PICTURES of OTHER things: June 2007

Saturday, June 30, 2007

'Maybe it was I was merely dreaming. I was ascending bodily to a Heaven above....as if angels were drawing me upward.'

'You linchpin of vagrancy, you passing mark of speed, you first step on the way to perdition...'

'The painted life of us all. Nothing really unusual there.'

Friday, June 29, 2007

'One great place to be - passing a melange of stationary objects, as if nothing moved anywhere except for us, ourselves, we alone.'

'Beneath the scowl of some dirty old woman, nothing sat fixed or in place. Everything was always in flux : bring me the tired, the poor, and all that...'

Thursday, June 28, 2007

'I had an idea. I would circumvent this city by air - fleeing diligently towards any direction I selected. I was light, and so was all the world.'

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

'Another time I said: 'I'm twenty-nine now, I'm twenty-nine I'm twenty-nine...and you are nothing!''

'I stopped and went in. Sorry to report I was all alone. There was no one even there to heed my warning nor answer my query. I left, as befuddled as I'd been upon entering.'

'My horse, my flying horse! As if caught in action, I felt it 'behooved me' to stare up and watch.'

'One time, as I was scurrying about to somewhere, I remember I passed this strange old side beneath a wooden bridge. It stopped me short. immediately I was reminded of days gone by, when I was a young child freezing over a cold, cold grate - where there was supposed to be heat that no one could afford.'

Sunday, June 17, 2007

'Harold, Harold. You are still sleeping in your tomb of dead ideas.'

'Old things to old things, new things to new.'

Thursday, June 14, 2007

'As I walked through these ancient catacombs I knew I had been here before - a zealot, an Essene, something distant and from another place and time. But it all still ran within my soul and coursed in the blood through my veins. There was no going back on that...'