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shop talk: A Proposal for Artist Funding Reform in Canada
This is important in part because it means the benefit to the individual artist and her family will outweigh the relative cost to general tax revenue. It also means that all of her money goes right back into businesses in the local community, since she clearly isn’t making enough money to save or travel. Also, with the security the exemption provides, a highly-skilled artist can devote more of her time to her high-value work, doing more good to the Canadian economy than she would wasting her time at a low-skilled job in order to make ends meet. [Read more...]
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Sacred Street
Veronica Gaylie
Instead of a tower above the town
be a Smoke Bush.
Be the tree that absorbs all. [Read more...]
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Irina Moga
A street of lost footfalls
- the street that I walk up
every day.
Each step #measured by a second
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A darkening. [Read more...]
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Mutant Love – Crisis
Ann Diamond
It was the Day Three of the Cuban Missile Crisis and we were living under a mushroom cloud. As the days grew shorter and prospects for peace darkened, my brother and I decided to throw our first party ever.
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