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ENTER THE PHOTOGRAPHY GALLERY
March, 2009
Los Angeles, California
Safe in the city of angels
It's so much greener than I imagined
And the carnival barkers are almost sincere
in this vanity fair
As we run through this tangled forest
from genesis to forgetting
our naked skin gets scoured
and the lucent sheen that clings
to the silken virgin soul,
the residue of origin
the patina of the mind of god
gets polished in the brush and thorn
youth in all it's faith gets worn
and in the end this naked skin
after a lifetime's shed to dust, to thin
betrays but bone
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Now reading:
David Foster Wallace 'Infinite Jest'
Richard Brautigan 'Sombrero Fallout'
The New Yorker 2008-2010
A Native American Reader
Dee Brown 'Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee'
Virgil's The Aenid
Consider this: synaesthesia
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Go to SONGS to read some songs from the good long road
Go to CONNECT to send gregory a message or to sign the guestbook.
Go to WORDS to read writings on community, society, spirit, Earth and future
Go to JOURNEY to see the incomplete and infrequently updated archives of this site.
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The Guestbook is back! Please sign it. Use it for comment, conversation, information, invitation, poetry, promise and threat.
THIS ENTIRE SITE AND ESPECIALLY THE PHOTOGRAPHY GALLERY IS still BEING REVISED AND THEREFORE WILL BE WEIRD FOR AWHILE. BUT WHEN IT COMES BACK IT WILL BE b e a u t i f u l. Am I lazy or am I sane? I am not sure but I am certain that I do not like to sit in front of this insidious screen and do mindless photographic processing.
Please check back later. Here's a new preview of the way the new gallery will look...
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