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after looking at the masters
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
all the stories I never heard
after reading leonardo scufolli's account of visiting giorgione's studio in venice, 1507
turner in venice at night
night sailing with friends to all the places we are not going
a rewrite of staying the night in watteau's garden at nogent-sur-marne
part of a summer in daphna's garden
reading poetry in a friend's garden at night, 1974
penelope in the garden of her desire
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
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
late night swimming, partial moon, on a remote coast
1979, two days in kabul visiting an old friend
when reuben was a seminarian
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
1989, two days in aruba while my brother’s fiancée was finishing her first book
four short stories
two french summers
1998, two nights, same window, from my summer perch on the mayo coast
meeting unexpectedly by the sea and then, the sea in the early morning light
1996, two days on the mayo coast, high summer and strong sun
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
summer coastal nights and days
juliana and kelly in the grenadines
an afternoon and evening still sitting in my head
visiting phidias’s studio and staying longer than expected
july 1972, visiting antibes in early summer
1978, visiting my sister in capri
from a time when we looked at paintings with devotion and dreams
holding onto smallarge pieces of the summer
‘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
1965, visiting santa monica with my family in in summer
walking on distant beaches but not really
byron pursued by claire in a town near tyrens
before and after hydra

















































