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The Sun Bathers - 3/08
2008-04-10 07:19:00
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The Battle
2008-04-09 08:55:00
my conscious wants the vegetarians to conquer the world (for once.)my subconscious only wants a bloody piece of raw meat;most of the time it's all reversed(...to be continued...)Philadelphia, PA - 2/08
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Surveillance - 2/08
2008-04-07 10:35:00
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The Greatest Poem Ever Transcribed
2008-04-05 08:59:00
"It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,...to rot in the earthis a loathsome end, but to roar up in flame---besides, I am used to it,I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life,no wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.We had great joy of my body. Scatter the ashes."~Robinson Jeffers
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The Passion 1/15/08
2008-04-04 12:01:00
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First Page
2008-04-04 04:02:00
In this momentalong the beheadedpath of timeso begins the bookof your lifewhose words youwill conjurewithout asking permission,andwithout ever learning the rules.You will make them upwhile turning these coiled,cocked,ruined pagesand transcribe into themthe infinite whitenessof the desperate night,and this morning'smourningthat tiptoes between thesecondsof you.~New York - 9/19/01
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The Valet - 2/08
2008-04-01 11:25:00
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Meet The Press
2008-03-31 10:30:00
To maintain theories of renovating the human race through systems...is about the same thing as to maintain that man grows milder with civilization. Logically, perhaps, this is so; yet he is so prone to Systems and abstract deductions that he is forever ready to mutilate the truth, to be blind to what he sees or deaf to what he hears, so long as he can succeed in vindicating his logic...civilization develops in man nothing but an added capacity to receive impressions-that is all. And the growth of that capacity increases his tendency to seek pleasure in spilling blood. You may have noticed that some of the most enthusiastic blood-letters are almost always the most "civilized" of people.~Nietzche"Western Civilization? Yes, I think that would be a good idea."~Ghandi"You have to be something of a butchering murderer to be a politician."~Henry Miller
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Golden Bars
2008-03-28 23:43:00
What were you always waiting for?All this "getting through..."What are you waiting for?All this so-called knowledgebefore you begin.One last book,one last sentence,one last word,one last film,one last theory,one last conversationthat will finally end all this,let it begin.One last piece that will finallyallow you to say goodbye,goodnight,I'm selling everything off,I'm burning everything down,going straight out of business,and it's about time.Maybe stand on you own,speak your own,hear your ownjust this once.And just when you believethere's nothing left,andit is finally time to beginthere is always one more...One more question,one more curiosity,one more mistake,one more experience,one more overgrown pathstretching before you.So you take the step,start chopping away,dive in,believing this is the lastand afterwardslife will begin, you always promise this.Los Angeles - 4/26/06
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The Dance - 1/08
2008-03-24 09:18:00
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Lady in Blue - 8/05
2008-03-19 11:31:00
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14:12
2008-03-17 07:54:00
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La Brea, Los Angeles - dawn
2008-03-14 10:27:00
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fragments for a song never sung
2008-03-12 22:00:00
up in flameswe're up in flamesno painwe're up in flames.lost the gameno one to blame numb the painour method by any means. up in flameswe always goup in flamesso take your picture have a ballit really doesn't matter at all,you and mewe just went up in flames11/06with no shame
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cinema=JLG=cinema
2008-03-10 11:23:00
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Bus Stop, Echo Park - 3/5/08
2008-03-08 02:43:00
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Let It Come Down
2008-03-06 09:45:00
"Do not fill your life with gaps, but fill your gaps with life."~Paul Bowles

Poets and Pornographers
2008-03-05 03:58:00
The poets and the pornographersmeet in the same placeevery nightafter the city has emptied out.Not the touristsnor the policecan tell the poets and pornographersapart.In fact,the poets and pornographerscan barely telleach other apart,let alone noticethe absurdityof the situationsthat has brought them to thisstateof comraderie.The pornographersprovide the cognac,the poets bringthe cigars;it's been like this for longer than eithercan remember.Anything that happensbetween the hoursof midnight and dawnhas noprecedentand is decided ona case by casebasis.The poets and the pornographerslaugh at each other's foibles, ticks, indiosynchrocies;they admire the same women and men;they mix freely,judge each other solelyon moral grounds,and enjoy the missinghollows of each;sometimes they evencrawl in.The poets and the pornographersoften pair up, make love,spend days, weeks, even yearsonlyto split apart and recombinewithout wisdom or madness;it is only the pornographersthat truly lament the passi...
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Morning Correspondance
2008-03-03 03:03:00
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Morning Correspondance, originally uploaded by levari. Morning Lee,Are you working away on that screenplay that has this Friday's deadline?I am happy to tell you I am feeling much better today...Two nights ago I had quite a horrible dream that today I have come to understand has everything to do with what I have been going through, may I tell you about it?In this dream, I am 4 months pregnant, and I am starting to have heavy contractions. I am in one of the country hospitals where I was shooting the births during my Vietnam trip a couple months ago. Anyway, in this hospital the nurses tell me that I am in labor. I am so confused and scared and am wondering how I could possibly have the baby at such an early stage, and I am terrified that once the baby comes out it is going to be too premature to live.Then ...

Evening
2008-03-02 03:02:00
"They grope before them like blind people and find each other as they would a door. Almost like children that dread the night, they press close into each other. And yet they are not afraid. There is nothing that might be against them: no yesterday, no tomorrow; for time is shattered. And they flower from its ruins..."They will give each other a hundred new names and take them all off again."~Rilke
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Atlantic City - 2/20/08
2008-02-27 23:35:00
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art 1
2008-02-25 08:47:00
everyone's watching everyone else.jealousy has eyes, especially at dawn(it gets so you can't notice anymore.)hunger's started living outside the stomach,but the townspeople won't say where. last night someone showed youhow the planets continue onin their repeating orbitsnot because of some subservienceto the so-called laws of gravity,but simply out of fear(just don't ask him how he knows this.)~Saltine Sea - 11/00

Las Vegas - 2/12/08
2008-02-22 00:43:00
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Ocean
2008-02-21 00:39:00
transition astradition,eternalreturn,togethernesssep aretenessalonenessbridge-less.forever uslessthan it isand has alwaysbeen,exceptfor your nowbecomingmine,then breakingwithout shattering,passing onwards,through:painless.nature, as it is called, has never been lessthan clear with us. ~Longport, New Jersey - 2/18/08
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Father and Son
2008-02-19 11:00:00
"All I want is to enter my house justified."~"Ride The High Country" as quoted by Mr. Peckinpah to his son Sam.
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The Concert Goer
2008-02-13 12:31:00
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Night
2008-02-12 13:33:00
"It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "bad night" is not always a bad thing."~Brian W. Aldiss
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To The Climbing Tree
2008-02-11 04:03:00
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } To The Climbing Tree , originally uploaded by levari. Your simple, sturdy branchesbetween scratched legs andbare feet once transformed a simple boy into a king,an emperor,a conquerorof jungles, oceans, deserts, mountains -so many that I believedyour powers were endless,and were mine.Just a boy, we are always being reminded.Just a boy, we are constantly being told.But you let me have it, for as long as I wanted,in whatever way I could imagine,as long as I stayed within your budding grasp.NowI have come back to this backyard,these woods, and I amso tired from living with the brutality of the decorated world, though I know it is my place, and I must return.You stand here dying, my old friend, on this February morning,in snow falling too soft and meaninglessto ever stick.You stand here dying, you son of a bitch,and...
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After The Performance - 1/22/08
2008-02-09 02:20:00
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Flower Pots
2008-02-07 07:55:00
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