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February 24, 2015 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. February 24, 2015. February 24, 2015. Some Things The World Gave. Times in the morning early. When it rained and the long gray. Buildings came forward from darkness. Offering their windows for light. Evenings out there on the plains. When sunset donated farms. That yearned so far to the west that the world. Centered there and bowed down. A teacher at a country school. Walking home past a great marsh. Where ducks came gliding in —. And then the forest below.
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April 2015 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. April 28, 2015. April 28, 2015. Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale. Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires. With the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way. For the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review. My first national piece….
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She leapt… – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. March 17, 2015. World at her feet-. Silhouette pushing against a lapis sky. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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Franz Marc’s Blue Horses – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. May 6, 2015. May 6, 2015. Franz Marc’s Blue Horses. I step into the painting of the four blue horses. I am not even surprised that I can do this. One of the horses walks toward me. His blue nose noses me lightly. I put my arm. Over his blue mane, not holding on, just. He allows me my pleasure. Franz Marc died a young man, shrapnel in his brain. I would rather die than try to explain to the blue horses. They would either faint in horror, or simply. Follow &l...
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September 2014 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. September 9, 2014. September 9, 2014. Your homecoming will be my homecoming-. My selves go with you,only i remain;. A shadow phantom effigy or seeming. An almost someone always who’s noone). A noone who,till their and your returning,. Spends the forever of his loneliness. Dreaming their eyes have opened to your mourning. Feeling their stars have risen through your skies:. So,in how merciful love’s own name,linger. No more than selfless i can quite endure.
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February 2015 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. February 26, 2015. Winter Chestnuts and Other Literary Comforts. I loved this piece today. A bit of transcendence on a gray day. A 1926 novel by Sylvia Townsend Warner set at the turn of the 20th century. The story reminds me a lot of the pastoral 19th century novels I’ve been reading: country life radically contrasted with the city, the smallness of family dramas, the quiet resistance of women in their domestic spheres. February 24, 2015. February 24, 2015.
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March 2015 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. March 17, 2015. World at her feet-. Silhouette pushing against a lapis sky. Film Factor: A Spotlight on Analog Photography Discover. My first national piece…. Jill's Today I Saw. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Life: The Proper Binge. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. Follow “Life: The Proper Binge”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Join 35 other followers. Build a website with WordPress.com.
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Back on the hook – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. February 18, 2015. February 18, 2015. Back on the hook. I used to be better at this gratitude thing. When I started this blog, it was about having a place to celebrate small, quirky victories the often ethereal stuff that makes a life rich, vibrant. I reread little pieces from years back pieces about photography, adobo peppers, tack hammers, socks, Mr. Rogers Why did I stop? So, today I give myself permission to gush gratitude for a few things. Notify me of...
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Life: The Proper Binge – Page 2 – Binging on Life. Being Grateful. Remembering to laugh.
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. August 13, 2015. Time for some light…. There is Gold Light in Certain Paintings. There is a gold light in certain old paintings. That represents a diffusion of sunlight. It is like happiness, when we are happy. It comes from everywhere and from nowhere at once, this light,. And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross. Share in its charity equally with the cross. Orpheus hesitated beside the black river. We think he sang then, but the song is lost.
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May 2015 – Life: The Proper Binge
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Life: The Proper Binge. Life: The Proper Binge. May 6, 2015. May 6, 2015. Franz Marc’s Blue Horses. I step into the painting of the four blue horses. I am not even surprised that I can do this. One of the horses walks toward me. His blue nose noses me lightly. I put my arm. Over his blue mane, not holding on, just. He allows me my pleasure. Franz Marc died a young man, shrapnel in his brain. I would rather die than try to explain to the blue horses. They would either faint in horror, or simply.