... If rape or arson, poison, or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this drab canvas we accept as life—
It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
(Roy Campbell's translation)
"a mile or more in a foreign clime, to see farther inside of me" - syd barrett
But I sold my freedom
For free room and board,
Like a monkey in a zoo. - Daniel Johnston

Monday, July 23, 2007

clouded thought...


...Shadows they are, and shadows they were,
Shadows they would stay, whatever light they share
And, Though the light doesn't show much of space anywhere,
But for myriad little shadows, all the ground is for spare.

- words and pic by him...
(extract from 2004 canon)

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