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A Robe of White Roses

The red window open upon her beauty,
Do I conceive love thus?
Crimes of tears at the blood-painted stones,
Olive trees, in a horrible old age, become younger.

And my weapons are the color of marble
Which, by the length of a whole world,
Overtakes the forgotten street
Where my steps do and undo regrets.

Round about I want myself faithful,
In the white bewilderment, dragging behind my fairies
And let the seasons come to me
To weep and die my bodies and my bodies undone.

-Jean-Pierre Duprey, from 4X1: Works by Tristan Tzara, Rainer Maria Rilke, Jean-Pierre Duprey, and Habib Tengour

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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 their studio spaces East of Broad Street this weekend,
Oct. 20 & 21.

That includes me! I have a decidedly
Halloween Theme in my studio and will be serving
Pumpkin Beer and other delights. Come for the beer,
stay for the art and conversation. Hours are 12-6PM.
If you have trouble getting in the front door, here is my
mobile phone… 267.984.9614. I hope you can make it!
ART and PHOTOGRAPHY at scaaaary low prices.

340 North 12th Street, Suite #329 (3rd Floor-follow signs)
Philadelphia, PA 19107

(Parking available in adjacent lot.)

(Door marked by spooky skeleton hand with flames.)

ALSO….

Opening for a GALA Celebration tonight at the
Church of the Holy Trinity at 19th from 5-8PM.
I have an oldie but a goodie in this Invitation Only
Show with select Philadelphia Artists. I am showing
Leucantha from the Sculpture Garden Series. The
Church is located at 1904 Walnut Street.

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Today’s submission is by the photographer and poet Rick Wright.

The Song

The song
wouldn’t come out
from under
the soul’s wall

Notes have lept over
some nights

But, it is held
fast
and down

And those notes I heard
brief words
those nights
writing life

Make me think it will.

-Rick Wright

And the why:

I love the poem for its sense of longing and optimism. That we might
see our loved ones become fully conscioius of their own power. The
child about to walk. We watch and root them on.

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She asked me
to walk by her side,
the velvet path
of sweet rosed lines.

-Rick Wright

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