Field, fence, cattle beast.
Apropos of nothing, really (other than the fact that I saw a huge horned bull collapsing himself to the ground the other morning, as I was leaving Indiana).
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posted by Dr. S at 11:46 PM
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Apropos of nothing, really (other than the fact that I saw a huge horned bull collapsing himself to the ground the other morning, as I was leaving Indiana).
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- Never enough.
- Ain't no sunshine.
- Things with petals, things with blades.
- The day's mechanics.
- Beautiful scents.
- Sleep, sleep.
- On the road again.
- Curtain games.
- Story time.
- The speed of baby.
2 Comments:
They tried this in New York. Boy, you want to go from zero to hostile, I don't know a faster way. We could say this was not well-regarded.
Yeah, I'm imagining that this idea goes over better on the left coast...
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