Paintings #s1-4, April 2008

#3, April 2008
All are acrylic on paper, 22 x 15 inches.
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# 1, April 2008.
“Wherever you go,
Wherever you went,
Whatever you do
it’s wreck and ruin”
[added early morning April 19: “AND REBIRTH”] |

# 2, April 2008.
“make
where the solitary
monk’s cell, where
the far hermitage,
the small high room in the night”
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#s3, April 2008.
“Drag it like that—
First the ground
stained, fading, dying
Then the clay, the
spray of age—drag
it like that, just
drag it, the clawing
…clawing”
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#4, April 2008
It’s the last end of the grand illusion with which I began—
Like everything else since God died at the end of the 19th
Century, the dream dies leaving only its dead staining your fingers.
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