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Delacroix had a rule: he didn’t allow himself to finish until effect and tone were
completely seized. Making music sing, turning tones into men. But to stand
before one’s double with only a toy revolver, that is art.
£250 is still missing from a world-view.
250 lbs is still missing from a world-view.
Woodland creatures gaze at the expansive typeface.
Some field dogs are thinking about rabbits as I write this.
A slice of life, pink with sunset, sucked west by the wind, obscures the sleeve of
my dreams. Its ooze touches my wrist.
Numbers form the basis of audible sounds. Owls zero in on the blues, activating
partials over the lake.
A secret fell into the eye.
Sinning palms balance it.
The individual is half-open. I unscrew the base. Then I clean the dynamo and
step up the output, so that bulbs which had previously shone dimly glow as
brightly as though they are on mains.
The next day I arranged a practice in the senior officers’ quarters (in the theatre
block). A failure to restrict voice to the proper bracketed strip had resulted in a
smeared connective.
For a fortnight I scrubbed and scoured the laminator verbs.
Colluders referred to the frame by the label on its rim.
A lending of a person.