Outside another yellow moon/ has punched a hole in the nighttime…

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1. Janet says

   May 17, 2014 at 8:55 am

   The biggest lie is that we can ever get a picture that begins to capture what we see.

   AMDG

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   • Big Jon Bully says

     May 17, 2014 at 9:51 am

     Speak for yourself:

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   • Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

     May 17, 2014 at 10:48 pm

     It’s not a lie when it’s a joke.

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2. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

   May 17, 2014 at 10:46 pm

   [I]f a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I love this picture because it’s universal.’ ‘I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.’ That’s not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It’s a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you… An individual heart-shock. […] [A] really great painting is fluid enough to work its way into the mind and heart through all kinds of different angles, in ways that are unique and very particular. Yours, yours. I was painted for you.

   From a speech by Hobie, a master cabinetmaker and all-around æsthete, in The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt. New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2013.

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   • Janet says

     June 24, 2014 at 8:49 am

     I keep wanting to read this book, but I haven’t recovered from The Secret History.

     AMDG

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3. job says

   May 18, 2014 at 12:12 pm

   And yet I too was wondering how this same moon outside
   over this Soldiers Grove fair
   could look down on La Mesa
   and find you there…

   JOB

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4. The Unaccountably Musical Ghost of [SPOILER REDACTED] says

   September 26, 2014 at 2:32 am

   The best things in life are free!

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   • Spoiler Redacted says

     September 26, 2014 at 6:29 am

     I’m not dead yet. But a whole lot of people who thought they could just slap a pair of brackets on me and walk away are.

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