The sky is God’s canvas
I love to paint. When I was a child way back in the twentieth century, my grandmother gave me a dozen oil-painting lessons, and so I have been to heaven at least a dozen times. (Heaven smells like...
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“Every Monday morning Wölfli is given a new pencil and two large sheets of unprinted newsprint. The pencil is used up in two days; then he has to make do with the stubs he has saved or with whatever he...
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Draw lines around fire Still smoke and flame Eliminate the need for Fuel to sustain a blaze Control the tide Refuse to let it crash Make power hang Helpless In mid-air Still the hummingbird’s wings...
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We need the crazy ones. The turpentine-tasting ear-choppers. The untamed nutcases that just don’t fit in with everyone else. We need these weird people whose eyes see things differently. The ones who...
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