Thusness(es)

"Moonrise"

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Wondered where

Did my past

Life lie?

Or go?

Was once

Good at both:

Hate pure hate

And zero like absolutely

No-no-nonsense sentimental

Guilt; and

love, left

There or thrown

One’s way

So pure as they swore

Forever forever etcetera

And that was

Because lies help infi-

-nite to break.

Does a (small) promise

Fade or flourish

When is left unattended?

And / or

Does anything

Small anything

Else then growing

Midium , big, large, old

(...)

And then die

"Await"

All days lead –

- ing to (insert date here)

(.....)

This (page) which I have left

Half-infinite-white

And blank, big candour = small men, like;

All waiting for greater emptinesses

To (tell not, yet?

or) come, even.

"The old man and the sea, page 16"

Mixed media on 2 canvases, a while ago

"(Still-)life-drawings & meditation on Natura Morta"

Stuff on paper, recently enough

"Bigmouthed"

Mixed media on two canvases, can't remember when this was done

"Lonesome Traveler (J. Kerouac), page 97"

Mixed media on two canvases, 2009

"Burnt Norton - I (T.S. Eliot)"

Mixed media on two canvases, 2009

"Mescaline (A. Ginsberg)"

Mixed media on canvas, 2009

"L'amore acquatico (Moltheni)" - dedicated to Mariangela -

Mixed media on two canvases, 2009

"At Apollinaire's Grave (A. Ginsberg)"