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Art Makes Nothing Happen In A Way That Makes Something Happen.

We All Know Our Dates Of Birth But . . . Every Year There Is Another Date That We Pass Over Without Knowing What It Is But It Is Just As Important It Is The Other Date The Death Date.

Then I Saw Her Smile So Close To My Eye That There Was Nothing To See But The Smile And The Thought Came Into My Head That I’d Never Been Inside A Smile Before. Who’d Have Thought Being Inside A Smile Would Be So Ancient And So Modern Both At Once

The Head Has Its Confines. The Head’s Got Those All Right, And The Heart. The Heart Has Its Reasons.

Tonight I Can Smell The Season The Way It's Usually Only Possible To At The Very First Moments Of Its Return, Before You're Used To It, When You've Forgotten Its Smell, Then There It Is Back In The Air And The Flow Of Things Shifting And Resettling Again.