Monthly Archives: August 2019

Our Time

The stolid institutions Surrounding her The walls of a maze Skewing together And apart Lines and rectangles Shifting like the Hands of a clock Our time

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Debris

Time had suffered a profound disturbance, and I could feel all sorts of dark debris from the far past shifting and beginning to move up towards the surface. — Iris Murdoch

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Bacchante

Jean-Baptiste Greuze (1725–1805) The Wallace Collection

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The Colors and Conventional Forms

I always see once more the room where I came to break with you the bread of our desires, I always see once more your undressed pallor which unites in the morning with the disappearing stars. I know I am … Continue reading

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Done

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Yeats

  If beauty is not a gateway out of the net we were taken in at our birth, it will not long be beauty, and we will find it better to sit at home by the fire and fatten a … Continue reading

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The Endangerment Finding

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Young Romance, April-May, 1966.

    An Original, True-To-Life “I Remember” Story, As Told To Nilda Storm.

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Promo

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Love & Death

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