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Rated Feb 12 2008 • 0 reviews • humor, photography, poetry, exercise • flickr.com
Rated Feb 12 2008 • 1 review • music, video • youtube.com
Stewart's best song off his best album backed by the Faces...
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Spent some time feelin inferior
Standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
But I came out looking just the same
Daddy said, son, you better see the world
I wouldnt blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing dont lose your head
To a woman thatll spend your bread
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you felt you didnt fit in
French police wouldnt give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the left bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
When all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on
Down in rome I wasnt getting enough
Of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
At a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
for the vatican dont give no sanction
I wasnt ready for that, no no
I moved right out east yeah!
On the peking ferry I was feeling merry
Sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
By the light of an eastern moon
Shangai lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just aint natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her
I firmly believe that I didnt need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be
The women Ive known I wouldnt let tie my shoe
They wouldnt give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
To help you on the way down the road
I couldnt quote you no dickens, shelley or keats
cause its all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didnt have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story dont it
Rated Feb 11 2008 • 1 review • painting, engraving, intaglio, school of paris • spaightwoodgalleries.com

Baigneuse. Original hand-colored etching, c. 1930. Signed in the plate. Una Johnson suggests that this etching was commissioned by Vollard for a porfolio of original etchings by Dufy, Matisse, Rouault and others. It was never editioned, and only a limited number impressions were printed. See Una Johnson's Museum of Modern Art exhibition catalogue, Ambroise Vollard Editeur. Image size: 222x312mm.
Lines Indited With All The Depravity Of Poverty
One way to be very happy is to be very rich
For then you can buy orchids by the quire and bacon by the flitch.
And yet at the same time People don't mind if you only tip them a dime,
Because it's very funny
But somehow if you're rich enough you can get away with spending
water like money
While if you're not rich you can spend in one evening your salary for
the year
And everybody will just stand around and jeer.
If you are rich you don't have to think twice about buying a judge or a
horse,
Or a lower instead of an upper, or a new suit, or a divorce,
And you never have to say When,
And you can sleep every morning until nine or ten,
All of which
Explains why I should like very, very much to be very, very rich.
--Ogden Nash
Rated Feb 11 2008 • 0 reviews • dancing, folk music, music, video, texas • youtube.com
Rated Feb 11 2008 • 1 review • photography, mexico • flickr.com

Oaxaca's night of nights, Night of the Radishes (Noche de Rabanos)
Flanders
Flanders, the name of a place, a country of people,
Spells itself with letters, is written in books.
"Where is Flanders?" was asked one time,
Flanders known only to those who lived there
And milked cows and made cheese and spoke the home language.
"Where is Flanders?" was asked.
And the slang adepts shot the reply: Search me.
A few thousand people milking cows, raising radishes,
On a land of salt grass and dunes, sand-swept with a sea-breath on it:
This was Flanders, the unknown, the quiet,
The place where cows hunted lush cuds of green on lowlands,
And the raw-boned plowmen took horses with long shanks
Out in the dawn to the sea-breath.
Flanders sat slow-spoken amid slow-swung windmills,
Slow-circling windmill arms turning north or west,
Turning to talk to the swaggering winds, the childish winds,
So Flanders sat with the heart of a kitchen girl
Washing wooden bowls in the winter sun by a window.
--Carl Sandburg
Rated Feb 11 2008 • 2 reviews • archaeology, birds, photography, shaman, ornithology • flickr.com

Story Of Isaac
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
--Leonard Cohen
Rated Feb 10 2008 • 1 review • politics, bush, war, news, cartoon • nytimes.com
Always cracks me up that these epistles originate at 'Camp Liberty' and not in a funny way....

G.I. Tells of Ordering Unarmed Iraqi's Death
By SOLOMON MOORE
Published: February 9, 2008
CAMP LIBERTY, Iraq... A top Army sniper testified Friday in a military court that he had ordered a subordinate to kill an unarmed Iraqi man who wandered into their hiding position near Iskandariya, then planted an AK-47 rifle near the body to support his false report about the shooting."
Rated Feb 09 2008 • 1 review • poetry, beat poetry • poemhunter.com

I Know A Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
Robert Creeley "
Rated Feb 09 2008 • 0 reviews • photography, photoshop, woe, kings, doggerel • flickr.com
Rated Feb 08 2008 • 1 review • music • goodvibrato.org

Kronos Quartet: Kevin Volans - String Quartet No. 1 ("White Man Sleeps") - Fourth Dance (composed 1982, recorded 1989), from the Kronos Quartet: 25 Years LP (Nonesuch, 1998)
Personal Letter No. 3
nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
--Sonia Sanchez
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