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February 8, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Leon Williams ~ We come in peace

Leon Williams ~ We come in peace
Leon Williams ~ We come in peace
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February 8, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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{tumblr} Aldo Pacheco ~ Johann Sebastian Mastropiero

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Originally published on February 17, 2014, on Tumblr.

The Naming Of Cats
by T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey–
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter–
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover–
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

My Head Is My Only House Unless It Rains by Captain Beefheart

I’ll let a train be my feet
If it’s too far to walk to you
If a train don’t go there I’ll get a jet or a bus
Because I’m going to find you
You’re going to see me shadow soon around you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
I walk the meadow plains
Water deserts are my eyes until I find you
I won’t sleep until I find you
I won’t eat until I find you
My heart won’t beat until
I wrap my arms around you
My arms are just two things in the way
Until I can wrap them around you
You can make my sad song happy
Make a bad world good
I can feel you out there moving
You’re mine, I know I’ll find you
And my head is my only house until I’ve found you
I hate to have other people hear me sing this song
If this reaches you before I do
Follow it to “I love you”
That’s where I’ll find you
And my head is my only house until I find you

(Note from Feb. 7. 2016) I always thought this was a sweet love song. Tonight, over forty years from the first time I heard it, I am realizing it’s a really weird stalker song and the girl has clearly taken off for parts unknown. No forwarding address. Man …

UNLESS … he is singing to a girl he hasn’t met yet, one he can only dream about … I much prefer that interpretation!

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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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T. Wendell Peek ~ Still Life With Wing

T. Wendell Peek ~ Still Life With Wing
T. Wendell Peek ~ Still Life With Wing
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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Bobbi McMurry ~ Untitled

Bobbi McMurry ~ Untitled
Bobbi McMurry ~ Untitled
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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Andrea Koerner ~ Whiteout

Andrea Koerner ~ Whiteout
Andrea Koerner ~ Whiteout
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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Andrea Koerner ~ The Visitor

Andrea Koerner ~ The Visitor
Andrea Koerner ~ The Visitor
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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Damian De Souza ~ Man with an Earring

Damian De Souza ~ Man with an Earring
Damian De Souza ~ Man with an Earring
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February 7, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Barbara duBois ~ “We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.” Andre Berthiaume

Barbara duBois ~ "We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin."  Andre Berthiaume
Barbara duBois ~ “We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.” Andre Berthiaume
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February 6, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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{sunday pic} Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 1003

Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 1003
Gianluca Ricoveri ~ Landscape 1003

Wish I was small
In sunny days
A summer light breeze
Could lead me further

Someone would call
From beyond the maze
Of winter freeze
And draw me to her

Eyes that are gray
Can’t see behind the stains
Of blurring stars
And bleeding sun

I wish I could stay
Or silence the rain
The solid bars
Of all that’s left undone

All that’s left undone
All that’s left undone
All that’s left undone
All that’s left undone

Nights in the snow
When all you know
Is a velvet breath
And you all you long for

Light is a stain
A ball without a chain
The sweetest death
Might make you stronger

Gaze becomes eyes
To crystal rollerdice
The trembling ground
What have you done?

I wish I could wake
As the walls start to quake
From the impossible sound
Of air that leaves the sun

A summer breeze begun
A summer breeze begun
A air that leaves the breathing sun

Happy Sunday.

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February 6, 2016
by Knox Bronson
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Annie Helmsworth ~ Tow Truck (old car series)

Annie Helmsworth ~ Tow Truck (old car series)
Annie Helmsworth ~ Tow Truck (old car series)
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