Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
Pablo Valdivia, Breathing Underwater translated from the Spanish by Ross Woods Guernica Editions, Fall 2014 102 pages Trade Paperback...
Gorgeous photo! I think you'd be interested in seeing the blue tulip photo on Jean's site This Too. (andthistoo.blogspot.com). The tulips were red in real life and when she processed the photo they somehow came out blue.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the one-up on the photo and the link, Richard. Jean's blue tulips are quite intriguing indeed!
ReplyDeleteI love the imagry in this poem, though my favorite part is the first four lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear s.m. xo
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