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[sic]
sic] thus written, error mine. Sic to incite to attack, especially as a command to a “Sic ‘em!” Siccingpoetry on you. That’s sick, as in, awesome. Or ill and sickly. Either way, the (gendered, sexualized) body is implicated. [sic] re-writes a feminist lyric within the long shadow cast by neo-liberalism upon the city and its denizens, mis-remembers the lines and re-inscribes the labour and commerce and sexual negotiations that take place there.
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First published April 1, 2010
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Nikki Reimer
15 books50 followersI write the absurdities of life.
Nikki Reimer is a carbon-based life form and fifth-generation settler of Ukrainian and Russian Mennonite descent who resides on the traditional territories of the people of the Treaty 7 region in Southern Alberta (land belonging to the Blackfoot Confederacy (comprising the Siksika, Piikani and Kainai First Nations), the Tsuut’ina First Nation, and the Stoney Nakoda (including the Chiniki, Bearspaw, and Wesley First Nations). The City of Calgary is also home to Métis Nation of Alberta, Region III.) She is grateful to reside on these lands.
Reimer writes poetry, essays and criticism, yells on the internet, and makes digital art. Her published books are My Heart is a Rose Manhattan, DOWNVERSE and [sic]. Her creative and non-fiction work has appeared on stages, billboards, public art exhibits, pop-up bistro menus, and in various magazines, journals and anthologies. Reimer explores found and remixed methods for generating material, including n+1 and blackout methods. She writes poetry and essays on feminist issues, urban life, loss and grief, politics, and other heavy subjects, though her work is also at times darkly funny and absurd. She is the sister of late Calgary-based musician Chris Reimer, and she carries his spirit with her always.
Nikki Reimer is a carbon-based life form and fifth-generation settler of Ukrainian and Russian Mennonite descent who resides on the traditional territories of the people of the Treaty 7 region in Southern Alberta (land belonging to the Blackfoot Confederacy (comprising the Siksika, Piikani and Kainai First Nations), the Tsuut’ina First Nation, and the Stoney Nakoda (including the Chiniki, Bearspaw, and Wesley First Nations). The City of Calgary is also home to Métis Nation of Alberta, Region III.) She is grateful to reside on these lands.
Reimer writes poetry, essays and criticism, yells on the internet, and makes digital art. Her published books are My Heart is a Rose Manhattan, DOWNVERSE and [sic]. Her creative and non-fiction work has appeared on stages, billboards, public art exhibits, pop-up bistro menus, and in various magazines, journals and anthologies. Reimer explores found and remixed methods for generating material, including n+1 and blackout methods. She writes poetry and essays on feminist issues, urban life, loss and grief, politics, and other heavy subjects, though her work is also at times darkly funny and absurd. She is the sister of late Calgary-based musician Chris Reimer, and she carries his spirit with her always.
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February 4, 2011Feminist, full of fun wordplay that I can't do. Cascades of images. I liked the urban settings in these, particularly because they mentioned Calgary and Vancouver :)
January 20, 2022
VEGAN CARNIVORE SQUATS AT SAFEWAY
endless positions script hard work but y recreational
sex life blasts off like cocaine on a corn dog age of _____ to
realize a cotton-pickin' racial slur? since britbrit hit the skids lost
all ability to milk a cow really "achieve" my "goals" if mentors
shoot off to oblivion à la gonzo iconoclasm tony robbins looked
right at me & for one second motivated cajones
but then remembered: balls ovaries bleed the moon &
prince charles never even asked to be my maxi-pad
be attuned to pop culture
& know all the acronyms
HEP HIV FASD ZOMFG GPS WTF LMFAO?
no longer in the running towards america's next top model
to "suffer" for "my art"
step away from the terminal hipster
pick up a chihauhau steady the girls for the inevitable flash
* * *
"aspiring to middle management" ain't what it used to be
obsess over the price of paper
set on letterpress order a cheaper stapler
high on acid on architecture on government grants
north of black diamond away from the city
this small publication locates its audience
by zip code increases its circulation
gorilla style starts raising chickens by the neck
won't give it away to institutions
wants to "be bold or
move to subverbia"
breeds a free-range artistic expression
corn-fed &
free to kick around the yard a bit
* * *
bowness bungalow. face east. dwell. half-brothers drop
laundry on thursdays. miranda's feet wipe the bed. paddle
boats thru bowness park in august. deliberate kitty litter
board games and sitcoms.
do you know my blue eyes glisten?
can you brush my teeth?
the new sitter's named nicole like you
choke on dust bunnies pizza boxes stain these kids with juice.
pirouette little sparkle sister little jam face. five years dad is not
your dad. orphaned kittens reproduce mom's cottage industry
sex shop. dogging the fencelines. literal oikos. leave it to easter.
* * *
kid sister in a coma don't shuffle your feet in those shoes
suture: the real question
plant that bluegrass anywhere
coupland and morrissey and almodóvar
< girlfriend in a comagirlfriend in a coma >
split second footage read: she realized familiars on the
fence there she was footing leaves and branches child
silhouettes on the sky teetering on oak sounds tragic better
call the fire department periwinkle or robin's egg?
put on fresh underwear cold feet so blue so blue hitting
ground in the spring or the fall despite the hyperbole a good
idea at the time a slippy tree catnaps and whiskers sleep in
on sundays
* * *
blowdries after nine hazard a drink
djs lactating ricepaper toonies for hoodies
& needles at the Cherry first period
in three months swollen F17 the blue parka
nurse kittens women & scotch in that order
goods damaged first street & tired at twenty-three
* * *
pulled into architecture name this "city" even as Bronco the
Mayor denies all influx all urban sprawl
nearly one million of us cowpokes saddle up for suburbia
as far
as white as one of those middle-class girls catholic school
as near as
you pulled me onto a map a grid a structure of fault lines &
street names continue to plot urban myths & time-distance
graphs years later
there's no city maps with pins where the impact's been
< locate 14th street within your bedroom >
my lips a hand that eyebrow the naked turning thru 17th
mannered one's hand-in-hand dimpled who the turning you
who this blonde my falling silly who keep lips & one's
17th passing a naked into lips eyebrow naked boys &
* * *
achieve maximum satiation in six seconds or less. apropos
the zeitgeist. pursue arms and a right to happiness. pass this
virus around. shoulder maxi pads and resume. not a pretty
girl. outgrow. blueprints for the television set. sleepy kitty.
where are my fucking keys? because life has lost all
meaning without Star Trek. bent-over cootchie picture.
disable from the inside out. sudden flutter in the chest; a
double-beat. cash in queen. private genitalial area.
endless positions script hard work but y recreational
sex life blasts off like cocaine on a corn dog age of _____ to
realize a cotton-pickin' racial slur? since britbrit hit the skids lost
all ability to milk a cow really "achieve" my "goals" if mentors
shoot off to oblivion à la gonzo iconoclasm tony robbins looked
right at me & for one second motivated cajones
but then remembered: balls ovaries bleed the moon &
prince charles never even asked to be my maxi-pad
be attuned to pop culture
& know all the acronyms
no longer in the running towards america's next top model
to "suffer" for "my art"
step away from the terminal hipster
pick up a chihauhau steady the girls for the inevitable flash
- photographing, pg. 20
* * *
"aspiring to middle management" ain't what it used to be
obsess over the price of paper
set on letterpress order a cheaper stapler
high on acid on architecture on government grants
north of black diamond away from the city
this small publication locates its audience
by zip code increases its circulation
gorilla style starts raising chickens by the neck
won't give it away to institutions
wants to "be bold or
move to subverbia"
breeds a free-range artistic expression
corn-fed &
free to kick around the yard a bit
- small press:, pg. 37
* * *
bowness bungalow. face east. dwell. half-brothers drop
laundry on thursdays. miranda's feet wipe the bed. paddle
boats thru bowness park in august. deliberate kitty litter
board games and sitcoms.
do you know my blue eyes glisten?
can you brush my teeth?
the new sitter's named nicole like you
choke on dust bunnies pizza boxes stain these kids with juice.
pirouette little sparkle sister little jam face. five years dad is not
your dad. orphaned kittens reproduce mom's cottage industry
sex shop. dogging the fencelines. literal oikos. leave it to easter.
- infinite east, pg. 46
* * *
kid sister in a coma don't shuffle your feet in those shoes
suture: the real question
plant that bluegrass anywhere
coupland and morrissey and almodóvar
< girlfriend in a comagirlfriend in a coma >
split second footage read: she realized familiars on the
fence there she was footing leaves and branches child
silhouettes on the sky teetering on oak sounds tragic better
call the fire department periwinkle or robin's egg?
put on fresh underwear cold feet so blue so blue hitting
ground in the spring or the fall despite the hyperbole a good
idea at the time a slippy tree catnaps and whiskers sleep in
on sundays
- leaves fall to construct this fable, pg. 53
* * *
blowdries after nine hazard a drink
djs lactating ricepaper toonies for hoodies
& needles at the Cherry first period
in three months swollen F17 the blue parka
nurse kittens women & scotch in that order
goods damaged first street & tired at twenty-three
- coatcheck girl, pg. 65
* * *
pulled into architecture name this "city" even as Bronco the
Mayor denies all influx all urban sprawl
nearly one million of us cowpokes saddle up for suburbia
as far
as white as one of those middle-class girls catholic school
as near as
you pulled me onto a map a grid a structure of fault lines &
street names continue to plot urban myths & time-distance
graphs years later
there's no city maps with pins where the impact's been
< locate 14th street within your bedroom >
my lips a hand that eyebrow the naked turning thru 17th
mannered one's hand-in-hand dimpled who the turning you
who this blonde my falling silly who keep lips & one's
17th passing a naked into lips eyebrow naked boys &
- skirt around the perimeters of this city, pg. 74
* * *
achieve maximum satiation in six seconds or less. apropos
the zeitgeist. pursue arms and a right to happiness. pass this
virus around. shoulder maxi pads and resume. not a pretty
girl. outgrow. blueprints for the television set. sleepy kitty.
where are my fucking keys? because life has lost all
meaning without Star Trek. bent-over cootchie picture.
disable from the inside out. sudden flutter in the chest; a
double-beat. cash in queen. private genitalial area.
- clinical diagnosis, pg. 88
June 30, 2019
A flâneur in the google-map multiverse of Vancouver.
February 28, 2011
Nikki Reimer has written a beautifully cynical book. i identified very strongly with corporate whore, who asks “why can’t i wear pink boots and fishnet stockings to work?”
“we haven’t shaved in weeks. and guilt, that useless emotion, chafes.” yes.
[sic] captures restless feminism in a corporate city. Or is that restless cities in a corporate feminism? It is an immensely fun book to read: at turns sarcastic and serious, but smart all the way through.
and just as delicious the second time around. a good present for all the city punks and suburb anarchists in your life.
“we haven’t shaved in weeks. and guilt, that useless emotion, chafes.” yes.
[sic] captures restless feminism in a corporate city. Or is that restless cities in a corporate feminism? It is an immensely fun book to read: at turns sarcastic and serious, but smart all the way through.
and just as delicious the second time around. a good present for all the city punks and suburb anarchists in your life.
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