Thursday, August 18, 2011
Day 352
3:16 pm; 12:22 am
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a lone bulb dangling; Artists live
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challenge…
mouth opens from ceiling
of bedroom closet
throat extends from there to
front of house
seven years yet have never dared
creep into the belly
aren’t attics for dress forms,
webs and White people?
besides there might be a ghost
hanging on the lone pull chain
.
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memory…
Dad liked going up there to dream
of future expansion
Said to be careful for there is only
one light for me to find
He could stand straight up
in the middle
He always felt most comfortable
in that position
He still pokes his head through the
cracks from time to time
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tkk
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Artists (at our best)
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Artists live the life imagined
before they knew it was called
work or challenge
before it was labeled as fantasy
or impossible
before it was deemed novel or
even original
…
to be continued…:)
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tkk
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