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Author: Paul Greer
from “Sentences and Paragraphs.” (1931)
“Sentences are made wonderfully one at a time. Who makes them. Nobody can make them because nobody can what ever they do see.
All this makes sentences so clear I know how I like them.
What is a sentence mostly what is a sentence. With them a sentence is with us about us all about us we will be willing with what a sentence is. A sentence is that they cannot be carefully there is a doubt about it.
The great question is can you think a sentence. What is a sentence. He thought a sentence. Who calls him to come which he did.
…What is a sentence. A sentence is a duplicate. An exact duplicate is depreciated. Why is a duplicated sentence not depreciated. Because it is a witness. No witnesses are without value.”
“I Can’t Hardly Stand It” by Charlie Feathers (1956) and The Cramps (1984)
Trying to draw horses on a rainy day.
They’re standing nice n’ still though.
“Golden Hair” by Syd Barrett (1970)
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‘In ‘Golden Hair’, culled from Chamber Music, a slim verse Joyce wrote in 1907, a troubadour yearns for a Rapunzel locked in a tower. With simple barre chords, Barrett conjured a solemn air akin to a medieval madrigal. Its cadence is pure plainsong, chanted words over bare chords, with the first of his thrilling downward octave leaps at the end.‘
— (Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd – Dark Globe by Julian Palacios)
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Pablo Picasso: Portrait of Igor Stravinsky, May 24, 1920 – pen
In 1917, Stravinsky met the great artist Pablo Picasso in Italy. While visiting him, Picasso drew a picture of Stravinsky. Igor packed it in his luggage to bring back to Switzerland.
When the customs officer inspected the suitcase, he thought the portrait was a spy plan. Their conversation went like this:
“What is this sketch?”
“My portrait drawn by Picasso.”
“Nonsense. It must be a plan.”
“Yes – the plan of my face.”
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Andreï TARKOVSKI. Working diary for Mirror.
More info on this book here.
James Joyce, Ulysses: autograph manuscript, “Circe” episode. [Fall, 1920] EL4. J89ul 922 MS
EL4. J89ul 922 MS
Final line of Ulysses by James Joyce.
“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
Paul Greer 