the saddest blog that ever was

2.17.2005:

"the man who wants to shoot a cloud down with an arrow will exhaust all his arrows in vain. many sculptors are such strange hunters. what you have to do is fiddle something on a drum or drum something on a fiddle. before long the cloud will descend, roll about on the ground in happiness, and at last complacently turn to stone." i really feel that i was hans-jean arp's stepchild in a past life, no really.

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