“Lickety split, hurry up, don’t slow down now, boy,” the man said. They trudged up the side of the mountain and down the other side, not on a trail, just out there moving in between the pines and scrub brush in the accumulating snow, rifles jostling on their backs...
Since this was one of her dreams, and people like to attach themselves to their dreams, she drank tea with him, painted while he looked out at the hills and told her things like, "Look at the curves, doesn't it buzz like sunshine."
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Specialist Martin Coyle gripped the steering shaft with one hand and sat on the other. He liked to feel the back of his leg through his praxoline flight pants. He held his hand there, smashed between leg and seat, and growled at the oncoming day, wretchedly full of tasks and requirements, interactions and reports and subordinate behavior. He didn’t...
A boat carrying dissension, encountered fearful gales. “Hindsight is just kindling lamented man; not only pointless, quintessentially really senseless” Then unknowingly volunteering, Williams’s xeric young zebra acquiesced, being cast down erroneously. Future gallant heroics; immolation justly knelled.”
Later, Monday night...
I was a scrawny, 92 lb. bodyguard for Clive Barker in a DC bookstore, a week after he had been attacked by a zealous fan with a straight razor. A few years later, Irish writers started making their mark and taking their tolls...
She dreamt of vacuuming and she spoke the words out loud saying, “I am exhausted from cleaning the carpet.” And, “I think the house is crumbling; there is always dust on the floor.” But the people laughed and so she laughed because, let’s be honest, it was a ludicrous idea...
Jackson Pollock: “I am nature.”
Hans Hoffman: “Ah, but if you work by heart, you will repeat
yourself.”
March 12, 2009, feels real and solid and sober in my hand like a gun in those first microseconds of recoil. Not the day itself, but "March 12, 2009" the episode of the The Daily Show, with Jon Stewart.
Can you imagine if you were someone else? I used to think about that a lot, that it could be just as natural to be gazing down at a completely different big toe—I mean, the toe I'd be seeing would seem normal to me, because that toe and not this one, the one I'm looking at right now, would have been the only big toe I'd have ever known as my own. As though it weren't too...
In 2011 I was invited to be the U.S. Representative at the 50th anniversary of the Forma Viva Sculpture Symposium in Slovenia. I was one of three sculptors there, the other two were Graziano Pompili from and Italy and Jose Villa from Cuba...
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