“it was pretty neat”

06Jul06

N: the subject is veneration… i painted a picture of a girl once… theres a man’s shirt hanging out to dry, quite obviously wet… she’s sitting with her back to the observer holding up a glass and collecting the drops dripping from it….
now thats poetry. without even using words.
and she was discussing it with me [...]

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