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Artist's CommentsMy entry for *moyanII's visual poetry contest where she has asked for submissions of haijins' journals, notes - something to show their handwritten haiku work. You see one of my working poetry journals which is open to some of the haiku that I wrote for the spring haikuthon in March 2008 [link] . The setting - a cafe within an establishment where many a writer, including myself, takes refuge to collect their thoughts & inspirations while having a cup of coffee or tea. This is my favorite table when I come here. The haiku that are seen on the open pages of the journal: snow melts- bones of winter grin from the grass scalloped leaves- a caterpillar's overbite dream catchers at dawn's first light- cocoon remnants morning dew- ladybug reflections sun bonnets in vogue- a bee attends high tea curbside run-off graceful silhouette the flight of a crane wasp nest in my mailbox- unpaid bills daybreak- empty and unbroken a lone snail shell bathroom window moonlight voyeur freshly washed hair drying in the spring air- I think of him |
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
You have interesting hand writing
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
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Alucard: I had one man tell me he was a writer.
Integra: And what did you do?
A: I killed him quickly.
I: I'm sure the art community thanked you.
A: I like to consider myself a scathing critic. Non of my subjects survive my reviews.
i remember the little notepad you gifted me last year. it was kept it in my treasure box of pretty stationery and i don't know when will i ever bear to start using it.
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~secret study~
~silent studio~
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Holy slag, it's a fraggin JET! Get in the car---HOLY PRIMUS!!
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"Not too far away is this burden of mine."
I have to print anything I want myself or others to read.
(Thank heavens for word processors.)
You on the other hand do beautiful work.
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People are Important - Goals much less
When we stop learning we have begun to die - Shamelessly Purloined
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Ethics? That's the place north of London init?
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