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redemption shoes: April 2010
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Everything around us, dead or alive, in the eyes of a crazy photographer mysteriously takes on many variations, so that a seemingly dead object comes to life through light… - Josef Sudek, on lyricism. Monday, April 5, 2010. The last time I had a fever I was reading. That night I lay beside my seven-year old in the tent and read to her the poetic mysteries of sedimentation from. By Jacquetta Hawkes, a book loaned to me recently by a friend. Charlotte Joko Beck uses a similar analogy when referring to medi...
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luz: October 2005
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Light that had neither the impatience of fire, nor the snap of electricity, nor the fluttering sway of a candle. It was light that was nature's grace, unhurried, the slowest, seeping effulgence." Sarah Hall, "The Electric Michelangelo". Monday, October 31, 2005. A smile is layered across the horizon. In response to the promised day; a confection. Of goodness atop the earths crust. The heat of day moves in circular strokes. Leavening the surface in preparation. For the moment; each ring a step;. The philo...
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The Musings of a Thinker: Whatever Happened To Chivalry
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The Musings of a Thinker. A personal blog in which I write most of the things going on in my head. As well as interesting things that I see and do! Friday, August 21, 2009. Whatever Happened To Chivalry. I'm a real stickler for a bit of chivalry in men, I mean - how hard is it to open a door, or just stand back and wait? I'm all for equal opportunities and what not, but a little tiny bit of common decency never went amiss. What is the world coming to? Pfft - men are terrible! September 01, 2009 3:35 pm.
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The Musings of a Thinker: Three is a magic number
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The Musings of a Thinker. A personal blog in which I write most of the things going on in my head. As well as interesting things that I see and do! Monday, January 26, 2009. Three is a magic number. So, seeing as I've had the worst writer's block in the world - for the past however many years - I thought I'd do something like this instead. Where I can post a new blog and slowly get back into the creative-ness! Three jobs I have had in my life: Waitress, Pasty Packer, Head Runner. At the cinema, In Bed,.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, September 26, 2008. Looking down above the city,. Bustling proles and hoi polloi,. Faded collars hot and gritty. Stands the super paperboy. Never was some stupid yokel,. No, the man who says what is;. Cosmopolitan, yet local. Wasn't he the big news whiz? Not some product of the play-schools. Of more ordinary men,. Topped his class at A-grade J-schools. Saved the world with mighty pen! Fantasized of fame and prizes,. Wrote his novel on the side;. One too many compromises. View my complete profile.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, August 24, 2007. Night sky, West Virginia 2007 Rick Lee. There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio:. Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.". Life's compass rose has four points true,. Four questions that distill. The breath that animates our lives,. The breeze that sails our will. What sacred oil illuminates. The darkness here below? What blessed unguent balms our wounds. And rise to face the day,.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. I marveled at the birds' design,. At feathers dull or bright;. And wondered at their soaring grace,. The tips and wheels of flight. Then walking one fine day a bold. Idea came to me:. I made a sparrow with my hands. And then I set it free. My small creation fled with joy. Away upon its skies. But now that made with such great care. So now I watch and wonder yet. Just how it came to be:. I made a sparrow with my hands. And then I set it free. Posted by Jeffrey Hull, 2:21 PM.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Thursday, May 21, 2009. Misty morning, West Virginia 2009 Rick Lee. When the diamond points shine coldest,. Midnight's staircase all bestrewn,. Let thy beating heart be boldest. Neath the levitating moon:. Cast thy bread upon the waters,. Sow thy seed on fertile ground—. Shun all shaky-handed potters,. Bleary captains run aground;. Tarry long by those that love thee,. Guzzle deep the wine of Life;. Peer beyond the stars above thee. Past the tears and toil and strife. Mossy dreams worn smooth by years:.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Wednesday, November 21, 2012. I’m just your stage door Johnny,. Another decked out swell;. My clothes are flash, I'm scrawny:. I'm just a burned out shell. Show me that nuance, baby,. Give me that winsome smile;. Blow me a kiss and maybe. I'll hang around a while. You know my camera loves you,. The f-stop of my eye. Records what fortune shoves you;. This Nikon cannot lie. Here comes that Broadway feeling. I've had so many times;. My cheap burlesque reheeling. Old jokes and pantomimes. Our time is history.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, February 01, 2008. Northern mockingbird. Wikipedia Commons. A cheery song I lately heard. That floated from a fence whereon. In rebel gray, a friend averred. That I should rise to greet the dawn. That poked its head above the verge. And splashed the clouds with hopeful red. Where moon and sunlight daily merge—. But I in sickness stayed abed. Some intuition gently stirred,. I bid the curtains open drawn;. I know now what the mockingbird. Will lilt aloft when I am gone. View my complete profile.
