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"Art into Nature ~ The Landscape Projects of Beverly Pepper Beverly Pepper is internationally renowned As an abstract sculptor; nevertheless, Her work has always been informed by the forms And forces of the natural world. Her outdoor environmental projects Are not an assault on nature But a collaboration with the landscape. Their originality lies in her unique capacity To unify the three-dimensionality And conceptual content of contemporary sculpture With the environmental potential of landscape architecture." ~ Barbara Rose http://www.artsystem.it/en/pepper/crit_e.htm ~ * ~ Blog, I’ll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog! But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home! I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a’ booty. http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo
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"I understand, fundamentally, Christianity, An obsession For you, And I have a lot of compassion For you." ~ cp "Well, yes, A Crosse I bear." ~ Trembling Twittering "… O! And a dog gives one bark after a lark ~ !" ~ Folly "Hark ~ !" ~ Twittering "… call Rupert! Bring Drake cakes, Too!" ~ Zoe "O, do ~ For, don’t you know ~ The Ilk Of Too adores smores and Drake Cakes, too." ~ Folly "Me, Too!" ~ Twittering "… He’ll pace allright but then look carefully at how, reaching the edge, he turns around… … that quick step revolving on the one hind leg, bringing the other down just as the swivel ends, then giving over all the weight to one front paw, onto each pad distinctly it would seem, then onto number four and he’s around headed the other way again." ~ Jorie Graham, From "The Sense of an Ending,"
"Erosion" ~ * canal spread beauty ~ ! A bite to eat, A late ~ night supper, after The Undertaker Delivers us home … A voyage through The World of Matter …
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~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ * Lupus in fabula ~ The wolf in the tale, Speak of the wolf, & he will come. ~ * Lux et veritas ~ Light and Truth ~ ! ~ * ~ ~ ~ Yes ~ A Morning Wood Roadside Semi ~ OTIC * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It’s a Star * ~ * ~
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Fertile crescent, marshmallow, melted Pillsbury, cinnamon sprinkled … Smores, or felt Christmas tree skirt, pretty sparkles, glitter, too, Evergreen scent, Heaven sent, Peppermint, You mean exactly what ~ ? Why, I think I thought I bought glitter aplenty, Elmer’s glew, Too. Moo. Canonized, or profane Christmas carols ~ ? Or Noel spelled Backwards …" ~ Twittering "Eroica Symphony, An almond, too, with pistachio." ~ Folly "Nuthatch ~ !" ~ Fobby "Voila ~ !
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"Lo here the Primar Secret of this Arte, Contemne it not but understand it right, Who faileth to attaine this formost part, Shall never know Artes force nor Natures might. Nor yet have power of One and One so mixt, To make by One fixt, One unfixid fixt." ~ D.D. W. Bedman
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"The procession of charade of race of recreation ~ fountain of mountain of starry walk ~ maximum cave of tavern of escape ~ be delirious the device of professor of cave ~ mark maintenance with the chalk magic that tragedy ~ trick castle of vassal turn ~ place the mouse ~ !" ~ Black Chalk
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"Twittering, her name, Engraved on a rock." ~ Raven Noir
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"No answer came. I cried louder, O, alas … Before All the world’s stage cracked, shattered, splintered As Nothing Wood keep me sane safe Or cohere me Here same again. Cracked safe, not Unlocked. Tock Tick Backward clock Battered rock." ~ Twittering "Heck, yeah ~ !" ~ Folly "Myself saved I ~ Hickory Tick Tock, If mad, Hickory Dickory Dock O madder I went, I got. My mind I lost, Tock’s Tick. Tocks talked. Ticks taught. Angels Cared for me, saved coherency, transparency, My parent, kept me alive. O, alas, I survived." ~ Twittering
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"To and fro, The mouse blanc paced, seeking Leonardo, Here and there, to and fro, for Leonardo Petite cur blanc, off on high romance." ~ Black Stone
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"If mad I was, Hickory Dickory Tick Tock Dock O madder I got. My mind lost, unlocked, Tock’s Tick Rocked me hither and dither, all in a tither, tether Broke, snapped, cord unraveled, Rooks reveling, bedeviling, Till Talking Tocks tickling Ticks Tocking taught Me, pointed Me by signs and sounds To find The Disenchanted Forest. O, yes A Rook, a Bishop, 3 pawns, and A Red Queen I initially made acquaintance, While having High Tea, 3.14 in the afternoon." ~ Twittering
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "If mad I was, Hickory Dickory Tick Tock Dock O madder I got. My mind lost, unlocked, Tock’s Tick Rocked me hither and dither, all in a tither, tether Broke, snapped, cord unraveled, Rooks reveling, bedeviling, Till Talking Tocks tickling Ticks Tocking taught Me, pointed Me by signs and sounds To find The Disenchanted Forest. O, yes A Rook, a Bishop, 3 pawns, and A Red Queen I initially made acquaintance, While having High Tea, 3.14 in the afternoon." ~ Twittering
Once upon a summer steaming, with mouse in hand I went careening, Through newsgroup posts of those who whine and jog. Their nipples hurt, their hams are tight, how can they make their gluts feel right? The gaze of scary tweety birds put brown stains in their togs. This group obsessing and mass professing will put you in a fog. Quoth the raven, "Pass the grog."
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~ * ~ "Once upon a summer steaming, With mouse in hand I went careening, Through newsgroup posts of those who whine and jog. Their nipples hurt, their hams are tight, How can they make their gluts feel right? The gaze of scary tweety birds put brown stains in their togs. This group obsessing and mass professing Will put you in a fog. Quoth the raven ~ ‘Pass the grog.’" ~ Action B "And a bottle of rum, If all out of grog, for the Fogg’s Already rolled in ~ !" ~ Mercuian "From Number 99, Notorious Grande Mariner Square Mews, came today dreadfully Horrendous news ~ Morning’s Post zestfully Dropped off a package wrapped in brown paper. Discovered within, discretely sporting a grin, A head’s box smiled back, to the great chagrin Of all concerned ~ AKA, The Brain unlocked. For, the head had read of itself chopped Off, rolling across the floor, all red, A trail of blood left behind. But nobody present Apparently knows by whom, lopped Off, or for whom, or why, or when. The head winked back, smiled a silly grin, And said ~ ‘Do You?’" ~ Black Chalk ~ * ~
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~ * ~ "Moreover, A few doors over, Came even more detestable, despicable news, But only Dr. Beverly Brown knows [Do NOT tell Dan ~ !]" ~ Argyle "From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews, There is really abominable news ~ They’ve discovered a head In the box for the bread, But nobody seems to know whose." ~ E Gorey ~ * ~
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"Direction, backward, counter ~ clock ~ wise, wrong, But sung a song of six pence, choral melody, a tad too long, O so, madder I got, and you’ve the nerve To me today to say ~ !" ~ Twittering "Prove that wasps make crop Circles." ~ dr P
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~ * ~ ~ A Rousing Carousing Reception, A Compassionate Cellist ~ ! [Teacher tether tetched tetchy Tete-a-tete Tete-beche Teth Tethys tetrachord tetrad tetragram tetrologyh Teaberry teacake te igitur Te Deum tazza taxonomy tawny owl tattersall Tartly tartlet tartan tarsier Tattlers all] ~ * ~
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~ * ~ WASP A Wily aggressive silly purpose ~ ! Chasing down A point ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (@: * A running complimentary Commentary ~ * ~ QED
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "If mad I was, Hickory Dickory Tick Tock Dock O madder I got. My mind lost, unlocked, Tock’s Tick Rocked me hither and dither, all in a tither, tether Broke, snapped, cord unraveled, Rooks reveling, bedeviling, Till Talking Tocks tickling Ticks Tocking taught Me, pointed Me by signs and sounds To find The Disenchanted Forest. O, yes A Rook, a Bishop, 3 pawns, and A Red Queen I initially made acquaintance, While having High Tea, 3.14 in the afternoon." ~ Twittering Once upon a summer steaming, with mouse in hand I went careening, Through newsgroup posts of those who whine and jog. Their nipples hurt, their hams are tight, how can they make their gluts feel right? The gaze of scary tweety birds put brown stains in their togs. This group obsessing and mass professing will put you in a fog. Quoth the raven, "Pass the grog."
X-Posted to 5 groups! Dontcha love usenet? Bandwith wastage intended. _g
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"And a bottle of rum, If all out of grog, for the Fogg’s Already rolled in ~ !" ~ Mercurian "From Number 99, Notorious Grande Mariner Square Mews, came today dreadfully Horrendous news ~ Morning’s Post zestfully Dropped off a package wrapped in brown paper. Discovered within, discretely sporting a grin, A head’s box smiled back, sparking great chagrin Of all concerned ~ AKA, The Brain unlocked. For, the head had read of itself chopped Off, rolling across the floor, all red, A bloody trail behind. But nobody present Apparently knows by whom, lopped Off, or for whom, or why, or when. The head winked back, smiled a silly grin, And diffidently said ~ ‘Do You?’" ~ Black Chalk ~ * ~ "Moreover, A few doors over, Came even more detestable, despicable news, But only Dr. Beverly Brown knows from Whom [Do NOT tell Dan ~ !]" ~ Argyle "From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews, There is really abominable news ~ They’ve discovered a head In the box for the bread, But nobody seems to know whose." ~ E Gorey ~ * ~
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Dayum, that takes me back. — Dr. Dickie Skepticult member in good standing #394-00596-438 Poking kooks with a pointy stick. "The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not ‘Eureka!’ (‘I found it!’), but rather ‘hmm….that’s funny…’" – Isaac Asimov 
— Andy Taylor [Chair, N E Lupus Group] See http://www.northeastlupus.org.uk for more! 
So I went to see REM instead (I’d seen them before in Ann Arbor years ago – what a show that was). That’s my CGT for the year happy camper here. 