PICTURES of OTHER things: March 2008

Sunday, March 30, 2008

'Sigorna Signorendum, and the end of all time.'

'I once did want to growl, yet found I bore no energy for the battle.'

Saturday, March 15, 2008

'In talking two wings it was as if I was answering myself - a constant back-and-forth which sometimes actually made great sense. Had anyone overheard, I guess they would have been perplexed.'

'When I desired form, eveything was nebulous; when I sought the dense fog, everything had shape. It seemed I could not win.'

'Read me, you dirty, pickled dog.'

'Much of the seamlessness of your notions contained the vagaries of inexperience and freshness. I saw the vivid light and and its color as if it were glowing from deep within.'

'Won't you hear me, Horace, won't you?'

'Shady notions of Nature; unfolding in ways all its own.'

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

'It was as simple as it could be. I merely gave up.'

'No savagery; instead just the censure of all things in their own due time. An end to what we never wanted anyway...distant lights, somehow reflected onto a broken sky, a pane of glass.'

'I miss nothing of your ideas of comradeship or felicity. We stare straight ahead (and try so hard to be right...).'

'Something taken along the way; all that I remembered right then of Philadelphia itself.'

PICTURES of OTHER things

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

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