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Grand Grey Lynx
Bon jour, Comment? Recently asked what my favorite period of visual art was, I had to stop short and address the subject through a broader, more general appeal. For me the best stuff happened in America between the end of WWII and the middle of the 1960′s…give or take half a decade. But not only [...]
The King of May
Happy Monday! How about another old-school poem to set the ol’ steps in the right direction… The Straits of Magellan (by Joe Nolan) strange and true and green and huge and waiting beneath seven miles of ocean. reflecting blades of daybreak grass, breaking toward the break of day and breaking into the space of the [...]
May Day (In hope of Spring)
Gracias, muchachos. Another vintage verse vrooms from the vault. May Day (by Joe Nolan) The White Hand marks the countenance of the mind soldier. Digital rifle shoulders grim determination. Calls of EVACUATION! mark the midnight’s jaundiced malaise. Propagandography in the coding of the symbol. The bug chaser licks a leg razor and swallows his sallow [...]
From a Makeshift Bed
Bon soir mes amis. This is a poem I was reminded of today. Check out more poems here. From a Makeshift Bed (by Joe Nolan) The Ghost haunts my Autumn mind on the morning after All Hallows’ Eve. New-born thoughts marked with the symbols of their own demise. A graveyard in the groin. A murder [...]
