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May 15, 2024May 15, 2024 dig
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… a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles (Cummings)

maybe also, a bulb

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Detail (y, a dead star, blue)

May 14, 2024May 14, 2024 dig
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AG2024_1066758a and sometimes the living hear

May 13, 2024May 14, 2024 dig
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“Dead people never stop talking.”

“Dead people never stop talking and sometimes the living hear.”

Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings


Morin Guerrier.

Posted in landscape, languageTagged Amsterdam

In the garden

May 12, 2024May 12, 2024 dig

Nas, Hip Hop is dead, 2006.

Iron Butterfly, In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, 1968.

Incredible Bongo Band – In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, 1973

WhoSampled


The Simpsons – In the Garden of Eden – S07E04

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AG2024_1150971a or fine conclusion

May 11, 2024May 11, 2024 dig
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It was a fine evening and a fine

conclusion they were coming to,

thought the fox, helping

the chicken out of ?her feathers.

Fable, Andrea Cohen


Michael Giacchino, Meow and You and Everyone We Know, The Batman (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

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AG2024_1111198a or all you have

May 10, 2024May 10, 2024 dig
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“Flattery, deference, smiles, ringing laughter, affectionate greetings were the order of the day.”

“We had been loved, I say, and remembering us, even many years later, people would smile, briefly gladdened at the memory.”

George Saunders


Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost

Barter, Sara Teasdale


Broughan
Posted in landscape, languageTagged central park, New York City

AG2024_1100727a or perfection of their frailty

May 9, 2024May 8, 2024 dig
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Cercis canadensis, the eastern redbud.

Mapping (Almost) Every Tree In Central Park by Margot Adler (2011)


The air smells soft today and of the past,
redbuds dispersing their ruby secrets,

myself among them.

Ghosting Aubade, Amie Whittemore

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pausing beneath trees to exchange strange confidences

May 7, 2024May 7, 2024 dig

“the gift of being allowed, every day, to wander this vast sensual paradise,”

“pausing beneath trees to exchange strange confidences withheld during many years of seclusion.”

George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo: A Novel


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