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| The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
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Altar'd
Altar'd
There's an entirely gratuitous picture of part of my ever-evolving altar. The bear is a piece by one of my favorite artists, San, who traded it to me for a piece of my own. The feathers are a selection from those that I pick up on my walks, as I consider feathers to be blessings. They are stuck in a small clay book that I made and called "Book About The Inherent Dishonesty Of Books." The quote reads: "Nothing of course begins at the time you think it did. --Lillian Hellman" The poem at the back is by Franz Wright. I cut it out of a New Yorker magazine a few years ago. It reads: Year One |
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