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The White Cafe: The Longest Night of the Year
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Wednesday, December 21, 2011. The Longest Night of the Year. Celebrating the Winter Solstice is part of an ancient tradition, a profound acknowledgement of nature's cycles and the importance of the return of the light. The evening, as before, was filled with poetry, music and quiet drama. The darkened hallways were lined with LCD tea-light candles in paper bags punctured by delicate star formations, creating a quiet tone. You darkness from which I come,.
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The White Cafe: Hypnos
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Sunday, February 05, 2012. Deep of golden sand. From the sad errors. Of sky and hand. Of animals in their golden coats. From the celestial view. Of the waterfront bar. All my lives came true. My fierce love for you will always prosper. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an artist, writer and poet. View my complete profile. Artist Martha Miller (see above portrait). Lines and Colors Blog. Peter Kripgans Web Page. There was an error in this gadget.
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The White Cafe: July 2010
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Thursday, July 01, 2010. The Garden Chronicle Continues. The Bayside Community Garden continues to flourish in perfect summer garden weather: bright sun followed by bursts of occasional rain. This photo of my garden bed shows Foxglove (left - flowering), catnip (front), bee balm (right), mint (in the colored containers) and towering Feverfew. A drawing of the Foxglove blossoms. A sketch of Bee Balm. A bouquet of Feverfew. My neighbor Susan's herb garden.
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The White Cafe: The Ghost Bridge Series
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Friday, December 30, 2011. The Ghost Bridge Series. The Ghost Bridge waits hazy and immersed. At the edge of thought. Sharp rim of travel. Soft bone of jaw. Limned by nerve and muscle. Black skeleton dressed in richest brine. Of salt and gasoline. Washed in mixes of blue lilac orange rose. The cool burn of moon. Dizzying spine leading to the descent. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an artist, writer and poet. View my complete profile.
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The White Cafe: January 2012
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Saturday, January 28, 2012. Parking Lot Bouquet, Summer, 2010. 8220;The problem with our self-image is that we don’t see it for what it really is: a useful fiction. The idea that our self-image is something permanent and substantial is so basic to us that we would probably never even think to question it.”. 8220;That one bubble we watched will never appear again.”. 8220;World peace happens when no one fires guns at anyone anymore.”. 8220;That’s th...
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The White Cafe: January 2011
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Sunday, January 02, 2011. Cold cold sliver of light. Your harvests have ruined us with delight. Then brought us to this gold drought. Now again the season of lights. Strives to quench the inky chills. Sharpened by memories of slate and moss. Dusted by lace and delicate frost. Whole thimblefulls of color. Quickly in the night sky. Pieces of our white bodies appear. Glittering from an unspoken past. The sun's gyre deepening from cosmos to bone,.
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The White Cafe: February 2010
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Sunday, February 28, 2010. Graywolf likes to curl up in the closet or on the bed at my feet. And he vanishes sometimes, when he senses I need some real alone time. But he always comes back. He goes when I need him to, and he comes back when I need him to. It’s quite the perfect arrangement. You think I’m lying. But it is the truth. At the Rivertown Theater Company. Perhaps you saw it? How could I not tell him about Graywolf? It would be a challenge to h...
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The White Cafe: White Iris
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Art and poetry; philosophy; observations; delights. Sunday, May 27, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an artist, writer and poet. View my complete profile. Artist Martha Miller (see above portrait). Lines and Colors Blog. Peter Kripgans Web Page. There was an error in this gadget. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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parameterspace: February 2006
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Thursday, February 09, 2006. Question: what is a creature comfort? Not quite a multiple choice, but rather a few thoughts on the question. 1) is it something that provides a comfort akin to that which a mere creature would feel? A bodily or physical pleasure? 2) is it a comfort for the creature inside us, soothing something within, so that we are a creature, but not in a derogatory way, but rather a recognition of a basic fact? 3) is the comfort a creature itself? Can it move on its own?
