i was born to love no one
no one to love me
only the wind
in the long green grass
the frost in a broken tree..
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i can't help quoting more nick drake.. he's always in my head nowadays.. the pix are of a giant grandfather tree covered in vines that i took in the old city cemetery near fort vancouver in washington state.. i shopped them into these images of my own..
i've also started making rubbings of grave epitaphs using a pad of newsprint and china markers.. they really appeal to me..
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a black eyed dog he called at my door
a black eyed dog he called for more
a black eyed dog he knew my name
a black eyed dog he knew my name
black eyed dog
black eyed dog
i'm growing old and i wanna go home
i'm growiing old and i don't wanna know
i'm growing old and i wanna go home
a black eyed dog he called at my door
a black eyed dog he called for more..
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the good news is my husband starts at his new position tuesday.. i'm still the same.. so i've started on an elaborate stop-motion film project that's been hatching in my brain lately called 'blackbird's outpost'.. makes me tired just thinking how much work is involved.. but what the hell.. i've got nothing else planned to get me through the winter..
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betty came by on her way
said she had a word to say
about things today
and fallen leaves..
said she hadn't heard
the news
hadn't had the time
to choose a way to lose
but she believes..
going to see the river man
going to tell him all i can
about the plan for lilac time..
if he tells me all he knows
about the way his river flows
and all night shows
in summertime..
betty said she prayed today
for the sky to blow away
..or maybe stay
she wasn't sure..
for when she thought of summer rain
calling for her mind again
she lost the pain
and stayed for more..
p.s. Vincent Price marathon on TCM friday!!
ghost