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, ... -
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
There is leeway, always. Until the final moment.
ReplyDeleteThis really echoed for me Brenda. Thanks,
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Oh {{{Stray}}}
ReplyDelete"I'm tired of the precarious edges"
ReplyDeleteoh yes, oh my.
be safe. crazy, crazy days (but not bad) be back very soon.
I'll miss you, narrator... be safe, & do be back very soon.
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