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Irving Penn describes through pictures. I've been trying to articulate the way I feel about him but I really can't find the words. So in the spirit of his photographs, I'll let him speak:

The photograph above the children is how I feel today...

Brancusi, you whoo me.

There are three things I can say I genuinely love, without having been influenced in anyway by anyone to cause me to love these things. They are:

1.) horses

2.) words, and

3.) Constantin Brancusi

These are the resting places.

... and I was the sky supported by his Endless Columns.

These are my favorite. Though ranging anywhere from 8- 30 feet tall, when you stand at the base of these magnificent pillars you fall under the illusion that they are, as their name reveals, endless.

Absolutely breath-taking. Absolutely masterpieces.

You see into space.

With your child's eyes

You are more than you seem

You see into space

I see in your face

The places you've been

The things you have learned

They sit with you so beautifully

Universe, no need to hide away

You know I tell the truth

We are just the same

I can feel everything you do

Hear everything you say

Even when you're miles away

Cause I am me, the universe, and you

KT Tunstall fills my life with magic. On the 16 hour drive back to Franklin from Texas, I listened to the entirety of her Eye to the Telescope album multiple times and not a one song was bad. I learned from everything she wrote. I thought, "Oh, KT! you have such buddah-nature!" Christ-nature, really, but I think it's funny when people say that like Buddah was a god or something hahahahah! Anyway, KT Tunstall is eye opening... amen.

well my heart knows me better than i know myself
so i'm gonna let it do all the talking.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
i came across a place in the middle of nowhere
with a big black horse and a cherry tree.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

i fell in fear, upon my back
i said don't look back, just keep on walking.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
when the big black horse that looked this way,
said hey lady, will you marry me?
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

but i said no, no, no,no-no-no
i said no, no, you're not the one for me

If you try sometimes, you will feel great

Because I love to showcase artists and obsess over their work, this is an artist with down syndrome (BLASTED! I can't r'member hur name!) whose art is drawing blueprints for make believe houses.

<>^-^ < <3>

She has drawn thousands upon thousands of these, and you can view her art at the Scarritt Bennett Retreat Center's gift shop in Nashville where her masterpieces cover walls and ceilings. This is an essay she wrote for her collection:

"I want a big house with a lot of rooms. I want a room for Mabel, for Rick, for all my friends. I want a roommate. One day we will all live in a big house with all the people.

We will all get a new body. No pain, no hurting and we will be happy together and eat and dance in the way Jesus takes you up. We will go together.

Creed, he was my boyfriend. When he died I was very sad. I miss him. I feel he is here; I feel his prescence.

My body goes in the ground at night and then Jesus comes and I go to heaven. If you try somtimes, you will feel great."

haikool

I don't have pen and paper handy; I don't want to forget these.

Here's a haiku treat for tyewe this morning.

Across a rose fence--

a cat lover

a cat hater

-kazuo sato

in the deep fires

i saw the way

a peony crumbles

-shunson kato

the world of dew

is yes, a world of dew

and yet....

-Issa

the war--

yet

these little birds

-yves gerbal

jasmine

white,

just white,

opening to white space.

-Javier

birthcry!

the stars

are all in place

-Roseliep

lily:

out of water...

out of itself

-Virgilio

While in Vogue..

Shoot by Arthur Elgot, currently a fave!

I just love her & his outfits! Arthur Elgot's very elegance meet mod.

More to come in teh futuh.

YO, ARTHUR, I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU,AND IMMA LET YOU FINISH, BUT INEZ AND VINOODH HAD ONE OF THE SICKEST EDITORIALS OF ALL TIME!

OF ALL TIME!

hmm... okay!

I feel this way also when I see Bill in kaleidoscope. I think: Oh God! Oh! Jesus!

All done ^-^

Simon Evans

How the days behave

I don't quite understand it but I've been in a black and white phase for a few months now. My mind won't accept anything visible unless it's these two colors and I've completely redone my room to black and white. I like how each does not contain at all the other. Both are pure in their own and cannot house even a small dollop of the its counter part, or its tainted. Perhaps, right now I need these two colors because this is the physical representation of what I desire spiritually. I want things to be clear; I want things to be in black and white. I starve to know the dark from the light, and to know each in its pure form, not tainted. I think about it too hard.

Last night, Lauren and I went to an art crawl and to dinner. Everywhere we went, we were supposed to be there. It was very magical. We ended up having dinner at the Family Wash while a country singer with a tenor voice and his band played us some ole' country music. During carrot cake, I told Lauren, " Without thinking about it, I'm going to say a word and you respond whether it's dark or light. Despair from your understanding of those two words, just whatever comes to your mind first, say that. Friendship."

"Light. Actually, I wanted to say light but my first thought was dark."

"I think friendship is dark. Very dark. Love."

"Light."

"Light.. and dark. Africa."

"Huh?

"Light."

"I didn't understand what you said at first. I thought about it too long. Another one."

"Dishes."

"Dark."

"Dark."

We both burst into laughter. I don't know why but doing the dishes does seem very dark. Not gonna sugar-coat it.

This whole exercise got me thinking about what that means to be dark and to be light. I've searched myself soo much thinking that if I could touch the darkness in my self I could touch it in someone else, too. To help. I don't know if that's my place. And often I've been so consumed with looking for the dark, that I forgot to recognize the light. Goldberg once said something along the lines that when you see the good in others, you often forget that you can see it because you touched it in yourself first. That makes me feel warm deep in my belly because I think so highly of most everyone I meet.

Though spiritually frustrated, I'm glad I'm learning this in my life now and that everything in me and around me is obsessed with seeing the differences of black and white, light and dark. So in the future, I will be able to see the distinctions of the two quickly, at least I hope. I think this is very important for "thy children perish because of lack of knowledge."

Like nothing ever happened

I didn't know love couldn't break

down the walls of everything

Come singing home to daughters

of the blind blue eyes

I didn't know that it couldn't crumble

the walls of Auschwitz and Buchenwald

That our fathers couldn't burn down

the stink in a day

That World War II couldn't come home

to roost

That our fathers couldn't come out

the same men

in love with our red-lipped mothers

......

-Natalie Goldberg

I'm sick of wars.

Art Bomb

I would like to take this minute to point out how life imitates art, art imitates life, and the universe and everything have been telling the same story over and over for centuries.

This is an organism under a miscroscope.

The ceiling of the Ummayad Mosque in Damascus

Ancient star in the distant western sky

Woven basket

Astounding.