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On Visiting A Bonfire-Site
A Ruined Chapel in the California Desert Beyond the typical “I Was Here” announcements and the profanity left by PHUX; also disregarding the unfortunate pictures of women with no features beyond vulgar lips and distorted breasts, is there anything deeper here — anything of significance? There is no public history — nothing in newspapers […]
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Concerning My Belated Visit to the Hermitage
While serving at a remote Air Force station in Alaska, I discovered Art History. We lived in dense forest inhabited by wolves among other wild beasts. Our base was in effect an isolated town with three paved streets. One two-story dormitory sat in the middle of everything, housing one hundred-fifty enlisted men; a day […]
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Homage to Edward Hopper
I had driven a thousand miles west stopping just once to sleep. On the high plains of Kansas I ran into sleet and bitter winds. For reasons unknown, I am without luck in these situations; again and again forced into remote towns under heavy weather, where travelers confront poor choices among accommodations. That night — […]
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Experiencing Ordinary Art
“We do not have to travel to the ends of the earth nor return many millennia in time to find peoples for whom everything that intensifies the sense of immediate living is an object of intense admiration. Bodily scarification, waving feathers, gaudy robes, shining ornaments of gold and silver, of emerald and jade, formed the […]
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Ghosts #1 — Great-Great Uncle Frank Ezra
He does not seem like a Frank, Or an Ezra. He looks like me, At his age. Setting aside aspects of his nose — and the mutton-chops, Together we make two poles of a doppelganger pair. Photograph from the 19th Century — image creator(s) unknown.