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BitterGrace Notes: The one that got away, sort of
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Thursday, July 17, 2014. The one that got away, sort of. So, here we have hard evidence that I don't always get the shot I want. The truth is that I almost never get the shot I want. I get shots I like. Here are a few famous quotes about photography that I've always liked. All of them seem to be contradicted in some degree by the photograph above:. In fact, every photograph is a fake from start to finish, a purely impersonal, unmanipulated photograph being practically impossible." Edward Steichen. My blo...
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BitterGrace Notes: MoonDance, Anya's Garden
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009. There are two things you should know about me before you read this review:. 1) I am a longtime fan of Anya’s Garden perfumes; and. 2) I’ve always loved white florals. Instead of outgrowing them, I'm finding them even more addictive as I age. There—now that I’ve declared my biases, let’s get on to the business of reviewing Anya's lovely paean to the tuberose, MoonDance. MoonDance opens with a rush of sweet, cool violets. They don’t last long, but why should they? Anya’s ot...
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BitterGrace Notes: "Listening with the whole body..."
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014. Listening with the whole body.". Listening with the whole body. And with every drop of blood. But this same silence is become speech. With the speed of darkness. Muriel Rukeyser, from "The Speed of Darkness". Egon Schiele, 1917. Wednesday, July 16, 2014. Labels: Gallery of Antique Smut. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TN, United States. My blogs will tell you everything you want to know, maybe more. If not, send me an email. I don't bite. Usually. View my complete profile.
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BitterGrace Notes: "I had love once..."
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Sunday, July 27, 2014. I had love once.". I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there. Its game, are playing now. In the bounds of white and heartless fields. Fall down on my head, love,. Drench my flesh in the streams. Of fine sprays. Like. So that I light up as. And I am showered by the scent. Of the finished line. From "A Poem for Painters". Sunday, July 27, 2014. Labels: Gallery of Antique Smut. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TN, United States. I don't bite. Usually. Mossylooming...
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BitterGrace Notes: March 2014
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Sunday, March 9, 2014. In the sunny Spring of March and April.". In the sunny Spring of March and April,. When water and grass are the same color,. I met a young man dallying along the road,. I'm sorry I didn't meet him earlier. In the sunny Spring of March and April. When water and grass are the same color,. I reach up and pick the flowers from the vines. Their perfume is like my lover's breath. Four, now five years, I have expected you. During this long wait my love. Has turned to sorrow. Anya's Garden...
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BitterGrace Notes: April 2015
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Friday, April 3, 2015. Three lovely notes he whistled.". Three lovely notes he whistled, too soft to be heard. If others sang; but others never sang. In the great beech-wood all that May and June. No one saw him: I alone could hear him. Though many listened. Was it but four years. He never came again. Oftenest when I heard him I was alone,. Nor could I ever make another hear. He called, seeming far-off—. As if a cock crowed past the edge of the world,. As if the bird or I were in a dream. What I had heard.
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BitterGrace Notes: April 2012
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Sunday, April 29, 2012. I said it to you for the clouds". I said it to you for the clouds. I said it to you for the tree of the sea. For each wave for the birds in the leaves. For the pebbles of sound. For the eye that becomes landscape or face. And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour. For all that night drank. For the network of roads. For the open window for a bare forehead. I said it to you for your thoughts for your words. Every caress every trust survives. Sunbathing in the Dunes. If she and I.
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BitterGrace Notes: "to kiss you with kisses of so great a number..."
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014. To kiss you with kisses of so great a number.". Poem 7 from The Carmina of Gaius Valerius Catullus. Translation by Leonard C. Smithers, 1894. Drawing by Mihály Zichy (1827–1906). Wednesday, July 23, 2014. Labels: Gallery of Antique Smut. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TN, United States. My blogs will tell you everything you want to know, maybe more. If not, send me an email. I don't bite. Usually. View my complete profile. Some of my articles, essays, and interviews. Olivie...
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BitterGrace Notes: "To be good..."
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014. To be good.". To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.". From The Critic as Artist. Paul Delvaux, 1946. Tuesday, July 01, 2014. Labels: Gallery of Antique Smut. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TN, United States. I don't bite. Usually. View my complete profile. Up on the Mountain. Notes f...
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BitterGrace Notes: On process, tribes, and good intentions
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014. On process, tribes, and good intentions. Talented writer friend Emily Choate. Who is also a Chapter 16 colleague. I'll be tagging some other friends shortly, and I'll add the links here when their posts are up. [UPDATE: Nashville writer Claire Gibson. Shares thoughts about her novel-in-progress here. What am I working on? The main project occupying me at the moment is a novel, one I've been working on sporadically for a long. I've begun a second novel, which calls to me whe...
