Friday, November 30, 2007

'Somewhere, the smart set lives.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 7:08 PM 0 comments

'Like a dizzying sweep in a profundity of ages - something, anything, limitless, wherever.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 7:02 PM 0 comments

Sunday, November 25, 2007

'A jumble of old metal, sacred now to nothing.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:53 AM 0 comments

'Beauty and grace, malevolence and calculation, everything all wrapped in one. There seemed both NO way in and NO way out.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:48 AM 0 comments

'Just like some Wintertime storm approaching.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:44 AM 0 comments

Saturday, November 24, 2007

'Has anyone seen what the mighty hands have wrought?'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 7:01 PM 0 comments

'Being unsure of what I was even seeing, I knew so little of this world - a well-vaunted illusion, perhaps, or something twisted over a cloth of appearances; a strange guaze ever-ready to evaporate and fade away. Was something behind it, more real, struggling ever to appear?'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:58 PM 0 comments

'In some stranger manner of a diffident embrace, I was sure we'd clutched before at this same reverent scene. This house bore our many secrets well.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:53 PM 0 comments

Sunday, November 18, 2007

'It seemed I came for you so quickly. You were not there. By the time YOU arrived, I was not there...'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 5:54 AM 0 comments

'May I remind you of certain things? : You are never alone, the eyes of a God are always upon you, your eggs HAVE no basket, the verisimilitude of reality is to be doubted and, lastly, there are more important things than time alone.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 5:51 AM 0 comments

Saturday, November 17, 2007

'Pernicious wanderings, errant thoughts, ideas of no good design.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 1:43 PM 0 comments

Friday, November 16, 2007

'So, they were saying : "Uncle Narcissus was never this bad."'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:15 PM 0 comments

'Oh your cold, calculated jumble of bush.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:10 PM 0 comments

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

'In all my life, I found this to be true: there is no airtime at the airshow.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:52 PM 0 comments

'In my day I was a rouster and a rustler too. I cared little for what anyone thought or said about me. It was just that way...although now I am, all of me, heart and feelings, ensconced behind doors locked silent with both reverie and regret. There's nothing more to be said, really.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:47 PM 0 comments

Sunday, November 04, 2007

'And all together then we simply had a sudden moment.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 7:02 AM 0 comments

'If I paint the sky with the arms of God, what then?'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:58 AM 0 comments

'Michaelson to O'Malley to Mandalay.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 6:53 AM 0 comments

Friday, November 02, 2007

'I was tagged at the center, I'd tagged my heart. I wore the notices of a hundred messages and intentions, I reflected all things. I proferred the world with gems and crystal-sounding phrases. I was nothing. I was everything.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 5:56 PM 0 comments

'The doorway led to...disaster, perdition, glory OR doom.'
Posted by Picasa

posted by gary j. introne @ 5:52 PM 0 comments