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T H E N E X T: August 2010
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Monday, August 16, 2010. I was taking down the show from the Summer Mix exhibition through LACMA's photo arts council and saw some incredible framing.after inquiring further, here are 2 sources that do amazing work:. In Culver City, near National and Venice). Los Angeles CA 90034. Contact Pete or Jack. Be sure to contact them before going there to make sure they will be there. Custom-made and painted frames. Large facility; capable of mounting in-house and all types of modern presentations). Is a co-oper...
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.: Children of Darfur
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Photo © 2008. By the side of the road,. The living children hide. And dream they hear. From the empty place inside. They cry, Oh, tell me. Is it you I'm waiting for? And, our silent eyes. The children of Darfur. The hut built by their father's hand,. It smells of cinder now. And the trucks that bring the angry men,. They are rumbling just below. They cry, Oh, Tell me,. Is it you I'm waiting for? And our silent mouths are silvering. The children of Darfur. Posted by Pont des Arts Ensemble. Le Pont des Arts.
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.: Circle
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And when our cheeks were red as poppies. We blessed the night. You wed me in the ocean. And I wore midnight. We knew the sky. Each leaf did fall. I have been awake since early light to walk. And smell the dampness drying from the stones. Jon's got the coffee hot. My hair is drippin. I'm so grateful for his chatter. Today you're going on the road. Here was the bright field of our gathering,. And the shrill of the silence is the sound of our chorus,. Prayers we repeat in the gethsemane of our hearts.
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.: Pink
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If my certainty is causing you to doubt,. I can take it off for you. If my purpose separates me. From your thought,. I can take it off for you. I can take it off for you. And stand beneath the rising. All pink and new,. And melt into the water surrounding you. Have covered you in veils. I will take them off for you. When regrets make your voice a little frail,. I will take them off for you. I will take them off for you. And gaze upon the children. Posted by Pont des Arts Ensemble. Song lyrics and poetry.
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.: Each Body Beautiful
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It is sky in your eyes I see. It is life in your lungs, breathe freely. You are the one. You are the one. I should have known I would outgrow. A fascination with empty. Always ready to be unloosed from satin and the white bodice of clouds. Each body beautiful, its river, its sinuous logic, its deliberate destination. Awake, asleep, awake, asleep, awake, asleep. Moving in three directions,. Towards the sun, away from exhausted deities, away from death. There I am before death and here after:.
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Gina Frangello | Gina Frangello: The TNB Self-Interview | The Nervous Breakdown
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Gina Frangello: The TNB. June 13, 2010. So what’s with the nipple on the cover of. Are you trying to embarrass people on the train? You’re at least the fifth person to mention public transportation in relationship to my cover. When I first showed the cover photograph which was taken by my dear friend Susan Aurinko. I’ve heard a rumor that your mother-in-law stopped speaking to you after reading your first novel. Who’s stopped speaking to you since. But she also obsessively re-read the book every time her...
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Fammerée: May 2010
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An Anthology of Poetry and Related Prose. This finely ribbed, tense, trembling bridge. My beard will quiver passing. Ankles and my heart flare chests. Of poppies on an island* where. Two orphans as one hero once. Carried water dreams among twisted. Vegetables in baskets woven from children of clouds by children. Of wide footed fathers. As my marrow body dissipates, my soul flows larger. I have an idea, an inspiration, Float me to Paris! To the Pont des Arts where this all began*. To walk again across.