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The tale end of Ann

I am thinking about writing the tale of, or angelus for Ann. I need time. The history of art weeps with pietas and depositions of Mary and other mourning women nursing the dead Christ. Where do we find the equivalent masculine image of a man cradling a dead woman? Yesterday, I lunched with love...or an [...]

Nothing to say

Only a few weeks ago I felt full of creative energy and it seemed as if I could write about almost anything, no matter how indifferent. Words can take on an energetic life of their own and lead me into hinterlands. Writing requires emptiness. A full bowel will not do...It requires an empty stretch of [...]