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Painting | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. Such a fine-looking arc of just so many degrees. From origin to destination on the xy. So brief a comet and clean like a pistol shot. So clever in its articulation, so hot pink. 8220;Good” I think at the day’s work and place a red orange. To quarrel with the heat. And then a pale iridescent blue to mediate this contrived fight. With silvery authority and a sheriff’s star. A wet blanket to keep it all under control. As if that was even possible.
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Glass | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. One senses the glass more than anything else. Smooth and hard where phantoms cavort and crash. Fusing the bouncing light into images that exist only in the eye. The camera sees it though makes no sense of it. I see it of course and tweak it. Pinching the soft skin of fantasy into this or that. Embellish the lie with just a bit more. Or less here and there. Inside my mind’s eye the devils say look at that! And I do and I photograph it and. So I can tell you.
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A thought during morning Zazen | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. A thought during morning Zazen. A man walks out of the heat and into a bar. Orders a wedge of cheese and a beer. The bar man serves him a sliced tomato and. Two pieces of bread. He drinks the wine and transforms into a woman. With fanfare and surprise. She finishes the meal, pays and mounts a motorcycle. Gunning its engine into the snow. Eager to explore her new body. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Patience | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. Morning weather foreshadows fall. Bessie the longhair black yowls at the door. She eats more than usual these days despite her age. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two? She is putting on her winter fur and wants me to know. Wants her breakfast, chop chop! And I oblige and look at the big stack of wood across the yard. Having spent hours arranging, juniper and pinon. And anticipate the first fire of the year, incense mixing with the. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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6×6’s | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. 8220;I have painted these canvases as monks of former times illuminated their missals; they don’t owe anything to anything else than the collaboration of loneliness and silence, to a fervent, exclusive attention that borders on hypnosis.”. They are like eyes these six by sixes. Like witnesses and drills. Going to the heart. Alluding to illusion in any case. They are gunshots and when fired well. Are true, when not, just misfires. They are love and caresses.
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Winter walk | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. Ice needles the face dumb spreading a deep rose tattoo. I breath into my turtleneck. Walk the grim grimy avenue from midtown south, Village bound. Everything is frozen and it’s too cold for more snow. I stamp away the slicing wind. The light is diffuse and multicolored neon. Folding into a pastel infused gray smoke. Alive with storefront come-ons. Sounds, some muffled cozy lovers, felt and woolen fuzzies of comfort. Coming from everywhere at once. Sex or dr...
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. There was an ongoing darkness to her life because of family though she used it as source material. Billy’s husband and I assume the father of her children, was a long haired biker. He dealt in gold for a period when she was an undergrad and maybe still does. For awhile he left her for a teen-aged girl who evidently liked a geezer on a Harley. She eventually dumped him. Billy told me of it in passing. The last few years challenged her with some kind of disea...
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Rosie | joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff
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Joshua rose: musings, memories and other stuff. Rosie was a noisy cat, or rather a talkative one. She wasn’t content staying in the background if anyone was in the room. She wanted you to know her opinions whether you understood them or not. When it was time for me to watch the news or a movie on TV she took up her spot on my lap as if I was the custom made chair we’d ordered just for her. One thought on “ Rosie. Jo Ann Duck Teter. October 31, 2011 at 10:27 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. October 29, 2011.
