Category: art
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hello 137 by Tony Chapman
Outside birds sing … dawn chorus … faint light appears through the skylight above me … a hum and the faint tap of my Spen stylus … me trying to write about what is in this moment … tiredness behind my eyes … apps are the Alladins cave … I lie awake all night searching…
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“making it” with my music
I am Tony Chapman. … I am still trying to “make it” with my music and art and creative writing. I’m not giving up … this is the story of my journey from here on, AS IT TAKES PLACE these are my footsteps as I plant them… ahead of me lies an unbroken beach of…
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Call me … but only as the crow flies.
First, create an airport departure lounge, decorate it with a thousand yellow watering cans and sign it in the top left corner in gold lettering. Next, with no climatic considerations, plant it at the center of a field of a thousand red sunflowers, sprinkle it with potash and from a respectable distance, watch it grow.
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Its hot today
– its hot today – the little plastic flower on the sun flooded window sill, solar powered, flaps its two plastic leaves up and down, furiously.