Monday, March 22, 2010

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Sunday, March 21, 2010

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Saturday, March 20, 2010

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Friday, March 19, 2010

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

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Monday, March 15, 2010

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

VISION

The world was not yet discovered.
It traveled in a galaxy of dinosaur bones and other fossils.
Embedded and waiting. Waiting for decades
when the skirts were different.

When Mr. O watered his plants in a light blue shirt with a breast pocket,
His hair slicked back, he boarded a plane to Africa, where the lion still
walked in bursts of grass.

In his light blue rental car, Mr. O took photos, very close photos, of lions resting.

There was nothing to report back.

The world lay silent. The giant squid was silent.
The continents were silent. It was quiet as he boarded the plane for home.

It was quiet in the diamond mines, it was quiet in the coal mines,

And the Loch Ness monster sighed and waited for sonar.







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The twenty-fourth of August was one of three days on which the earth opened up.

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WHAT A BASTARD
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Monday, March 1, 2010

"Though fashions in art are unstable like all fashions, there is an underlying reality which will always inform the final judgment. We see that in women's clothes the final judgment, which separates good periods of dress from bad, is based on the nature of womanhood, her special beauty, and dignity, and power. So great art is always an expression of a fundamental character in things, the simple and powerful emotions which have always dominated and perplexed life."