i’m sure, been here — just
some of us — a slight
bit drunk. loose shouldered &
slack jawed, searching
the night’s unsteady dark for
a fight, for a bite of salty meat or slice
of pizza. we have been here,
on the way: up, or down,
or over. we have been here;
we have been.
we have, at very least,
just this: a near accidental architecture
of moments; a shape of who we are.