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Flowers of Sulfur: Moon Bath
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Thursday, January 13, 2011. Posted by Charles Farrell Collage. Hieromancer dances and strange plants wave though the night is windless, their petals obscene mouths in the umbrage and underbrush. Kenneth Anger, like some dark, thin-limbed Elmer Fudd, chases around the holy circle with a camera, while Rabbit pounces. Neat photo, and the labels bring it to terrifying ceramic life. Thankx for it -. January 13, 2011 at 8:33 AM. January 15, 2011 at 6:40 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When She was Young.
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Flowers of Sulfur
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Saturday, December 11, 2010. Morriseau and Kandinsky dancing. Neat and beautiful; thanks for sharing it. Theres more going on in the painting than I feel competent to address - suffice to say, I like looking at it and it sticks in my head. Thanks again -. December 11, 2010 at 9:01 AM. Yeah theres always more than what meets the eye. Glad you like it. December 12, 2010 at 4:10 AM. Jeremy Blomberg (Sean Weathers). Nice painting, it gives me a feeling of both life and death. December 13, 2010 at 8:17 AM.
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Flowers of Sulfur: Witness to Some Wishes Unearned
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Friday, December 17, 2010. Witness to Some Wishes Unearned. Dilly did come through the door, looking pretty and composed. She was telling the nurse something about somewhere she'd never been. It all sounded perfectly plausible. The nurse clearly recognized which was the life of the party. Anne hated parties. The nurse wouldn't hate parties she realized. And surely, like so many people, the nurse could not imagine disliking Dilly. We could eat popcorn, you know," said Dilly. "You love popcorn.". You need ...
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Flowers of Sulfur: Another Poem to read along
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Monday, December 13, 2010. Another Poem to read along. I woke up this morning and had this poem in my head, so i wrote it and finished it; i haven't had a day write in a long time.it felt nice. I know, you’re still here. Helping people see what is hard for us to grasp,. Like babies reaching for a mobile. Swaying above fragile, confused heads,. You give us hope in unattainable pieces—. It has always been easy to believe in faith,. But to have faith in understanding requires work. This subject is a lovely ...
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Flowers of Sulfur: When She was Young
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. When She was Young. When She was Young. Thanks, jb (jb? Glad to catch another one of these. Electrical, and weird. When all is said and done (and posted), Id love to look at all the last few of yours side by side, on a bigger screen or (better yet) on a wall. January 29, 2011 at 1:09 PM. Yeah still waiting onthe big show. If it happens, it will be posted in sequence. January 30, 2011 at 5:27 AM. February 5, 2011 at 10:35 PM. Thanks I apperciate your words! When She was Young.
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Flowers of Sulfur: But Will Jefferson [Jalopy] Be Playing Tonight?
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011. But Will Jefferson [Jalopy] Be Playing Tonight? Memory it can't be bought'n,. It can't be won, the carnivals for free. It took me years, to get those souvenirs. And I don't know how they slipped away from me." -John Prine. Only the chafing of the back of my hand, as it reaches into my wallet and the odd strain on my right rotator cuff allows my mind to say, "yes, it's 12345678910." Oh well. you get the picture; my memory is terrible. Of course, you might have seen those peopl...
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Flowers of Sulfur: inside out
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Thursday, January 6, 2011. In the land of inside out. I felt awash in gentle rhythms. Like a rinse cycle. Danced a thousand tangos with toucans. I so wanted to understand their laws. Of gravity and traffic. I kidnapped a cop. Made him drive in circles. While I tossed apples at taxi cabs. The drivers cursed me in Dutch. Gave me money 'til I was rich as a cat. And ate spider plants for water. I'll never own a fur coat. So fine as my cat coat. In the land of inside out. January 6, 2011 at 5:35 PM. Where Our...
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Flowers of Sulfur: Ashes To Ashes
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Friday, December 17, 2010. Maybe when a kids screaming, they're just the only one allowed to speak their mind.". Born of a mind. To take down the world. As long as my dogs in the fight. I wiped every tear. And patched every hole in sight. I didn't need. a flag or a name. Art in my eyes. The long nights of living. In places where knowledge. Put me straight in the arms of. Souls just as hungry for dreams. And wouldn't you know. That the love and the wine. That knew how to climb. Your mama and me. You prett...
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Flowers of Sulfur: Encounter Down From Morton And Lime
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Sunday, December 12, 2010. Encounter Down From Morton And Lime. I leave my door every single day. With my small cloth satchel underarm. Sometimes to the Church, to confess or pray. Sometimes to the dance hall to be charmed. Wither my memory of sadness and pain. Banish my concern for my own harm. Passing by the church, I beg today. Can you see me to a young man's arms? As the light in the sky, still so early fades. You'd not be too surprised if you could see. The figure of a woman, walking just your way.
