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SYMBOLS OF SUNDAY The Ille de Grande Jatte sans noise filled with poise,a posie-in-paint.This divisionist dog-day,a second of time frozen in mime;a slow-motion frame of a social game.The Seine sleeping sailors boating,youngsters rowing a lady fishing.trumpeter trilling,dogs sniffing midst sunshades swishing. A promenade peopled,gentility strolling,watching,then,standing still,and,taking their fill.A leisured moment from toil,passitivity possessed dressed yellow,orange with green and complementary blue A POINT TO MAKE Points, to make a point expressions by impressions, lots and lots of dots a paradigm in paint, impressionist it ‘aint.Unique yes, inanimate I guess, poetic proportionate pictorial pointillistic perhaps, our eye fills in the gaps. Listen to me read these two Seurat ekphrasis on youtube under the name ichthychiro read me latest ekphrasis ebook on amazon kindle

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Date: 7/5/2013 10:21:00 PM
It is such a pleasure to read your poetry, Brian,,,You are true hero of mind...Here it seems you are describing that rare state of total silence of the mind...only strict observation, sight, sound, smell...existing in the eternal and perfect present - Tim
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