The future is in Scarborough! Our friend’s at the Toronto Free Gallery are opening an exhibition that “poses the question—Is our future a suburban one? If the city centre cannot sustain us, where shall we go? Facing an intensifying city core, artists imagine a possible future for the suburbs, exploring utopian ideals and their inherent discontents. THE CENTRE CANNOT HOLD explores visions of an existing landscape and proposals for possibilities in that new frontier. What will happen to our utopian dreams?”
A number of Spacing conbributors are also involved in the show. Toronto Free Gallery is also known for their fun openings, if one needs encouragement. People could go to the discussion at Goethe, then go for a meandering walk east until they got to the other side of the Don River and the Toronto Free. However, Spacing Magazine in no way wants to micro-manage your evening.
Toronto Free Gallery
660 Queen St. East
April 20 — June 4
Opening Reception: Thursday April 20, 8 pm
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Scarborough to be born?
I’m certain that Yeats had Scarborough in mind rather than Bethlehem — in fact, I think it works better. I think we have to post the whole wonderful thing now, cuz the last two lines of the first section are the finest lines ever written:
The Second Coming — W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Am I missing something? Where is the info on the show on their site?
I noticed that too — this opening isn’t up on their site. But it’s up here.