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noreimerreason

a reading, writing, and photo blog. oh and animals. and their rights. there ain't never been any reimer reason, and i'm not gonna start now

Tiger and lion (Taken with instagram)

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I love you #eastvancats (Taken with instagram)

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End of an era (Taken with instagram)

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I love you #eastvan (Taken with Instagram at Eye Contact)

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#photoadaymay #17: snack (Taken with instagram)

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#photoadaymay #16: I’m reading my dear friend D-Zomp’s words on the train! And remembering him bitching about this photo shoot even tho he is clearly a babe. @poetryisdead (Taken with Instagram at Joyce - Collingwood SkyTrain Station)

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Lily from Liz (Taken with instagram)

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#photoadaymay #15: love (Taken with instagram)

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#photoadaymay #14: grass (Taken with Instagram at New Amsterdam Cafe)

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Sea vegetable goes to the beach (Taken with instagram)

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Browsing Archive: December, 2010

Jordan Scott: Flub and Utter

Posted by Nikki Reimer on Wednesday, December 15, 2010, In : poetry & poetics 
Posted to Lemon Hound on Monday, December 13

 'Tis mid-December, several days till solstice, several more days till the Festival of Plastic. I've spent the day in a mild state of panic, wrapping various locally-purchased, artist/isan-made items in locally-purchased brown kraft paper to stuff in my suitcase, as if any of that can absolve my participation in the annual consumer-capitalist wet dream. This is the opposite of poetry.



Here's some actual poetry, conceived and filmed by the National Fi...

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Just Twelve Bars: On Adam Seelig's Every Day in the Morning (Slow)

Posted by Nikki Reimer on Thursday, December 2, 2010, In : Book Review 
Posted to Lemon Hound on Monday, November 29, 2010.

My first problem, after reading Adam Seelig’s Every Day in the Morning (Slow), and having decided to review it, involved how to curb my penchant for superlatives, chiefly because, let’s be honest, it reads as unlearned and juvenile, and secondarily because I wanted to shout that the work is orginal! breathtaking! brilliant! inspiring! when the very words have been rendered meaningless by overuse.

Fuck.

Ok, Every Day in the Morning (Slow) sc...
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