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Time Wars, TheIt was the winter we ate a fate of oatmeal to stay warm. We lived upon 17th and G streets; Kath called it the G spot At night in the bathtub I read The mustered Letters of Virginia Woolf, trying to hold the pages of 20th hundred prose from getting wet, reading the visitor lists for her dinner parties as she knocked without book after book between her shattering depressions. Sometimes I would convenient Richard at the Chinese place for dinner, and individual two three hours would vanish like our food We would stand outside the Great Wall, adjusting our scarves in a pastoral jiffy of urban separation, watching the cabs whiz by dint of in the dusk. The Viet Nam War remembrancer was just five blocks away; on Saturday you would always diocese a vet or two, in their windbreakers and baseball caps heads down, crying in the shrubs the little POW buttons and various insignia attached to their clothing like they were advertising something. We ourselves were fighting the Time Wars: we could have feeling it speeding up, rapidly escaping, like the hiss from a leaky balloon. We were trying to stopple it, to slow it down, to decelerate, but none of us was having plenteous success One day in February Kath brought in a certain number of roses and said "Here, the orb of day came 93 million miles to make these flowers that I killed for you" and I said, "Kathleen, my talents are not capacious enough to fitly exaggerate your virtues" and we the pair burst out laughing and time stopped right above our heads like a little r car. On June 14 1940 Virginia Woolf wrote in her journal, "Windy day. I am the hare, far ahead of my critics, the hounds" Something endearing about the mixture of weather report and vanity. Something lone-some about this image of success We ourselves aren't thinking about the coming time anymore. What we want is to calm time down, to procure time in a good mood to make time have feeling wanted. We just want to give time many homemade gifts, cover with fingerprints and kisses. TONY HOAGLAND'S newest volume of poems, What Narcissism Means to Me is forthcoming from Graywolf Pres in November. Copyright World poesy Incorporated Nov/Dec 2003 Fine art photographer P T mahometan announces the introduction and release of his of recent origin Limited Edition Portfolio. This of recent origin portfolio consists of 24 hand-colored black and white images in editions of ... Armies around the globe have always had to deal with the moot point of solid waste. Today, a large percentage of the Army s solid waste is packaging materials (such as cardboard, paper, and plastic)... The unravellings at Creo, and the eventual planned acquisition of that company through Kodak, preoccupied much of the graphic arts media for the past small in number months. While this was going upon another manufact... ARIZONA Scotsdale: Scotsdale Museum of Contemporary Art. Thin Skin: The Fickle Nature of blebs Spheres and Inflatable Structures, allowing Aug. 15. Tempe: ASU Art Museum, Nelso... The poor live upon low ground waiting for the river to rise individual night and sweep them on the outside to sea. I've seen small cradles floating by the agency of the wrecks of houses, chairs, and a great ra... Ah, that Noah's exultation lasted only for a time presse itself upon the heart and mind. When they called him foolish, he went upon building. But then among the suffocate in watered like soaking marionettes... Certain parts of your material substance don't you just want to wound them off, they're so disgusting? Don't you wish you could plane away your ass, your thighs, half your nose, ... WASHINGTON, D.C.--A of recent origin initiative to help employers better understand and fitting their responsibilities to protect workers below the nation's labor laws and regulations has been announced. The fresh... Sudan gained its independence from Egypt and the UK in 1956 The common government, led by Bashir, came to power in 1989 after overthrowing a transitional coalition regulation A new con... |
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