Thursday, December 25, 2008

'Color, line, image, shape: I am (thusly) seduced by everything.'
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'And oh I've grown afraid of nothing, though I don't know where I am.'
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'Like blue matter around me, the world melted away. All that was left was image and dream - a circuitous route, perhaps, back to reality itself.'
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Thursday, December 11, 2008

'Over at the United Nations, I found that 'soaring architecture' and all that olde-moderne 60's stuff held about as much water as a bottomless bucket. Peace and all that. ...And then I realized that a 'bottomless bucket' really held nothing at all or (at the same time) appeared to hold everything it was given.'
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'Really, I found all this to be so much to my liking.'
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'It was a happy place - like blue-steel light beneath the sky, with people moving to and fro, everything running all about. And at nightfall, it all grew dark.'
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Tuesday, December 02, 2008

'This 'still' life is really all blindness.'
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'Yes, I've seen you twist backwards to straighten things up. The 'camera' never lies?'
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'Something so plainly vapid, boring and dumb; yet such a juxtaposition of things can sometimes be just as mysteriously alluring, without bounds and wordlessly evocative. Such is our world...'
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