Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Shōnigen'ai Mantrayate

The first doll who ran away from me in years, swinging from the chandeliers. She disappeared at the Fountain; I hope she is with a good family now. 

I love the Fountain

Wednesday, 6 March 2013


I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

                                                                                 —Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

Friday, 1 March 2013

Meant for me to play.

A great. . .

photo of some of Helen Chadwick's Piss Flowers