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“For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught—nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!” — Herman Melville (Moby-Dick or, The Whale) This print is by the […]

Paris We flew to Paris. Disembarking the airplane someone had thrown up the pasta all over the window. I had the chicken. We checked into our hotel and walked the streets which seemed to me the same streets repeating themselves like fractals. We saw a woman made of gold on the top of a building and […]

Qu’est-ce qui pourra sauver L’amour?

10.10.10 (10pm) I am thinking now (seeing my naked tree today) that my tree reminds me of a great outstretched hand attempting to grasp something—the sky, the sun, its own fallen leaves on the earth just outside of the reach of its branches— and it reminded me once again of the irony in the fact […]

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‘Alas, what are you after all my written and painted thoughts! It was not long ago that you were still so colorful, young, and malicious, full of thorns and secret spices–you made me sneeze and laugh–and now? You have already taken off your novelty, and some of you are ready, I fear, to become truths: […]