Self Portarit with his Wife and a Glass of Champagne, Lovis Corinth 1902 
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- I am in the groups People of the Other Village, Oldpoetry and Friends, bare limbs, The Cabinet
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The Flying Cloud, sails
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Broken on the wheel, stark silouhettes
Rake the ponderous sky -
Crazy Eddie sold beer nuts at Veteran's Field
back when a man was a man43 lines, 9 comments, April 24. In Society
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Dauzette on May 7I must say dear sir this is a magnificent page. The background adds such a touch, as well as the picture at the top. Off to read your work...
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Dalaney on May 7I love this painting..
It inspires all kinds of thoughts
Love to you, my Artiste.
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Cvillelisa on May 6
I found the parrot poem. Written by my current poetic infatuation ( that is of the dead variety) Weldon Kees
Obituary
Boris is dead. The fatalist parrot
No longer screams warnings to Avenue A.
He died last week on a rainy day.
He is sadly missed. His spirit was rare.
The cage is empty. The unwhooked chain,
His pitiful droppings, the sunflower seeds,
The brass sign, "Boris," are all that remain.
His irritable body is under the weeds.
Like Eliot's world, he went out with a whimper;
Silent for days, with his appetite gone,
He watched the traffic flow by, unheeding,
His universe crumbling, his heart a stone.
No longer will Boris cry, "Out, brief candle!"
Or "Down with tyranny, hate and war!"
To astonished churchgoers and businessmen.
Boris is dead. The porch is a tomb.
And a black wreath decorates the door.
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NurseChilly on April 28god what a nipple she's got ... swoon...



