Images

Instructional technology, like elephants, returns to where it was born to die. These returned to the light.

Banana (aka a @annamaria0717 nightmare)

Wall, parking garage, reflecting my mood
Fragment of one of my poems about my grandfather
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Winter blue and brown

Last night, the sky painted itself electric.

Our beautiful girls. @annamaria0717

Piece of a poem I wrote to Anna in April, 2011.

Red red bells



2010

This poem was written after a concert at the Stone during our honeymoon. We had taken a cab back to midtown, and there was a “supermoon” that evening. I was reading Paul Auster’s translations of Joubert’s writing at this time. The performers at the Stone were Ken Vandermark and Joe McPhee on clarinets, saxophones, and pocket trumpet. Later, she purchased the photographs of the event from Peter Gannushkin (http://blog.sonicbeet.com/ & http://www.linkedin.com/in/gannushkin), an amazing photographer who captures the music and the personalities of the evening perfectly.
East Village Evening (For Anna, 3-19-2011) with description
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This poem was written after a concert at the Stone during our honeymoon. We had taken a cab back to midtown, and there was a “supermoon” that evening. I was reading Paul Auster’s translations of Joubert’s writing at this time. The performers at the Stone were Ken Vandermark and Joe McPhee on clarinets, saxophones, and pocket trumpet. Later, she purchased the photographs of the event from Peter Gannushkin (http://blog.sonicbeet.com/ & http://www.linkedin.com/in/gannushkin), an amazing photographer who captures the music and the personalities of the evening perfectly.
Then, this happened.
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What was left.
How light and line work together
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Morning drive 1
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December 11, 2013

Morning drive 1
Raise your hand, delusion.
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Now, you are alone. Walk the long, dark hall.
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Raise your hand, delusion.

Now, you are alone. Walk the long hall.

Lightness. @annamaria0717


