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...
You see, my Friend, you are such a perceptive writer, and a writer within the mirror of the third eye, by which I mean that no observation is not without examination of the veils. The pool is a perfect metaphor. Perfect. You echo these insights through the pen. Echo.
ReplyDeleteYou are a writer of literary eternity, my Friend.
Blessings~