
Toward that end, I wanna know:
Was Jean-Michel Basquiat a fan of Willem de Kooning?
Are/were Jeff Koons and Jim Dine buds?
Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warn that he not busy being bornIs busy dying~~~~Disillusioned words like bullets barkAs human gods aim for their markMade everything from toy guns that sparkTo flesh-colored Christs that glow in the darkIt's easy to see without looking too farThat not much is really sacred~ Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
The rest of the lyrics to this deeply brill poem/tune can be read here.
To do nothing is the way to be nothing.~ Nathaniel Hawthorne


Reality – it’s an ever shifting target.
Silence does not always mark wisdom.~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And then there’s the tweet-happy Whiner In Chief.
“I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.~ Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Never miss a good chance to shut up.
~ Will Rogers
I wanna get outside with my camera – wander new places and photograph them. Two problems with this desire:
- While this has been a warm-ish winter here inNew England, it’s still bloody cold out there.
- I’m too weak and unsteady on my pins to hike in the Blue Hills or roam around the city. YES, I could take my walker (for city wandering) but that’s SUCH a pain and doesn’t address the whole weak business.
The Spring Equinox is in one skinny month – it begins at 11:50 PM on March 19th, to be all precise and shit. This means that, in the next few weeks, I’ll see lovely lavender crocus popping up. Yea!
Signs of hope. Heralds of better days to come.
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