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Posted: 8/19/2007 7:27:48 PM | | ^^^sorry AF...I still want to live in Paris for a while. Thanks for your always spectacular painting...it's now hanging in the Louvre. Sounds like you all had a wonderful time. Spiritually and poetically fulfilling!!! Really wish I could have been there!!! | |
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Posted: 8/19/2007 7:29:30 PM | | Sigh I could have wished you all there and did many times. If you wish to put it up in paris please do it was a starry starry night. | |
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Posted: 8/19/2007 9:50:21 PM | Ummm, I’ve had a couple of private emails asking if I wrote Wheat Field with Crows because that is the actual title of one of his paintings and the poem was signed Vincent.
Everything in between the title and the signature was mine.
I was just writing about his life in the first person. Next time I decide to be a bio-triloquist, I’ll try to make that more clear. Sorry everyone. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 3:04:33 AM | kinda makes you wonder if Paris Hilton can speak french...eh? lol
crows were lined up on the wire yesterday
staring at the interstate
their local dinner plate
roadkill or a tossed mcdonalds bag
enough to make a buzzard gag
.....yawn...breakfast anyone?
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Posted: 8/20/2007 8:00:27 AM | | Mornin Dawg...eggs over easy, bacon, whole grain toast. Thanks! | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 8:12:36 AM | | You are making me hungry now!! I will take the same please. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 7:49:14 PM | | coffee au lait and croissant for me please. It's Paris after all. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 10:00:14 PM | She dances in hallways..where ghosts only smile
life is like more of pain....
yet she dances and tries
The innoence left her long ago.....
her face; it is painted...
with that smile.........
She often thinks as it as a curse.......
for why in her life; this life could be worse?
Then gently reminded by angels within........
It could and it can....she has not enough sinned!
Ocassional hope...takes away her pain.........
Yet her life leaves her in darkness , just the same!
Sin is not the conclusion of life......
she sits and she ponders....of others strife
The outcome is different for every soul
be we weak , be we strong.....we have yet to know!
Life is not something we can put into words...
It happens ; we suffer....we are without words
Something inside...or another soul.......
always brings us back...........
this is his goal.
Subside...and reside......
rewind.......and just be!
For the meaning and beacon..........
we have all . yet to see!
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Posted: 8/20/2007 10:27:04 PM | | Autumn, Ravin and Jules...perhaps a morning cafe au breve? Bd promises to steam the half and half just right. LOL. | |
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Posted: 8/20/2007 10:27:38 PM | The Coathanger
Who but a devoted mother
and the sainted lesbians of the street
could love these dwarfed die-cast
miniatures of the Arc de Triomphe
A drunken Montmartre circus imposter
swilling the night in the brothels
below the hoiseted skirt of Moulin Rouge
La Goulue’s kicking feet, I prostitute
my father’s thousand year in-bred legacy
and paint the life that I cannot be
Bohemian character of can-can not
I drink to the cane, and record
theatrical lust, the human seed of
red-headed nymphs touching
aromatic elbows and knees
Aristede, write my resting song
more tenderly than A Grenelle
Oscar, raise a glass and bid adieu
to this rutting human disease
A stroke of genius
“Vieux con” papa
Toulouse | |
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| Paris
Posted: 8/20/2007 11:21:04 PM | If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris
as a young man, then wherever you go for the
rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a
moveable feast.
Hemingway
I would be certain, this would equally apply
to a young lady. | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 8:59:03 AM | L........
a thousand years ago, I used to flee to MOMA and there, on the cement floor, do my homework under Guernica, or, if feeling a bit pretentious, sketch or strike a pose which would, I so very hoped, mask my adolescent gawkiness....... or drift over the the small side room where Monet's water lilies canvas undulated softly, singing psalms of beauty only my eyes could hear, my soul on fire 'neath all that water....... | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 9:14:11 AM | Ah...C
Thank you. If museum walls could talk! Loved your memory!!! | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 6:53:48 PM | | Where are my manners!!! AC, thanks...I was thinking of posting that quote here at some point! | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 6:57:49 PM | | well, hello gorgeous! | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 7:00:26 PM | LMAO...you talkin to the mirror again Brizo!!! They'll take you away if you keep doing that.  | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 7:41:53 PM |    My goodness...this lovely lady....is looking like Heather Locklear...only better! Certainly more talented...thats for the sure!
Hugs...girleeeeeeee....
Maya Angelou....."still I Rise"
lovely lovely poem!
Thanks....
You are so full of so many treasures!
Your words send such heart...and soul pleasures!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 8/21/2007 10:21:20 PM | | I don't think so on the HL...but Maya Angelou is great! I have a lot of respect for her in many ways. Thanks Jules! | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 10:23:43 PM | | Sophia why have you kept that lovely picture from us? It must be all that time you have been spending in Paris *grin* | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 10:26:02 PM | | AF...I just took it today with my cell phone LOL. The other one is a year old now and it was time for a refresh. LOL. That could be Paris in the background though! | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 10:53:06 PM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BELIEVE.....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Had I not tried....
shall I forever be out?
Conditioned....and toned....
yet my words...
not the route......
Just hold em...and keep em...
I am bad at all this......
for my words and my heart....
of sharing........
resist~
Life ia story...
I try to share mine....
yet sometimes my words...
come out nickel and dime.
If I ever thought the same....
maybe only once....
I did say....
save yur..words
save yur thoughts....'
I love em better ..........
my waY~ sorry...A......
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Posted: 8/21/2007 11:30:58 PM | | I look at this new picture and can only think of the mystics, whirling dervishes, in rapture....and the moment of feeling the wings of you lifting me up | |
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Posted: 8/21/2007 11:41:37 PM | softness lies across her face
and pours out to greet us
in rivers of hyacinths
in rivers of songs
in rivers of sparks
who cannot contain
her fire. | |
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| Paris
Posted: 8/22/2007 11:35:58 AM | Two for One
I awoke and there we were
still side by side
at 2:41 am your time,
at 5:41 am mine
It was dawn for me
it was part of your
dreams for you
and now, right now
i smile at us still
together at 2:41 pm
and even though
writing this wrenches
us apart it really
doesn't because
it really is all about
two for one | |
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Posted: 8/22/2007 11:42:34 AM | | L knows me, but you may not, i am so f'd up all the time with time, my computer runs 10 minutes ahead of regular time, like all my other clocks.... the ten minutes is my cushion to anticipate the f'ing up and atone for the errors of my ways.... my computer said 2:41....10 minutes ago, but my reality is rarely what your reality is anyway.... again, L will understand.... | |
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