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springy

2008-03-25T13:57:00.000-07:00

Greetings,I am emerging from hibernation and thought i would post a few soar reminders of winter I married my sweaty of eleven years on leap day,and have been busy getting my various projects ready for spring and the influx of visitors to the north shore.

2008-01-11T15:14:00.000-08:00

2008-01-11T14:09:00.000-08:00

2008-01-10T19:13:00.001-08:00

2008-01-10T19:03:00.000-08:00

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all: —
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all —
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume? TS Elliot

Fishin for humans

2008-01-09T15:07:00.000-08:00

Commision painting of co workers house & example of just how far into the stratosphere I could go

2007-12-28T19:26:00.000-08:00

I'm putting this up trolling for comments,The way that i painted this gets to where I want to go with my painting verses photography The place is on a point near my house and is to me all about the light there, its a continually shifting view daily and seasonally and there is a vibrant family history to the house.How does it hit you!good bad or indiferent Im not a very fragile ego,and Im allways up for comment and perspective.Jonathan R.

A poem

2007-12-11T15:00:00.000-08:00

Why put that sweater on that poodle you love
its already pretty, you bought her
The next thing you know youll put sandals on snow
or a leash on your son or your daughter
boots on the moon
while you whistle a tune
or ducttaping curtains on cows
Im going now I just had to think
Not everythings pretty in pink

2007-12-05T19:36:00.000-08:00

what I want to do

2007-12-05T19:21:00.000-08:00

Images, and anything that is created and declared "art" {often only by the one who created it in the first place}is subject to the eye of the beholder.All that I know for sure about that is that it is a pleasure for me to see peoples reactions to whaT I do trivial or profound as it might be.What is not trivial or profound is my typing skill.Im working on it.Does anyone know of any good voice recognition software? Please

2007-12-04T15:59:00.000-08:00

Hello

2007-12-04T14:28:00.000-08:00

Wow.
What a pats game last night,A true victory indeed.(GO, GO,DANCERS!)One of the announcers said one of the most beautiful truisms I've heard in a bit ,he was talking about the time out mistake,He said"luck is the residue of good design" My hair bristled and my shockras briefly aligned.
The way my mind works seems to be in fits and starts,Ideas, or whatever they are often hit me like snowballs from a friendly neighbors geeky but intelligent kid. Hope all enjoyed the game ,Aparently as my daughters say,lose or not "they have great asses"

"apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am stands amused complacent,compassionating,idle,unitary.

2007-11-27T14:17:00.000-08:00

-The truth of the matter is that life contains a great deal of suffering.(mingled with little plops of pixie dust,&BUSH FAMily essence)<

Bhudda in the pancakes

2007-11-23T13:30:00.001-08:00

Hello,
Ill tell you the deal, typing has never been fun for me; but I love the internet as a vehicle for the combined intellect,Love button soul juice of humanity.I haven't too many illusions about myself,(probably illusion) ; bolstered by the lovely group of children, family, and friends with which my silly self has been blessed.But they have been the ones suggesting that I put what I do artistically out into the universe, and for that I spank them,I mean THANK THEM
All that to say, I truly thank any of you who take the time to follow my artistic journey,I want people to live with and enjoy my Images and objects,fickle presentations of fancy.It fuels my heart and soul.

greetings fellow humans!

2007-11-15T19:22:00.000-08:00

I am jonathan Bishop and I reside on the north shore of mass.I have been making things [painting and drawing ,Theater set design&construction .High end carpentery.etc] I make messes of rooms according to those around me,So whoever"s checking this out How doyah doo!

Having been born in 1959, and with the 70s making the 60s look like the50s,I am most likely going to type the fith person.And wax poetic on pathetically useless subjects, so forgive me in advance if you could!! I do artsystuff; Like i have a vision or sunlit path' this will hopefully lead to two of three places; museums and loveley peoples living rooms '/or GARAGEsales!!

Me and my daughter at a Sox Game