Saturday, August 27, 2005


here's what's on our magnetic poetry board today:

#1 (written in march 2004 by a bunch of 8th grade boys)
how come a performer drunk on sex
will stroke with fiery passion and rigid
approach but never imagine some
glorious angel

#2 (by my dear husband)
smear the psychedelic scream like a nude
silhouette empty as the canvas

#3 (by me)
why must we draw scuplt write
to capture art like lifes mad drug

#4 (me again)
you make music using an absurd metal & wood cigarette
you creat this wild rhythm sculpture
welding pad and scale
chisel that metaphor song
--to honor nathaniel's amazing skillz on the clarinet

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