s./j. goldner (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

how you compose what you organize is where the art comes in.


What lasts is the
interpretation of beauty

and not beauty itself

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I am

Unhinged and uncanny
poetic and prolific

blindsighted by inhibition
&
curtailed by ambition.

-~-

Trailing her dissolving glory over each hard-won barricade -
Only to fade anew..

-~-

I never saw a wild thing,
Sorry for itself.
A small bird will dropp dead from a bough,
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
- D.H. Lawrence


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