Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Brilliant and disturbing, William. your imagination knows no bounds.
The meaning of live, part two.Live of William!
:-)"we work our way toward something without knowing what it is"this is the beautifull about, you know how boring if we knew always what we want?... Greetings from a nostalgic rainy Vienna
So true, Laura. And by some strange coincidence, it is raining here today as well, and the scent is reviving memories like ghosts in the street.I like that, Willy. But by now there have been so many parts it would fill a library wall. With some dull repetition, of course. Best wishes!Thanks, Elisabeth. My imagination just went by, pushing a wheelbarrow along the street, full of old drawings. It will probably get a ticket for littering.
Your drawings here, William, remind me of clouds, the constellations, the wandering wondering, the flux, and the certain patterns we call home. :) Donna
Beautiful, Donna. That these drawings would call such things to mind is sweet encouragement indeed, and clear proof of your own perceptive, fruitful mind. Thank you.
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