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...perhaps it has become a kind of regurgitation...can i attribute the word 'art' to the mess i have left behind? i can find some comfort in fragmentation these days - it's all here before you - my life as a virtual collage of words. you'll find an aura of others here too...the poems and words of those who drift by... add your contribution here. |
| abstraction (using one thing as representative of many) has a function which is distinct from symbolism (giving outward things inner meaning). the image is freed of its old associations, a character is seperated from its mechanical trappings the better to sharpen our insight news: the lastest additions to the site are- as of 5th Feburary, 2002..the usual updates to what i'm reading/ listening/ watching. changes to 'literature', 'grace' and 'quotes' pages. your feedback is always appreciated. the morning is beautiful - the sky clear and dark, air completely still and strangely warm for a winter's dawn. the train moves towards the horizen's slow breaking light. the distance floats with hazy clouds, the hills a smudge of mist, pink and gentle. she walked to a rhythm - all that week there had been singing in her ears, summer songs or ardent skies and wild shade, and with his arrival the singing had become so loud she could have joined in with it - F.Scott Fitzgerald i asked him if he was in heaven. he said he had gone to visit the moon. ...it's better to look at the sky than live there. such an empty place; so vague. just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear... |
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| quotes 'a witty saying proves nothing' - voltaire music reviews, thoughts on music, snatches of lyrics jottings extracts from letters, received and written. not the personal stuff, but the surreal letters written at 2am by fevered and caffiene addicted friends literature poetry , passages from various books, random prose musings past 'current musings'. my random thoughts, basically list putting things in order for the hell of it elsewhere places to go, things to waste your time, resources for those of you who want them. grace self-promotion, and an attempted justification of the creation of the pink ego. |
| Descarte walks into a cafe and orders a latte. The woman asks him if he would like sugar. Descarte says 'I think not' and disappears. |
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