Saturday, May 29, 2010

walter's paintings - walter's overalls and bag



we love you walter...




































wish i could have worn your overalls


Friday, May 28, 2010

i really appreciate you reading these things


i really appreciate it...

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KELLEY SANFORD
Oil painter, oil painter, oil painter. That's me. I love to paint, teach & learn about art. Relish in your accomplishments, share your knowledge & enjoy the journey. My blog is in part the daily struggles and successes, questioning and pushing my self-imposed boundaries, as well as the light hearted moments at the easel. I hope you follow my journey and comment along the way.






Tuesday, May 25, 2010

painting

can be like this

Critique of Jules Bastien-Lepage's Painting:
Joan of Arc


Painting of Joan of Arc by Jules Bastien-Lepage

Joan and Jules' Inner Voices:
Analyzing Jules Bastien-Lepage's:
Joan of Arc

Review by: Jeff Patterson

No other work for me of the Impressionist era (even tipping into Post-Impressionism for that matter) has had quite an effect on my eyes like Jules Bastien-Lepage's intriguing work Jeanne d'Arc of 1880. Although it may be just the simple reason that I am drawn personally to this heroine and her amazing deeds and tragic fate, there also exists when looking at this work, the perfect capturing of the mystically euphoric, especially when my glimpse catches Bastien-Lepage's perfect rendering of Jeanne, with her beautiful blue eyes, when she is abruptly distracted by the heed of her Voices. For all the other Impressionist works which I have seen so far, I cannot keep my attention drawn long enough for the power of their images that I have heard, or read, are supposed to be there. Unlike Bastien-Lepage's painting, I am somewhat lost, or moved only a little by, say, Monet's water lilies only after I learn of the story behind them when the old man was coming to terms by a long life while painting in his personal garden. If it is just the attention span, so be it, as I would gladly be content with inattentiveness to all the other works of art of this era if it meant I could still feel the rapture of this painting's grip it has on me.

When researching the background of this work by an important but lesser known artist of the Impressionist era (Bastien-Lepage's untimely death at 37 probably has something to do with this) , I read a passage by an art critic named Marie Bashkirtseff who interestingly, I learned, was often "frank and severe" when discussing works of art for even which she admired. However, this painting perfectly portraying the legendary heroine must have even softened her own shell of discriminating artistic harshness when she declared, "Nothing in painting has ever moved me like the Jeanne d'Arc of Bastien-Lepage. . .there is something indescribably mysterious and marvelous about it. There you have a sentiment which the artist has thoroughly understood, the perfect and intense expression of a great inspiration, -something great and human, inspired and divine at the same moment, in fact what it actually was, and what no one before him had ever understood. Only think of all the Jeanne d'Arcs that have been painted before! Good Heavens! why they are as common as Ophelias and Gretchens! But in this incomparable artist you find what is only to be found in the sacred art of Italy, in the days when men believed in what they painted." I would like to offer my own personal feelings regarding this work, if it is not already apparent, the thoughts of the critics and public, and briefly touch upon Bastien-Lepage's conception in relation to other artists who have also approached this subject on how to capture the spirit of The Maid of France. Bastien-Lepage's painting, like Joan's voices, has some kind of mysterious force which is whispering to Ms. Bashkirtseff, and also to us.

I think the first aspect that really "started the church bells ringing" was the tapestry-like effect borrowed from the Impressionists, mainly the foreground and background containing the underbrush and timber area of Jeanne's home. It is somewhat disconcerting, this blurred optical effect, where the eye wants to distinguish between the different planes of the yard (critics would often complain of this technique in his paintings which started with Jeanne d'Arc. Another good example which is also reproduced in our class textbook "19th Century Art" by Rosenblum and Janson is the painting Pere Jacques of 1881).

And this, I think, was considered one of the artists "fumblings" in this inspired work (the main "fumblings" I will get to shortly) Strange, it is a paradox, disorienting yes, but somewhat truthful. And what I mean by truthful is actually noticing at times, in real life with my own eyes, the fusion of different areas of foreground and background due to natures magical embellishing of earth tones of underbrush and timber. As Bastien-Lepage himself commented on the criticism concerning this, and other problem areas, "They tell me that my values are not correct. That may be true. But upon my word I only paint things as I see them, and it is impossible that I should borrow other people's eyes. " Upon first viewing, I had a hard time telling if Jeanne' s arm was outstretched in ecstasy or holding on to something (I later learned she is grasping the leaves of a bush at her side) . I guess in some ways it resembles Manet's "Luncheon on the Grass" where Manet was also criticized for a kind of indecisive perspective among the his three sitters, the conservative critics not knowing where to step into or back away from.

While on the subject of the similarity of Manet and Bastien-Lepage's techniques, the notion of "studio lit" or "staged scene" is hinted at when comparing Bastien-Lepage's work and again to Manet's Luncheon" (I was going to mention "Christ Mocked" but the comparison seemed by then more of an extreme difference) . Like "Luncheon", Bastien-Lepage's atmosphere for Jeanne seems a little suspiciously placed against a backdrop piled convincingly with thick underbrush, This may natural be due to the optical effect the earth tones have to the viewer s eyes when enveloping Jeanne. The lighting no doubt contributes to a kind of paradox again, between natural and artificial light. One can never exactly pinpoint the true source, and I think this gives the painting overall, a supernatural atmosphere lingering about it, which in a way works for Bastien-Lepage's benefit than did the problem of the Impressionistic technique cited earlier. Instead of giving Jeanne a "kitsch" holy glow surrounding her, this somewhat eerie nuance is more quiet, but none the less rapturous. It sounds like this is what Bastien-Lepage hoped to achieve, in this profoundly experimental but passionate work to him, when one reads about his intentions for the final composition. Speaking of "supernatural atmospheres", let us now touch upon the idea of representing Jeanne' s voices, probably the most famous complaint of all during the Salon of 1880.

I myself am somewhat divided on this aspect, which I will tell why in a moment. While reading up on the general consensus regarding its first appearance in front of the critics, there seemed to be two side regarding the idea of Joan's Voices: the realists complained that the Voices were represented at all. The rest, not enough. The critics, even his "warmest admirers", were puzzled by the suggested luminous, supernatural vapor entangled in front of Jeanne s farmhouse giving rise to the three saints. It is interesting to note that Bastien-Lepage's first idea on the problem concerning the Voices was to represent the gilt and painted images of the patron Saints of Domremy, as hidden among the fruit-trees of the orchard, so it is exciting to imagine this initial conception having been worked farther out, and also the possibility that this may have saved him from be criticized for the other idea later on. However, Bastien-Lepage felt that Jeanne s vision must be "embodied in a palpable form" in order for the "mystical meaning" to become realized to the viewer. It is this fine line, I think, between indecisiveness of showing the literalvs. the imaginative, that gave rise to Bastien-Lepage's greatest stumbling block. In response to this defect contributing to the harmony of the rest of the painting, he stated, "Well, this is Jeanne d'Arc, a young peasant girl of Lorraine, who sees visions. My figure is true; surely the rest may be left to my imagination. "

When I first viewed this peculiar work I did not see the impression of the three Saints hovering in the sky. I actually thought the hinting at Voices was pulled off by just placing Jeanne to the other side of the frame, with her right side tilted upward, listening to her beckoning calls on the other end. When I noticed them, and was particularly startled by the way they morph, it seems, out of Jeanne s cottage wall and the opposing tree branches on either side. I actually rather find this "fumbling for effect" quite astonishing, but I can also see where the critics pointed out on the difficulty of pulling off this trick, considering Lepage s reputation more akin to a "Milletian" influence. Lepage embarked out of his own familiar territory at the moment, they commented, and there may be to some eyes, a slight hesitation on what to do with these Voices of Jeanne's when making their appearance to us as well.

And now we come to the grandest aspect of all in Lepage' s work, that of Jeanne herself. If the general consensus was divided or disappointed with the strangeness of Lepage's composition, quite the opposite can be said regarding the depiction of the Maid, which they considered a masterpiece of figure drawing, and probably Lepage's one true success at realizing fully his own idea and bringing his message across to the viewer. Lepage wanted to give the impression of the type of physiognomy of the local Lorraine type, Jeanne's birthplace and also Bastien-Lepage's. As Theuriet remarked on this, "The forehead low but intelligent, the eyes with drooping lids that half conceal the somewhat sullen glance; the bones prominent in cheek and jaw, the chin square, indicative of an opinionated race; the mouth large, with half parted lips, through which one perceives the passage of the deep-drawn breath. " One obviously senses a similarity with Degas' dancers, in his many recordings of their own features and gestures and the woman in Bastien-Lepage's other well known work Haymaking also looks similar. Bastien-Lepage had managed quite marvelously to capture the perfect expression of a divinely inspired human soul, overturning her spinning wheel with agitation, caught up in a rapturous "calling card" from her beloved messengers of God.

I have seen many other depiction's of Joan throughout the 19th century, as this was the time of the disastrous Franco-Prussian war. A kind of cult revival began in the 1870's as a result of this dilemma, and more especially after France had lost Alsac-Lorraine to Germany. The nation of France desperately needed a morale booster once again, and so a heap of works, mostly monumental sculpture by artists such as Fremiet and Dubois and Marie, Princess de Orleans, responded to this dire need.

However, the area of painting produced, one could say, a rather mediocre sensibility in paying Jeanne their homage. Some were even on the illustrative level. Probably the one monumental exception in painting is Ingres' well known depiction of Jeanne in a classical antiquity stance, perfectly proportioned. But that was completed in 1854. Bastien-Lepage, unlike grand academic artists such as Ingres, did not model his Jeanne out of an atelier awareness, but went to the heart in depicting a true shepherdess of Lorraine (his exhaustive preparatory sketches a trips to Domremy attest to this) . There are no actual painted depictions of Jeanne that we know of (only a caricature of her scribbled in the margin of the official history of the Orleans siege, made by a notary of the Paris parliament, who unfortunately never saw her) save one rumored to have been painted by a passing Scotsman depicting Jeanne kneeling at court, and to which she happily re-marked of it looking just like her. But this is now lost. (Too bad, because we have a better painting done by Fouquet of her Dauphin, a grave Charles VII) . It almost seems as if Jeanne was too spiritually beautiful for this world to be captured in paint, and any other medium for that matter. But I think Bastien-Lepage has succeeded the closest in imagining the adorable "Pucelle" that making of any kind can put together before, or since. His Jeanne is the perfect balance of divinity and humanity played so harmoniously to the eye, and the mind. Surely, as critic Bashkirsteff noted in the earlier quote the result doesn't lend itself to an "Ophelia" or "Gretchen" at all. And quite honestly, I agree.

I can sympathize with Bastien-Lepage on this looked upon "half way success", or vice versa, according to the critics and public at large. At times in my own painting classes I have also gone the overworked route, working too hard on a piece of work, being overly enthusiastic for my own good. Bastien-Lepage, this Legion of Honor winner in the past, had defied the expectations of the Salon jury by possibly saying too much in this flawed work, his passions running to high. What a burden of sadness that must have clouded him when, being a Lorraine native in heart and soul, like his shepherdess, he began for a time to doubt his own powers as a capture of the poetic landscape and it's peasants he knew so well (The Salon of 1880, I found out, took the popular view and awarded Bastien-Lepage's hoped for medal of honor to Morot's Good Samaritan, now considered a far inferior work) . However, Bastien-Lepage was truthful to himself with this work till the end, like his beloved Jeanne. Maybe a poignant quote by Jeanne herself at her trial would best complete this thought of Bastien-Lepage the painter giving it his all, like Jeanne did for her country, when she remarked that, "In my village there is an old saying. That he who tells too much truth is sure to be hanged. "


FOOTNOTE

About Marie Bashkirtseff (1860-1884) She wasn't just an art critic. She was an artist herself. Considered to be a student of Bastien-Lepage and Manet. (However, I don't know whether this is literally or figuratively.) In her journal on June 25, 1884, she noted disappointment that her painting had not won an award. A few months later on October 31st, she died at the age of 25 (of TB I think). In any case, next time you go to Paris, you can see her painting hanging in the Musée d'Orsay, in the same room as another good Bastien-Lepage and an exquisite Léon Lhermitte. Bashkirtseff's painting is very good. Depicts a group of five boys around 9, 10 years of ago, listening to another boy, seen from behind, half a head taller. All the younger boys listen to him. Behind them, a high wooden fence of weathered slats. There are no vivid colors; it's a contrast of light ocre with a good balance of dark values. Both Bastien-Lapage and Bashkirseff died in 1884.




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what time is it? what day?

i slipped into a dream void yesterday which is nice but i realize i neglected my blog.

so was just chilling over the urinal at my local coffee shop and this picture was hung on the wall. there is no way i could miss it.

some guys got there shit together.

go blue...





Sunday, May 23, 2010

roberts and kroll



peggi

ray





at the museum



danny studies.






santa monica boulevard. los angeles, california.






may 23, 2010

Saturday, May 22, 2010

crop circle-er




he walked out to sunshine the morning after the night he walked out of his job as a crop circle hoax-er only to discover the chalk circle on his driveway. to discover his new way of life...









Friday, May 21, 2010

stem


stem
reached out

up

saw the sun
the blindman

carrying a hoe

dried up
fell gently

into the soil





these boys rule

server down last night so couldn't post.




Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

the old life from across the atlantic






grandmother and mother






ireland you know me



i will see you soon...

pizza is my life





Monday, May 17, 2010

james wright was my favorite - still has a way of depressing me

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

BY JAMES WRIGHT

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.


POET

James Wright (1927 - 1980)

BIOGRAPHY

James Wright

James Wright was frequently referred to as one of America's finest contemporary poets. He was admired by critics and fellow poets alike for his willingness and ability to experiment with language and style, as well as for his thematic concerns. In theMinnesota Review, Peter A. Stitt wrote that Wright's work both represents and parallels the development of the best modern American poets: "Reading the Collected Poems of James Wright from the point of view of style is like reading a history of the best contemporary American poetry. One discovers a development which could be said to parallel the development generally of our finest recent poets. . . . [This development shows] a movement generally away from rhetoric, regular meter and rhyme, towards plainer speech, looser rhythms and few rhymes."

Wright's early poems, especially those in his first two volumes, are "too literary, too subservient to the poems and poets of the past," according to Stitt. Other critics noted the elaborate rhymes, complex rhetoric, and traditional use of imagery in these early efforts. As Wright began to experiment "he loosened his forms" and "whittled rhetoric to a succession of intense perceptions," Laurence Goldstein explained in the Michigan Quarterly Review. The result was that his speech became more natural and his settings, Marjorie G. Perloff reported in Contemporary Literature, "are dream images rather than actual places." Paul Zweig of the Partisan Review outlined the impact of Wright's later style: "Long before [he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize], Wright had been acknowledged by a generation of poets as the artisan of a new language for poetry: A style of pastoral surrealism, built around strong images and a simple spoken rhetoric. Wright's art lay not in complex grammar, but in a stark structure of perceptions which became their own statement."

Although Wright experimented with style and language, his themes—loneliness and alienation—remained constant. "Perhaps the most pervasive general theme in Wright's poetry . . . is that of separation," Stitt suggested. "Separation appears in two guises—as the result of death and as the result of being at odds with one's society." James Seay, writing in the Georgia Review, agreed and elaborated: "His most abiding concern has been loneliness. It is the one abstract word that recurs most frequently in his work. In a sense the theme of loneliness gives rise to, or is somehow connected with, most of Wright's other thematic concerns." The critic named death and "Wright's compassion for what Auden . . . called 'social outsiders'—criminals, prostitutes, drunks, and social outcasts in general" as the poet's other concerns. Seay continued, "In Wright's poems these people are almost always lonely and damned."

Eric Pace of the New York Times noted that while "the mood of the poet was sometimes very dark, . . . one of his great strengths . . . was the life-affirming quality of his work." Edward Butscher of theGeorgia Review contended that a "pattern" of despair followed by celebration ran throughout Wright's work: "Despair and celebration, ritual damnation and ritual salvation, . . . the agony of human existence miraculously made bearable by nature's . . . eloquence." In a Washington Post Book World review of Two Citizens, Perloff further explained Wright's view of nature and salvation, stating that "his poems . . . usually present the poet in a specific midwestern locale, contemplating a landscape which seems wholly alien until a sudden gesture or change in perspective momentarily unites poet and nature, self and other, in a muted epiphany."

For the most part, The Branch Will Not Break is considered the watershed of Wright's career. Stitt called it "Wright's happiest book" and noted that "the book's title indicates its major affirmation—the faith that nature will endure and continue to sustain man." Moreover, Cor van den Heuvel in MOSAIC praised the "great advance in technical proficiency [and the] dazzling blossoming of images." Zweig termed it "one of the key books of the 1960s." Seay offered a similar appraisal: "I cannot recall experiencing anything like that keen sense of discovery which I felt in reading The Branch Will Not Break. . . . What Wright offered in [that book], as far as I could tell, was unlike anything being written in America at the time."

Above the River: The Complete Poems appeared more than a decade after Wright's death. William Pratt noted in World Literature Today,"Wright's complete poems brings together nearly four hundred pages of strongly carved words, the lifework of a much-admired, imitated, and lamented American poet, one of the most clearly recognizable voices of his generation." New York Times Book Review contributor J. D. McClatchy wrote, "Lucidity, precision, rhythmical poise, sentiment, intelligence and the rigors of a conscious craft that liberated the imagination—these were the poetic values [Wright] cherished, and they remain the keynotes of Above the River." Samuel Maio also praised Wright and his collected poetry in the Bloomsbury Review:"James Wright wasn't afraid to find out who he really was, no matter how frightening that self may have been. This is the essence of the pure, clear voice we encounter in his poems, and this is why James Wright endures."

One criticism aimed at Wright's poetry was that it lacks discipline. Roger Hecht of Nation identified Wright's "weaknesses" as "self-pity" and "talkiness." And a Sewanee Review critic found Two Citizens"badly marred by personal indulgence and conversationality." The poet himself seemed aware of these shortcomings. "My chief enemy in poetry is glibness," he told Stitt in an interview published in theParis Review. He continued: "My family background is partly Irish, and this means many things, but linguistically it means that it is too easy for me to talk sometimes. I keep thinking of Horace's idea which Byron so very accurately expressed in a letter . . . 'Easy writing is damned hard reading.' I suffer from glibness. . . . I have [to struggle] to strip my poems down."

Some critics, however, argued that the talkiness and sentimentality in Wright's verse has been misinterpreted. Alan Williamson ofShenandoah, for example, remarked: "The emotional exclamatoriness that some have called sentimental in Wright is more prominent than ever [in Two Citizens]; but I, for one, have been led to a new insight about it. It is a part of the American speech that Wright . . . wants to speak: A vocal violence needed to break the . . . barrier against uttering feeling at all in our culture."

Finally, in discussing Wright's work, critics spoke of the evident craftsmanship, of his skill and gift as a poet. Van den Heuvel found that "there is a universality in Wright's work not only in subject matter but in form and technique as well." The reviewer added that "[he is] a craftsman who can put to use the traditional elements of his art while at the same time exploring new means of expression." Seay voiced a like assessment, stating that "what makes Wright's poetry special is not that he has any new philosophical insights into the problems of existence but that he has the gift of using language in a way that the human spirit is awakened and alerted to its own possibilities."

CAREER

Poet and translator; instructor in English at University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, 1957-64, and Macalester College, St. Paul, MN, 1963- 65; Hunter College of the City University of New York, New York City, professor of English, 1966-80. Visiting lecturer, State University of New York at Buffalo, 1974.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

POETRY

  • The Green Wall, Yale University Press, 1957.
  • Saint Judas, Wesleyan University Press, 1959.
  • (With William Duffy and Robert Bly) The Lion's Tail and Eyes: Poems Written Out of Laziness and Silence, Sixties Press, 1962.
  • The Branch Will Not Break, Wesleyan University Press, 1963.
  • Shall We Gather at the River, Wesleyan University Press, 1968.
  • Collected Poems, Wesleyan University Press, 1971.
  • Two Citizens, Farrar, Straus, 1973.
  • I See the Wind, Brandea, 1974.
  • Old Booksellers and Other Poems, Cotswold Press, 1976.
  • Moments of the Italian Summer, Dryad, 1976.
  • To a Blossoming Pear Tree, Farrar, Straus, 1978.
  • This Journey, Random House, 1982.
  • The Temple in Nimes, Metacom Press, 1982.
  • Above the River: The Complete Poems, Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1992.

Also author of Salt Mines and Such, 1971, and The Shape of Light: Prose Poems, White Pine. Work represented in anthologies, includingPoems on Poetry, edited by Robert Wallace and J. G. Taaffe, Dutton, 1965; An Introduction to Poetry, edited by Louis Simpson, St. Martin's, 1967; Heartland, edited by Lucien Stryk, Northern Illinois University Press, 1967; and Poems of Our Moment, edited by John Hollander, Pegasus, 1968.

TRANSLATOR

  • (With Bly) Twenty Poems of Georg Trakl, Sixties Press, 1961.
  • (With Bly and John Knoepfle) Twenty Poems of Cesar Vallejo,Sixties Press, 1962.
  • Theodor Storm, The Rider on the White Horse, New American Library, 1964.
  • (With Bly) Twenty Poems of Pablo Neruda, Sixties Press, 1968.
  • (And editor) Hermann Hesse, Poems, Farrar, Straus, 1970.
  • (With Bly and Knoepfle) Neruda and Vallejo: Selected Poems,Beacon Press, 1971.
  • Hesse, Wandering: Notes and Sketches, Farrar, Straus, 1972.

OTHER

  • The Poetry and Voice of James Wright (recording), Caedmon, 1977.
  • (Editor) Winter's Tales Twenty-Two, St. Martin's, 1977.
  • Collected Prose, edited by Anne Wright, University of Michigan Press, 1982.
  • A Secret Field, edited by Anne Wright, Logbridge-Rhodes, 1985.
  • Town of Moravia, Higginson Book Company, 1993.

Also author of The Summers of James and Annie Wright, 1980, andWith the Delicacy and Strength of Lace: Letters between Leslie Marmon Silko and Wright, edited by Wright, 1986. Also recorded, with others, Today's Poets Three, for Folkways. Contributor to Hudson Review, Kenyon Review, Sewanee Review, Western Review, Yale Review, Harper's, Poetry, Frescoe, New Poets of England and America, Paris Review, London Magazine, Botteghe Obscure, New Yorker, Minnesota Review, Big Table, Audience, Nation, and other publications.

FURTHER READINGS

BOOKS

  • Authors in the News, Volume 2, Gale (Detroit), 1976.
  • Carroll, Paul, The Poem in Its Skin, Follett, 1968.
  • Contemporary Literary Criticism, Gale, Volume 3, 1975, Volume 5, 1976, Volume 10, 1979, Volume 28, 1984.
  • Dictionary of Literary Biography, Volume 5: American Poets since World War II, Gale, 1980.
  • Graziano, Frank, James Wright: A Profile, Logbridge-Rhodes, 1988.
  • Maley, Saundra R., Solitary Apprenticeship: James Wright and German Poetry, Mellen University Press (Lewiston, NY), 1996.
  • Roberson, William H., James Wright: An Annotated Bibliography, Scarecrow Press, 1995.
  • Stepanchev, Stephen, American Poetry since 1945, Harper, 1965.

PERIODICALS

  • Bloomsbury Review, March, 1992, p. 7.
  • Chicago Review, Volume 17, nos. 2-3, 1964.
  • Contemporary Literature, winter, 1973.
  • Georgia Review, spring, 1973; summer, 1974.
  • Library Journal, May 1, 1995, p. 152.
  • Los Angeles Times Book Review, May 16, 1982.
  • Michigan Quarterly Review, summer, 1972.
  • Minnesota Review, spring, 1972.
  • MOSAIC, spring, 1974.
  • Nation, August, 1971.
  • New Republic, September 3, 1990, p. 38.
  • New York Times, March 27, 1980.
  • New York Times Book Review, February 12, 1978; March 18, 1984; June 17, 1990, p. 22.
  • Paris Review, summer, 1975.
  • Partisan Review, Volume 15, number 2, 1973.
  • Poetry, March, 1991, p. 343.
  • Saturday Review, January 21, 1978.
  • Sewanee Review, spring, 1974.
  • Shenandoah, winter, 1974.
  • Sixties, spring, 1966.
  • Tribune Books (Chicago), August 5, 1990, p. 3.
  • Washington Post Book World, September 16, 1973; June 27, 1982.
  • World Literature Today, winter, 1991, p. 117.
  • Writer's Digest, August, 1995, p. 14.


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Saturday, May 15, 2010

real things






as i remember...










they still are...

Friday, May 14, 2010

can't write another word




so


look


at these


charlie pisses at the side of the road


t. levy in lives in living color

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

it is all in the method



can u tell


who
is



the actor