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“Inner Worlds”
“Such was my young character at this stage of my life. In me hid bestial terrors and metal-melting beauties, memories ancient and new; images I had seen flitted there beside pictures I had viewed. Hundreds of children, women and men, businessmen, party girls, laborers, kids at play, housewives, drunks, teachers, preachers, prostitutes, bus drivers, coaches, […]
Continue reading“Channel Crossing”
“Dover was a fine sight at dawn, its cliffs glinting crisply as they caught the matutinal rays. The steep rising escarpments resembled monumental slabs of white pork topped with dark rind. As the boat more closely approached them, they struck me as great chunks of stale white-chocolate from which bits had been broken or gnawed […]
Continue reading“Spirituality”
“Might this one word, of all the many thousands in the vocabulary of the English language, be reserved for what it ought to denote: the quality or state of being Spirit? Spirit is Truth and Light, Eternity, Infinity, and Love. It is that from which all souls and all apparent creation are made. In it […]
Continue reading“The Surf”
“Isolated, the lone prow-rock, its top filigreed with bird-ordure, stood gloomy in the fading light, alternately burnt umber, drab, and gray-brown at various heights. It could equally well have been the tiller of a colossal stone ship of a mythic race. Adjacent masses must have crumbled, leaving it to make a courageous last stand against […]
Continue reading“Room of Magic”
“As if by the sweep of a godly hand or the spelling baton of an awful magus, the vast work room, dedicated to laborious and painstaking process, would many times be transformed into a studio sacred to the arts. The scientific apparatus disappeared as though it had been a mirage and, in its place, rose […]
Continue reading“The Artistic Laboratory”
“My laboratory was also that of an alchemist, and from my stored treasures I sought, as he once had, the materia prima, whose discovery would bring the Great Light to my being. My alchemist worked with the physical elements of my body and the ideational vapors of my mind. In his retorts and alembics could […]
Continue reading“Colorado Foothills”
“As Interstate 70 traced its course through the foothills, the landscape showed, under high magnification as it were, that its colors flowed one into the other as smoothly as did the curvatures of the earth. A crescent of silver-blue stream bordered by tightly packed spines of grayish-magenta canary grass, clusters of Spotted Ladysthumb blossoms colored […]
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