“It is a great feeling to know
that from a window
I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves.
And from these gather enough dream
to sneak out a back door.”
—Gregory Corso, The Vestal Lady on Brattle and Other Poems
Tag Archives: Deep Ellum
Faces of Deep Ellum – man at a poetry reading
Faces of Deep Ellum – The Stinkeye
Faces of Deep Ellum – The Sculpture Is Alive
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.”
― Milan Kundera
We were in the Kettle Art Gallery in Deep Ellum for a poetry reading by The White Rock Zine Machine. The gallery walls were plastered with photographs (including a brace by Jason Lee) and each photograph had a poem, written by a real poet, associated with it.
Off in the corner, my eye caught an odd sculpture, a mass of brownish fabric sitting on top of a white podium. As I looked closer I saw a little black eye blink. It wasn’t a sculpture at all, it was a blanket-stuffed basket with a little dog in it.
He seemed to be enjoying the poetry.
Faces of Deep Ellum – A Woman Listening to Beat Poetry
“Our heads are round so thought can change direction”
― Allen Ginsberg

Woman listening to a poetry reading by Mad Swirl – at The Independent Bar and Kitchen, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
This Ain’t Chuck-E-Cheese
Subversive
Bikini Detail
“Then there was a fine noise of rushing water from the crown of an oak at his back, as if a spigot there had been turned. Then the noise of fountains came from the crowns of all the tall trees. Why did he love storms, what was the meaning of his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stair, why had the simple task of shutting the windows of an old house seem fitting and urgent, why did the first watery notes of a storm wind have for him the unmistakable sound of good news, cheer, glad tidings?”
― John Cheever, The Swimmer








