PICTURES of OTHER things: May 2008

'Mastroiani, Rostropovich, and that furious guy from nowhere.'

'Where the glass shoots upward, the highlands go begging.'

'Wendell's real pilot was no pilot at all - it was all fantasy, like looking back in a raging windstorm in order to see where you've been. Hopless, and without meaning.'

'Excuse me if I tell you something different; excuse me if I tell you something new.'

'The scourge of Goethe seemed about ready to renew itself : colors, paradoxes and questions, each so full of inquiry and depth. I waited for the light to go down so at least I could put on the lanterns...'

'Like some young Eddy in third grade, the fellow from the Haberdashery Fair took solace in the fact of his BEING somewhere, no matter the how or why.'

'At that moment, the Riddle of the Sphinx made far more sense than Joshua was making. I lowered my head and began watching the street - distant things seemed more strange than real.'

'And, oh yes, I hasten to add - if you take a moment too long, it will be too late.'

'If the left hand knew what the right hand was doing, why THEN we'd be cooking!'

'My strange liaison with time took place amidst another nation.'

'And now, the mighty constabulatory of forces had come forward - calling a name, picking a person - selecting a new mate for time and eternity too.'

'I didn't know...I'd heard it a million ways - 'bless the children', 'the children are accursed', 'suffer the little children come unto me' - without gaining conclusion nor a reach for the ending. Everything was enobled thereby...and nothing was. It seemed hopeless.'

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