lovely, Stephen, & then the photo, & then the ones below, as I carried
on down.
thanks
Doug
On 11-Apr-07, at 1:36 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> I once saw an empty powder blue wheelbarrow. It belonged to Sally
> Avery, the
> painter. This was in Woodstock at her house. She was 98 or so at the
> time,
> radiant, still painting. I never forget the powder blue wheelbarrow in
> the
> driveway in profile against a baby-blue, painted wall. She was 98 or
> so at
> the time.
>
> An anonymous man in the neighborhood comes to a quit. The arms have
> fallen
> off his wheelbarrow. The barrow is rust. Only the rubber tire is full.
> A man
> in the neighborhood comes to a quit. He refuses to drop his last load.
> The
> various pieces of lumber – cut, broken and useless. A full barrow and
> he
> does not care. The pale shock of light across the wood appears
> sufficient.
> He has come to a still quit. Basking. Anonymous.
>
> <em>Guerrero Street, westside, near 19th Street, San Francisco.</em>
>
> Photograph of the wheelbarrow (with this text) is at my blog:
> http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>
> Stephen Vincent
>
>
Douglas Barbour
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lipsynching awe all the way to the grave of the unknown onus:
memory stutter; one smidgen, one scantling of thank.
Dennis Lee
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