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December 2010
2 posts
She knew a thousand songs. Her bread was tender and her jelly was tart, and on rainy days she made cookies and applesauce. In the summer she kept roses in a vase on the piano, huge, pungent roses, and when the blooms ripened and the petals fell, she put them in a tall Chinese jar, with cloves and thyme and sticks of cinnamon. Her children slept on starched sheets under layers of quilts, and in the...
November 2010
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July 2010
2 posts
“This is water.”
“This is water.”
June 2010
3 posts
May 2010
21 posts
the first to the front lines of life they are the...
we can sleep a little longer, it’s alright.
one week from tomorrow
DONE DONE DONE.
My spirituality … has been with me since I was a child. I know that in the...
– Anselm Kiefer
(via History of Our World)
Why, after all the great artists, do people ever try to do anything again? Only...
– Francis Bacon, in an interview with David Sylvester
April 2010
14 posts
Go without ‘til the need seeps in