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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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Crazy Horse
2008-02-05 10:52:00
"He would have preferred, I imagine, simply to avoid them and go on living a traditional Sioux life, raiding, hunting dreaming; but the option of avoidance was not available to him for very long. The whites were too many, and they weren't satisfied with the Holy Road. They weren't satisfied with any one place or one road; they wanted everything. So he fought: on the Bozeman, on the Powder River, on the Yellowstone, in the Black Hills, on the Tongue and the Rosebud, at the Little Big Horn...He didn't win the war. What is hard to judge is how long he really expected to, if he ever expected to. Despite much urging, and unlike Red Cloud, Spotted Tail and Sitting Bull, he never went east, never saw the whites in their seats of power; had he done so, he might have drawn the same conclusion they drew. But he went his own way, travelled his own road, until it dead-ended at Fort Robinson in September of 1877. Looked back on from the perspective of one hundred and twenty years, Craz...
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Oliveira Street - Los Angeles - 11/07
2008-02-03 14:24:00
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bedside reading
2008-02-02 15:25:00
"You see, in this world there is one tragic thing: everyone has his reasons."-Jean Renoir
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Kitai (Protection)
2008-01-30 01:08:00
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Boy
2008-01-25 00:27:00
If you look closelyyou can see him disappearing(few ever do forbeauty doesseem to havethat effect.)He does not mind, though,not like he thought he would.He does not mind,it does not hurt his prideto be the center of attentionin this way.He does not mind,he has watched othersand studied well...-some with grace-some without-some he loved-some he pretended to love (for reasons he still cannot quite understand)-some he did not even tryWith all this experiencehe did not mind,and pretended to disappearwith nothing morethan his own signature.He did not mind,it was easyeven without a working pen.He did not mind,he would not returnthis much he knewwas right now.No promise,no seed planted,Just his body,Just his eyes,and the impermananet edgesof them seperating himout.Just his positionat the center of the universe,that small and meaningless stage,with his happiness and hatred, finally.But every once in a whilehe does have an urgehe cannot explain:He wants to tell them all.He knows he should, c...

Buddy - Los Angeles, 1/18/08
2008-01-23 00:18:00
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Birthday Letters
2008-01-18 00:40:00
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The Realist Manifesto
2008-01-16 12:15:00
"Language was invented to hide one's thoughts."-Talleyrand
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You
2008-01-14 09:47:00
I'm in the clutches of the livingeven if it will never bequite right.So let the daylight have its formalityas long as you become my mythtonight.9/21/07

figure - Winter, 06
2008-01-11 05:10:00
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To The Notebooks (17 Years)
2008-01-04 09:34:00
meaningless history, clouded photography,attempts at nobility, natural instinct for idiocy,tossed off drawings,the blade of reality,studied lies, fumbling towards honesty,infinite pretense, the sometimes redeeming gift of creativity,endless violence, bottomless delicacy,the hole,the ecstasy,noble cowardice, stupid bravery,infallible fallibility,all the enemies,friends,loves,family, and the only proof of this residencyI've tried to record,(for some reason I still can't understand,)ever so faithfully.Los Angeles 3/1/07
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#1
2008-01-02 09:50:00
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Psychoanalysis Of The Plant - 12/05
2007-12-24 07:28:00
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unexpected poem
2007-12-22 10:14:00
(for some of us)"There arenofrivolous momentsthistime of year."-Judd Trichter
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Famous Gambler, 2007
2007-12-21 09:27:00
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Famous Gambler, 1937
2007-12-20 22:43:00
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Profile - 3/07
2007-12-20 09:31:00
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Metamorphoses
2007-12-18 10:28:00
...My soul would sing of metamorphoses,But since, o gods, you were the source of thesebodies becoming other bodies, breatheyour breath into my book of changes.-Ovid
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Staring At The World Through His Rear View
2007-12-17 07:23:00
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