interior
by tobymarx
This poem by J.C. Squires so perfectly and elegantly describes what happens inside my head, I wish I had written it.
I and myself swore enmity. Alack,
Myself has tied my hands behind my back.
Yielding, I know there’s no excuse in them—
I was accomplice to the stratagem.
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just thought of you yesterday when looking up towards north beach when walking along market – your comment, slogan, about looking upwards…also…have had instances recently of looking down from certain intersections – would make a good series of photographic images – titled, like ‘south from 6th and market, 6:13am, 11/9/2010′…sunrises interesting viewed from there…been at the rancho parnassus every morning at opening…