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...
Just wanted to say I am enjoying your stones. This one made me think of diaries that I destroyed.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
martine
Thanks, Martine... and there's a lot of boring drivel in my journals -wish they were interesting! I'm so glad I gave up keeping them and turned to on-line blogging. Much better!
ReplyDeleteI can understand destroying our journals, mine are generally so trite that I'd be embarrassed if anyone else were to read them! While I intend to chuck a good many of them at some point, they do represent an aspect of my life, and once in awhile I like to reconnect to who I was. :)