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Friday, 13 July 2012
Sunday, 19 February 2012
Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs.


Marsden Hartley’s 1913 painting The Warriors. It’s the background in Alfred Steiglitz’s photograph of Duchamp’s Fountain in The Blind Man.
Chevrier Seminar
maestro di color che sanno
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Sunday, 1 January 2012
Entre nous
The secrets of Polichinelle are "stage whispers" told to all the audience.
SP the secret known to all.
Mrkgnao!
SP the secret known to all.
Mrkgnao!
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
lace dark eyes and raven hair
(She slides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.)
(Squire of dames, in dinner jacket, with watered-silk facings, blue masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand.)
(Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his fingers and thumbs passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently.)
(In a onepiece eveningfrock executed in moonlight blue, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper curves her palm softly, breathing quickly.)
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(Squire of dames, in dinner jacket, with watered-silk facings, blue masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand.)
(Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his fingers and thumbs passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently.)
(In a onepiece eveningfrock executed in moonlight blue, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper curves her palm softly, breathing quickly.)
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