Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Restless Urge Of Autumn

Posted on by Bill Chance

“…as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must spill themselves of motion before winter came.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

Mural, Exposition Park, Dallas, Texas

Mural, Exposition Park, Dallas, Texas

We Got Close Once In New Orleans

Posted on by Bill Chance

“I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’s all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’m not jealous
because we’ve never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched.
—-Charles Bukowski

Fountain in a cool interior garden, New Orleans, Louisiana

Fountain in a cool interior garden, New Orleans, Louisiana

Lines of Power

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“There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery. ”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

Shade Structures, Continental Bridge Park, Dallas, Texas

Shade Structures, Continental Bridge Park,
Dallas, Texas

The Nights Will Flame With Fire

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“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

Pizza Oven at Cane Rosso Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Pizza Oven at Cane Rosso
Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

Bomb-Makers And Gunmen Have Taken That Territory

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“I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.”
― Don DeLillo, Mao II

Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Drain Pipe
Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

Always Silent And Alone

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“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Painted Parking Meter Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Painted Parking Meter
Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

Sometimes Make Money

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Window display, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

Window display, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

art is important because you get to have fun and sometimes make money

Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player

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“The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean without effort, whilst we look up, marvelling how he has escaped us, and thinking how we could worship him and love him, would he but translate his visions into human words, and his experiences into human actions. Perhaps he cannot; certainly he does not, or does so very seldom.”
― E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

Gold Magnolias Freret Market New Orleans

Gold Magnolias
Freret Market
New Orleans

A Waiting, Opened Soul

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“He was taught by the river. Incessantly, he learned from it. Most of all,
he learned from it to listen, to pay close attention with a quiet heart,
with a waiting, opened soul, without passion, without a wish, without
judgement, without an opinion.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Trinity River in the Fall, Dallas, Texas

Trinity River in the Fall,
Dallas, Texas

Dirty French Fry

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Gold Magnolias Freret Market New Orleans

Gold Magnolias
Freret Market
New Orleans

The Gold Magnolias performing Dirty French Fry