Tag: Graphite
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere, and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learning to enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will…
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Quantum-verse
Quantum-verse What is reality,shadow photons or the seen?Shades of multiverse. Quantum thought is strange.Speaks of dimensionality shifts –freaks-out common sense. So, what is our life,simple or complex So fundamental,so complex we can’t understand,energy only? –LE – an old one from the early 2010’s
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Anne – Part 12 – Full-time College
Full-time at Hiram College I started going to Hiram on the weekends prior to being sent to Chicago. Eaton was paying my tuition as long as I passed my courses. Of course, after they fired me, that stopped. So, I took my unemployment and what savings I had and started going to school at Hiram…
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Some Older Paintings and Drawings
I didn’t get serious about art, that is painting and drawing until after I retired, January 1, 2010. I had dabbled with it a little over the years with help from Mom when I was very young, then a bit in high school. But I didn’t produce anything exceptional and was pretty much discouraged by…
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Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued
Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued We moved into South Lorian, which was only a few miles from where we had lived on East River Road. Dad rented the right-hand half of a side-by-side duplex on 31st., three blocks from the main entrance to U.S. Steel’s National Tube Division (It was USS/Kobe the…
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2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued
2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued While living next to the farm, much to my chagrin, I was inadvertently educated in the inhumanity of my spiecies toward others. I witnessed a pig being slaughtered, hung up, gutted, and drained in the entrace to the farmer’s large tool shed. It was a gruesome experience…
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Crush on a Greek Goddess
I’m writing a memoir/family history for my children and gandchildren. It’s reviving many old memories. The following is one. I had always meant to pay tribute to her. But time and memories slip away along with good intentions. Thanks to writing this memoir, I was finally able to write this tribute. Antoinette my half-hour violin…
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Philosophy – My Truth 1 of 2
My Truth Opinion, since human nature prevents anyone being a qualified arbiter of ‘truth’ Introduction The idea of ‘personal truth’ started occurring to me in my 13th or 14th year; I was in junior high. While others (not all certainly, but many) of my age were preoccupied with sports, primping, hyper-masculinity or femininity (not that…
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The Inlaid Box
The Inlaid Box with its hiddenhinges and locksaged ebonyand burnt umbersatin lacqueredbamboo inlaysoozing hempishfumes the kind onlyknown for sureto the boxthat sits deep inshadows a remotebookshelf waitingto be sampledvindicated –LE
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Art and War Drive Technology
Reading the poetry and prose and viewing the art and photography published here in various blogs have put me in a strange mood today; got me thinking about the tech that allows us to express ourselves so lucidly, so graphically. That and the constant barrage of gaslighting propaganda and just plain ‘hot air’ from local…
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