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Julie Vognaror a lucky guess, along the lines of the 1,000,000 monkeys typing out the complete works of William Shakespeare...
and I guess I've corresponded with murcerdfan. I don't OWN the picture; I just said I wish I'd never seen it. My friend Britt Peter has a HUGE DVD of many, many works of art from the Hermitage--he's going to make me a kosher copy some day (his is only on PAL--the European DVD system).
It was such a GAS to see all these responses to my post! Wonders are not likiely to cease soon.
If in your wanderings on the net, you come across a work of fiction called 'The Clothes that You Once Wore" --from the Dylan song---you'll know about how i broke the greatest taboos of society, and especislly the MOST SACRED ones of little corner of it to which I belong...all of which, as usual, I think is bullsh**t. besides, Julie doesn't even KNOW all those words, does she?
I own the little plastic statue with moving parts that has the "Who's on First" recording inside. Also love Klimpt (the gold painting--but that's not my favorite one).
Just like Tom Thumb's Blues (mercerfan)
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
and it's Eastertime too
Ands gravity fails and negativity dont pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
Cause they got some hungry women there
Really make a mess out of you.
If you see St. Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, and my fingers they are all in a knot
I haven't got the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend the doctor won't even say what I've got.
All the authorities , they just sit around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-armns into leaving his post
And speaking of Angel, who just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost.
Sweet Lucinda, the fellows all calll her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English and she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her to soon
Amd she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.
I started out on burgundy but soon hit ther harder stuff\
Everybody said they'd stand beside me if the game got rough
But you know the joke was on me, there wasn't even anybody there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough.
That's Daedalus (note spelling correction), fitting his son with wings, but he flies too near the sun, and they melt.
"..and laid the ministering angel out among the wild columbine, wings folded." favorite..it's 4 in the morning!