an image diary

"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Monday, March 5, 2007

last day of school


News of AWP with photos when the photos arrive and it's not the flurried last day of school. I'll pick up the photos from the shop tonight. For now, by God, let me be finished.


Saw Paradise Lost recently and if you haven't you ought.
Damien Echols' Amazon monster wishlist. What "freaks" read while on death row. Somebody send that guy some money. And send him some books of poems while you're at it. I mean, here's someone who actually has a use for poetry. Not most of us can say that.

"Although there was no physical evidence, murder weapon, motive, or connection to the victims, the prosecution pathetically resorted to presenting black hair and clothing, heavy metal t-shirts, and Stephen King novels as proof that the boys were sacrificed in a satanic cult ritual. Unfathomably, Echols was sentenced to death, Baldwin received life without parole, and Misskelley got life plus 40."




"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"

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