Tag: urban

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same
He knew none of the street names or city centers
Such happy memories of earlier days
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude
Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on
He was almost too well dressed always
Of course, you know Masaccio was the first to make use of Brunelleschi’s architectural perspective?
No other painter, not even Leonardo, changed so quickly and with such amazing results
You see, Masaccio made an astonishing leap between the style of the San Giovanni triptych and the Trinity
What is interesting is that the doctrine fo redemption is also a blurring, a sfumatura, of space and time
You must see this vaulted ceiling. The perspective, the blurring, the vanishing point
… in seeing the forms in the painting as real, believe in the subject
The receding diagonals give the illusion of reality so that one might, …
We haven’t the advantage of seeing these parts in a catalog or as a print, have we?
Perspective was Masaccio’s theology
He remembered what being alone was like
Women are not perfect, one must admit
I am a person of strange and varied experience
I have met the king of the fishes and lived in the house of a woman
My dad thought it would be educational
The actress put out her hand
Are you looking at my knees?
No, I’m way above that
She hadn’t realized that sugar eased grief
A big slap of memory floats up to the surface
The man in the backseat has a very large head
All he can do now is totally screw it up
I think we should form a secret conspiracy
I can provide secure lines of communication
They don’t shoot him, but they don’t let him in
A night train from Birmingham blows through
On the walls, diverse oil paintings
Now he is thinking of shaving his beard off
A bamboo grove, all chopped down
My nature is a quiet one, anyway
The man in khaki smiled
Then she phoned him one night
The gods of antiquity tossed saints and sinners …
… lovers and chimeras up into the heavens …
… making sure that there was …
… a thumping good yarn behind each stellar formation
But the street washers were approaching
Others have become philosophers …
… arguing that nothing exists …
… that all is mirage
There is still a tiredness about him
So I took a sip of my water