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night sailing near the coast
near town, between sun and rain
imaginary homeland
romantic landscape with house and trees
dreams of the lands i sometimes saw, but never did
late summer
the residue of memory
early morning and still very back lit
morning trees and other things, near colrain
classical landscape and the memory of syvota
trees and garden from my window, night with moonlight
after looking at the masters
a friend's woods on a summer night
how it felt to be there
early morning near colrain, sun after passing rain
night, but still a few birds
the impossibility of distance, penelope and odysseus after 10 years of war
sailing days and nights with the sounds of sea birds still echoing
a glimpse of late summer when we were all out of our minds for the sun
sappho and a friend on a distant beach, night
after reading leonardo scufolli's account of visiting giorgione's studio in venice, 1507
a rewrite of staying the night in watteau's garden at nogent-sur-marne
night sailing with friends to all the places we are not going
part of a summer in daphna's garden
a maquette for the gate to josephine's garden and her hydrangeas on the other side
a stormy night moving across the castle of montalban and it's fish pond
penelope in the garden of her desire
from when we looked at a lot of giorgione
clouds he missed along the way home from troy, sailing back to penelope in ithaca
sacred and profane love
glimpses of a summer 40 years ago reconstructed together over a long coffee
1979, two days in kabul visiting an old friend
penelope by the sea at the edge of her reason, the strain of desire and the shadow of love
1972, night swimming at rosh hanikra with a beach fire
two french summers
meeting unexpectedly by the sea and then, the sea in the early morning light
1972, visiting avi near antibes, summer
two nights walking close to the sea
1967, when my brother larry was at school and we heard the doors and were already reading huxley
juliana and kelly in the grenadines
visiting phidias’s studio and staying longer than expected
from a time when we looked at paintings with devotion and dreams
‘yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes’, (pete brown)
1972, how we felt on the beach the next day in the sun after hearing dizzy gillespie play outdoors at the nice jazz festival the night before
byron pursued by claire in a town near tyrens
before and after hydra















































