August 2010
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The painter does not paint on a virgin canvas.
The writer does not write on a...
– Gilles Deleuze
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The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by...
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listening to "Underground Resistance - The... →
♫ Underground Resistance – The Illuminator ~ (UR,1995)