the poet and the slut

29 04 2017

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the poet and the slutI hate both words. I’ve met neither. They are iconic figures rather than human beings.

by David Halliday

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on a train from nowhere

29 04 2017

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on a train from nowheretrains are stories in human form

by David Halliday

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pudding up my feets

29 04 2017




my sweet lord

29 04 2017

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My sweet LordGod is an interesting concept. Many times he is the puppet of powerful humans. Other times he is the bogey man. And for Kierkegaard he is the unknown, that feeling of something at the fingertips of our perceptions.

by David Halliday

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Théodore Rousseau (1812-1867)

28 04 2017

There is way to much misfortune in this artist’s life.

Rousseau then suffered a series of misfortunes. His wife, who had been a source of constant anxiety for years, became almost hopelessly insane; his aged father became dependent on him for pecuniary assistance; his patrons were few. Moreoever, while he was temporarily absent with his invalid wife, a youth living in his home (a friend of his family) committed suicide in his Barbizon cottage; when he visited the Alps in 1863, making sketches of Mont Blanc, he became dangerously ill with inflammation of the lungs; and when he returned to Barbizon he suffered from insomnia and became gradually weakened.





my uncle Cecille

28 04 2017

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my uncle cecillehe used to disappear for weeks at a time.

by David Halliday

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Warren Chang

28 04 2017

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Paintings with stories. Depth and warmth. You can see both his commercial influences and the land itself. It just looks like California.

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