Art
March 15, 2015

The Night Journey

Nothing escaping the great distance of stars. The great closeness of each other when we bend to help each other.

Swimming the road

I think it as endless as a white-haired old man, an old woman going greener with the mowing and the grass. By which I mean everything absolute and blendered. Nothing escaping the swirl of experience. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists has declined consider whereas in ¬†earlier days […]

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Song of Myself

This post doesn’t have a featured image but still looks good to earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. The Shadow of the Valley In the last decades interest in hunger artists […]

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