Raised, especially above the ground:
First of all it is not a discreet writer, but about the reality of numbers.
I will always drink Wednesday to sleep with you.
Myth of a rabbit –
Look, there, beauty and fame seems to be in the news.
We are attached wines of society, the amount of wealth we are seeking.
We only have to pretend.
“From a fool, we crazy crazy”
– The existence of convenient lucky characters,… for many people raise towers.
True secrets of Love & Romance:
Boy Girl – LOVES
formerly Boy Meets GIRL.
So it’s True – I’m going too,
something about this.
art can cure romance –
Boy ! true secrets of Love –
handle this with care….
Images using following source, cover of Boy Loves Girl # 25 – Link, were created with glitch art process in combination of one of my loose collage scans.
DIRECT GAZE ( THE LOOK )
A demand is made through direct gaze when a figure gazes directly out of the media text at the viewer, demanding a response. It involves a character-model making eye contact with the viewer, and establishing a personal connection in the viewer’s mind. – Advertisement Appeals
I went down to the St. James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there
She’s laid out on a cold white table
So, so cold, so white, so fair.
St. James Infirmary
But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
performs the classic tune “ Blues singer Lil Green Why Don’t You Do Right?” in this recording dating from April 23, 1941. From the original 78rpm disk ( Archive.org ).
I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down
From long french windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
Philip Larkin, 1922–1985