Well, William, if Proust fails, you can always rouse me with a Poe reference! I agree with Laura, beautiful, delicate, alone...but I would add, not lonely or sad, this bird seems to me.
I like that, Gabriella — instead of being awakened with a kiss, you’re awakened with a literary reference... and wouldn’t that idea be fun to build a story around?
It is an excellent picture. William, you are a man of many quiet and wond'rous secrets. A merry Christmas and a big happy humbug to you all. I like the recipe: if Proust fails, try Poe! And the whole alphabet to follow and precede, without failing, evermore, even as we fade and are heard -
nevermore, man. Awesome drawing. I love it. Thanks for sharing it, William - I tip my excellent organic beer to you in a pre-Christmas foast (foamy toast - it's an abstract thing, I think). P
Seems plain enough to me. Suds it is, then — I’m honored. In fact, in blog comments, I think we should tell each other what we’re drinking more often. The funny thing is — good god, what a way to begin — I just had a small glass of prune juice. Isn’t that crazy? I love the stuff. Oh, well. So much for wond’rous secrets.
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oh William, this is beautifull, so delicate and alone this bird, I like him so much
Do you, Laura? Thank you. That’s wonderful to hear....
Well, William, if Proust fails, you can always rouse me with a Poe reference! I agree with Laura, beautiful, delicate, alone...but I would add, not lonely or sad, this bird seems to me.
I like that, Gabriella — instead of being awakened with a kiss, you’re awakened with a literary reference... and wouldn’t that idea be fun to build a story around?
Love it!
Gerry! Nice to hear from you. Thanks.
It is an excellent picture. William, you are a man of many quiet and wond'rous secrets. A merry Christmas and a big happy humbug to you all. I like the recipe: if Proust fails, try Poe! And the whole alphabet to follow and precede, without failing, evermore, even as we fade and are heard -
nevermore, man. Awesome drawing. I love it. Thanks for sharing it, William - I tip my excellent organic beer to you in a pre-Christmas foast (foamy toast - it's an abstract thing, I think).
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Seems plain enough to me. Suds it is, then — I’m honored. In fact, in blog comments, I think we should tell each other what we’re drinking more often. The funny thing is — good god, what a way to begin — I just had a small glass of prune juice. Isn’t that crazy? I love the stuff. Oh, well. So much for wond’rous secrets.
Viognier La Violette. What I'm drinking at the moment, but possibly my new nom de plume.
Excellent! And it certainly beats my nom de prune.
It's an eye-catcher, your ravenly diver!
Thanks, Rudhi! He will stand there for a long, long time, I think.
eyes shut tight
he dreams himself --
a raven on his head,
words branching out
(because I saw not one, but two William Faces, evolve into an Other.)
Wonderful sketch!
Yes, Annie, the faces are there. Thanks for seeing what he’s feeling.
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