Category: art
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call me this evening I can’t get away from this idea it haunts me like a ghost train its rivets rattling like so many lose teeth!
call me – l can’t escape this – no matter how far I plummet or how high l rise above the Blue Mountains, both abstract and severe whilst maintaining a pragmatic dignity. Call me: anything.
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch and flirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch andbflirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The Corpuscles are coming
the corpuscles are coming, hand in hand, down memory lane, they stretch andbflirt, no longer diadems but crawling out of solitary confinement. bent hats cocked crookedly on their prismatic heads
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The cross hatcher
Step out of business mode – left brain mode into right brain – and touch the spirits that walk sideways, like Alain Robert, crabwise , sillouheted against the sun, across the verticle cliff-faces of sadness
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Left lower back tooth out news
I have to have my left, lower, back tooth out … dentist even gave me a copy of the x-ray … I’m so sad … its been with me so many years .. apparantly the bone is rotting …if it doesn’t come out it will creep along destroying all my teeth, and jaw! Whooah! Hold…
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Gold is colour of spliced rope.
You can leave me here by this rusted chiming bell but I will not stay … I’m right behind you, all the way. You can leave me here, by this thick green canal but i will not stay I’m right behind you all the way. You can leave me here by this empty fire engine…
Tony Chapman-Art Music Writing 