I'm not sure why there's a girl in a cage next to a giant Tesla coil, but I can only assume it's for extremely scientific reasons.

The girl with the dark hair and the eye-first one I've seen like mine with orange color in the center. Cool pictures....

You have awesome eyes, then. *smile*
Glad to have you come by.
A gallery gets boring without an audience.

Plus you rock.

Aww kitty. He looks like he's been through a lot.

Kitty had a meth problem, but he kicked it.


Never Mind
by Leonard Cohen



The war was lost
The treaty signed
I was not caught
I crossed the line

I had to leave
My life behind
I had a name
But never mind

Your victory
Was so complete
That some among you
Thought to keep

A record of
Our little truth
The cloth we wove
The tools we used

The games of luck
Our soldiers played
The stones we cut
The songs we made

Our law of peace
Which understands
A husband leads
A wife commands

And all of this
Expressions of
The Sweet Indifference
Some call Love

The Sweet Indifference
Some call Fate
But we had Names
More intimate

Names so deep
and Names so true
They’re lost to me
And dead to you

There is no need
That this survive
There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies

There’s truth that lives
And truth that dies
I don’t know which
So never mind

I could not kill
The way you kill
I could not hate
I tried I failed

No man can see
The vast design
Or who will be
Last of his kind

The story’s told
With facts and lies
You own the world
So never mind

"I found it hard;
It's hard to find.
Oh, well, whatever..."

notice

by charles bukowski

the swans drown in bilge water,
take down the signs
test the poisons,
barricade the cow
from the bull,
the peony from the sun,
take the lavender kisses from my night,
put the symphonies out on the streets,
like beggars,
get the nails ready,
flog the backs of the saints,
stun frogs and mice for the cat,
burn the enthralling paintings,
piss on the dawn,
my love
is dead.

"You try to tell her what to do
And all she does is stare at you
Her stare is louder than your voice
Because truth doesn't make a noise" - White Stripes

Somewhere there's a journal where someone wrote this when it was relevant.

Favorite Poe poem

"To One In Paradise"

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o’er!
No more—no more—no more—
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

I didn't even have to go look it up! I like it.

It's a good one. I don't know how I feel about John Cusack playing Poe. Although I think it's cool that he said that the biggest thing he hated about turning 21 is that he became too old to ever play Holden Caulfield.

I wasn't sure how I felt about it either, but the previews of the movie look pretty good. So I think he'll do ok.

This is the house I was telling you about. http://www.eapoe.org/balt/poehse.htm. It opens again next month.

Very cool! I want to go.

Come out here. I'll take you with me.

-by Robert Creeley

A Wicker Basket

Comes the time when it's later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter--

Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor's,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes--

So that's you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know--

Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz--

And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we're gone.
She turns me on--

There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands
me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it--

Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it

in my wicker basket.

Loving the posted poems and your images...

Dig the poem, pkd. Very rough imagery, grizzled.