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Paula's House of Toast: 10/01/2014 - 11/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Wednesday, October 15, 2014. Ms Anthropy Goes To Rock Meadow. Wednesday, October 15, 2014. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ms Anthropy Goes To Rock Meadow. Darrell Katz - Home. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

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Paula's House of Toast: 01/01/2014 - 02/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Sunday, January 26, 2014. All Through The Night. My Lithuanian grandmother, or so I was told, used to malaprop the lullaby -. And piece o' candy. All through the night. What sweetens these long, cold, winter nights? What peace attends us as we sleep? Surveys the scene of the crime, taking in everything, the least nuance - and the reader, his semblable. His overseer, falls asleep -. It's all one big crime scene. The murder weapon was most certainly the ketc...

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Paula's House of Toast: 10/01/2013 - 11/01/2013

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Sunday, October 13, 2013. In the middle of Rock Meadow there is an overgrown foundation, home to a motley collection of weeds, including myself. Everyone and everything is welcome there; sentience does not bestow any particular privilege. The meadow overlooks both misanthropy and anthropomorphizing. It likely harbors its own misanthropic tendencies, and who could blame it? But for every new thing, there are hundreds of the dying and dead -. It is also a le...

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Paula's House of Toast: 08/01/2014 - 09/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Saturday, August 30, 2014. August, seasick with revelation,. Sloshes the slime green pilings, its. Thundering, enlightening, nauseating by turns. Styrofoam bobs in the dun foam. Remembering the beverage once offered and enjoyed,. Knocking three, four, even five times. On ears long dispirited. The heat of anguish. Is ultimately unsustainable and. The empty hammock sags between. And the mass grave. Saturday, August 30, 2014. Saturday, August 23, 2014. Is not...

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Paula's House of Toast: 04/01/2015 - 05/01/2015

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Monday, April 13, 2015. By Way Of Explanation. There is a reason for my recent radio silence that's known to only a few of my internet friends. On 2/14 I had a sudden cerebellar bleed: the AVM discovered at the time of my chronic subdurals last summer (and irradiated 12/2015 for 3-4 year cure} burst and. I had a subarachnoid and intracerebellar bleed. But for now its dizziness, imbalance, a mild right intention tremor of. More, later, I suspect. Darrell Ka...

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Paula's House of Toast: 02/01/2014 - 03/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Sunday, February 23, 2014. The lure of abandoned places: asylums, vacant lots, winter fields. Places surrendered to time and the elements. Places relinquished as too far gone. Given over, given up, relinquished, surrendered: these are the XXX theme parks of the post-apocalypse, anathema to children and most adults. The price of admission is, well, everything you have. Group rates? What about the trees of life with their twelve fruits and healing leaves?

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Paula's House of Toast: 12/01/2014 - 01/01/2015

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Sunday, December 21, 2014. Or is it simply the sound of ice, shattering? The aerial roots of poison ivy strain the air. Ears also strain the air, often mistaking their own tintinnabulations for far off bells. Thorns make for a perilous harvest. Tinselations, tessalations, tessaracts - the cold captures the downward trajectory of tears. As the the world burns, stamping, screaming, killing, trying to keep itself warm. Tunnels of leaf,. Fingers of oak,. Rust ...

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Paula's House of Toast: 11/01/2014 - 12/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Saturday, November 22, 2014. Saturday, November 22, 2014. Saturday, November 08, 2014. On sidewalks where both moon- and lamp- light fail. There is no Icarus and no altitude. Beyond a dwindling five foot four. Instead, rag, bone, blood, crime scene -. Oh, fuck it - who reads the poetry of fall, anyway,. Gravity, tar, toehold, doorway, empty. Nips) and all eyes snap. On Bus 70 - hell,. She's been invisible anyway, and now, glasses broken,. Or to remind them.

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Paula's House of Toast: 04/01/2014 - 05/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Sunday, April 20, 2014. A Wholly Holey Holy. As one would expect, I'm down with the grim stuff. Ankylosed bolts, dead weeds, the depredations of the powers and principalities and their enablers: bring it on, I say. Let's linger with the Lamentations a little longer, and sing a few more choruses of those grim psalms. On a day like this, we thought. A day just like this. And then the harrowing descent. ...

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Paula's House of Toast: 05/01/2014 - 06/01/2014

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Paula's House of Toast. Like a hole in the head. Sunday, May 18, 2014. I take pictures of weeds. We - myself and my subject - are marginal, negligible, even despised. We are all about the humus. Troops of do-gooders give up their Sundays to pull us up by the roots and throw us onto the compost heap. More than a few times such a botanically correct citizen of field and forest has interrupted me as I stooped to photograph an outlaw - knotweed, honeysuckle, rosa multiflora, mustard. Photography, usually, is...