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would you mind moving back in line so that i might go ahead

"yes i said, i'll spend my life with you.

(that was after nearly ten years of doublecrossings-

it was a peculiar choice but it felt good, didnt it dear."

she poked his rib with her elbow

and did you know you were the same people,

that is, later when you met in new york?

'i would have thought she was a lovely woman even if she hadnt been who she is' he said

a black pearl net of mock outrage fell over her face onto her neck, then she noticed the jewel and smiled. the interview went on

"we met and at first did not know eachother. but as we chatted it suddenly became clear to me. this was moshe! the boy behind the fence, the funny boy who had been my friend as a child!"

and what happened after that?

"we were in shock, we just stared at eachother. my heart was bursting"

so you used to reach through the fence and give him apples every thursday?

"i did, and cheese and bread and grapes. we had a farm, with a riding stable for dressage, many of the children of officials rode there. he was so thin but so intelligent and unafraid. my mother would allow me to take the baskets to him. it was our secret."

'we grew up together on different sides during the war. when i was moved out I never saw her again and she never knew if i survived. years later when i got here and received citizenry i voted and i gained a sense of entitlement so i started questioning officials as to her whereabouts. I went to the embassy and filed a missing persons report but they never found her'

(you should have known greta, that i would find you eventually he laughed even if dead i would come to haunt you

well it took you long enough she said, i was almost an old maid!

you were an old maid but you are still my little blond gurlyque

oh shush you are such a beast)

so, now how long have you known eachother?

that would be seventy-two years he said and they smiled

but we have been married ten

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would you mind moving out of line so i can go first he said

as if! ha ha i laughed, maybe in your dreams

oops ok he said. uh, i am blind you know.

yeah my doctor said so

are you demented too i asked politely

leave her alone greta implored, shaking her head

she's counting change cant you see?

but i am blind said he

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'i'll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears'

'red, you've been crying about getting a new vehicle for a long time now. and then what do you do? you spend the dp money on a remote detection device - what r u, paranoid or crazy'

'i dont know im sorry. crazy love makes me strange'

(red thats not 'just' anything. judging guessing and disregarding the promise. abominable wallowing swallowing following swimming in some ethereal vat with watery wine swirling thru submerged ear canals.)
but instead she said dopey eyed adoration is disgusting
that of course made him settle even deeper into cushy pain rehearsal until it became exciting to see the curtain open on a new stageplay. tho no event is entirely singular she was finished wondering why she was there/why not go elsewhere

how even the laundry was tinged with that color and predictable fragrance: memory of sky blue baby powder. she looked at his face it seemed very young and at the lace placemats and asked why would you want to be sopping up puddles of sweat off the desk and sweeping goofballs away from the path for some shmuck to pass who doesnt even know who you are?
'i dont make the world' he said emphatically 'i am just in it'
pathetic she said i'm outta here
but you know the fresh laundry does smell baby sweet
'it is a small moment to cherish' he said melodramatically (sssssniffffffff)
waving she said 'well put it in your oversized antique treasure chest' and closed the door

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choreograph

tilted leaf of an allmonde glance that couldnt be scripted

stripes the color red pattern across the collar

eight steps diagonally, the left turns right

the right sharp left starting with the glockenspiels

ending with the brass

drums, march in place

keep time thats all the major shouted

keep your costumes clean

wheres the tuba

(she ran away screaming

couldnt be consoled

and she is adamant

about not being controlled

they said, darling, this is a marching band

not your whole life

but music is everything she cried

while the crowd screams for the touchdown pass

and the grey cloud hangs under the wet wind

"i do not know" she said what happened, sweeping the palm poms in an arc over her head

spoken softly low but w/the microphone the room settled in its dense waves

they were looking, waiting for something of an event*

churning spinning highspeed diving words strapped to bucket seats defy centrifugal force on the coaster

while the crowd screams and waves

and the cloud hangs under the wet wind alas

game called for rain

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beacon of the nauset light

reflects

and

penetrates day and night

turning horizons

upside down beaming

soundless dreaming

sand

castles and

scallop shells

fogbound still

we find the way home

looming luminous light

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proxy lady

before she had begun to run

the competition marathun

who would know that she could win

with sweaty curls and twisted spin

: she got it done she had it won!

but rosie ruiz was end-gamed in

checking up on how it feels?

rosie little fox on wheels

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"Rules serve no purpose, because apart from the fact that bodies are foreshortened and always rounded, these rules are useless and unsuited to our tasks." Wishing to dispose of tiresome rules just at the time when Leonardo's work to pepper them ahead til what they had become became (an acceptably fascinating pastime i must say. spins the kaleidoscope

Federico Zuccari sugar ray rico man, fred from the town of Turin. In 1607 he wrote "Idea of the Painters, Sculptors and Architects". An ti effective slap across theories of Duerer and Leonardo, characterized as scientific artists. more than an intellectual challenge or historic study of Breaux Freres and the Talking Heads at a place where the chips are stacked high on both sides of the table Zuccari goes on to outline what he sees as the 3 major art forms: the natural, the artificial, and the fantastic. "The third kind" he says "is that representing whatever the human mind, fancy or whim may invent in any art"close encounters of

which would have to include Leonardo and the scientific artists. however,

impassioned artist in the politic swashbuckle a maverick on horseback within, he clearly draws the line between himself and the others vocally forthcoming, in a manner the scientific artists were not. flashing an inquisitive beam on the establishment (of near a hundred years before. an agitated sort of revolutionary a featherhatted paintbrushflailing abbie hoffman.

and who can blame him after all hello?

Pointing at the differences between naturalist and scientific sensibilities intertwining during the Renaissance Federico declares his mission as a bloodied burdenbearing artist : to overcome the tightening titanic collar assumed rules of nature as claimed by the mannerists (and this particularly in regard to painting of visible form)

When called upon Leonardo would speak, tho not in the way of offering proofs. The drawings alone are complete in themselves. He simply offers priests and princes a chance to see them spread out on a tapestry table runner under discussion for however long it takes to conjure an idea. He has no speech prepared or artists statement. He fully expects the world to step up as persons of knowledge were apt to do back then and even today. He is busy, inventing flying machines and such, no time for fooling around with fools who wont see. He writes his secret thoughts in reverse mirror image with carbon ink and a quill pen he walks away from any fight imposing on his choice

of battles

and finding the faraway stars

and knowing

Federico on the other hand elucidates broadly "The artists mind should not only be clear, but free. His fancy should not be trammeled and restrained by a mechanical slavery to such rules. In this truly most noble profession judgment and practice should serve as rules and formulas."

beats with Such heart, a most noble profession conjured in valiant romance, in earth tones, beautifully depicted light shining in the folds of leather vestments an armored shield with a blazing logo. "Z" like the "S" in the Superman chest emblem with two lions

for this piece i am conferring with those who stepped in nudged me out of my chair and

requested a game where we mix the random moves upon the formulaic board. Leonardo wanted an equation of modern scientific significance so i brought up my somewhat biased position on the Mandelbrot formula (z_n+1 = z_n² + c) and filled Federico in about the vanguard artists fascination with the random, from which gains by observing patterns and plays emerge, turn inside out and reveal essential nature mobiously oh and that Z=Zuccari

the squares and lines originated from 100 pages of mathematically random placement of a square. more than reptd refrain not intended to hush but rather place it forefront. background moves fore moving the notes every 8 bars or so knitting a quality of irregular timing. still, the a/rhythms are the important engine driving the sound and interrupting the structure composed using a graphic score for 7 instruments, and touches upon evolving patterns and refrain mutation through repetition compatible to the idea

the pieces in the series can be played simultaneously