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Poetry needs to be read more than once. Read a little today, then a little more tomorrow. Read it all at once. Or savour only some of the words today, and a few more tomorrow. Read it while you are walking. Read it while you are cycling. Read it while you are on the streetcar, fleetingly. Asphalt Poetry is both a ground mural and a performance collaboration. The poem The City by Ronna Bloom is presented on the ground – able to be read from the north and the south, at different speeds, words intermingling.

The City

A network of roads spreads finely
through fields, between tower blocks
and building sites, it spins
through highways and downtowns
and downtowns. Dangerous neighbourhoods
await arteries. Maps
the city Toronto to the city Dublin to the city London.
All converge.
Circle road, Ring road.

I am going out all the exits on the highway
at the same time. Mapping
a leg to a shoulder, a memory to a hill, a blue vein
to an arm. Cross
sections of past. Yonge Street meets
King north of Piccadilly Circus
like a skin graft. Major intersections
cross the body.

I don’t know where I’m going and the city
calls to my voices, my limbs,
all my uncertain directions, saying:
Lie down in the not knowing.
Lie down in me.

Asphalt Poetry is one of a series of installation created as part of the King Street Pilot Project.



View of the poem looking west

Looking westward



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The 504 zipping by



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Getting another perspective



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Passers-by



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The City



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