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Archive for October, 2007

“Are real people fictions? We mostly understand ourselves through an endless series of stories told to ourselves by ourselves and others. The so-called facts of our individual worlds are highly coloured and arbitrary, facts that fit whatever fiction we have chosen to believe in. It is necessary to have a story, an alibi that gets [...]

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The Insect God O what has become of Millicent Frastley? Is there any hope that she’s still alive? Why haven’t they found her? It’s rather ghastly To think that the child was not yet five. The dear little thing was last seen playing Along by herself at the edge of the park; There was no [...]

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Okay, so I’ve been in this studio a total of 15 hours in the past 3 days and it isn’t even mine. But who doesn’t love to be in someone else’s studio, telling them how to sexify it? Together, Rick Wright (guy pointing at his photos) and I  have turned his work shed of a [...]

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The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This- all [...]

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Autumn Grasses In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass the autumn moon takes refuge The cricket’s song is gold Zeshin’s loneliness taught him this Who is coming? What will come to pass, and pass? Neither bruise nor sweetness nor cool air not-knowing knows the way And the moon? Who among us does not wander, [...]

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I stopped moving and saw motion the rustle of the leaf the blur If you live in Philly, come join me and Rick Wright at his open studio this weekend. Read more below! •••• Rick Wright Photography News •••• PHILADELPHIA OPEN STUDIO TOURS THIS WEEKEND! Artists are inviting anyone and everyone (not just moms) to [...]

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Where the Sidewalk Ends There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows [...]

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The Pumpkin Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run, And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold, With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold, Like that which o’er Nineveh’s prophet once grew, While he waited to know that [...]

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