My beach pals, Marco and his friends Giulio, Marco, Max, Nico, Luca, Aran, Gabriele, skiers in winter, surfers in summer. Italian, dashing, bigger than life, cooler than cool. This picture of Marco taken by Luca.
The 6th panel seems especially unmistakably the work of this artist. Even in imitation I do not think anyone would have had the nerve to aggregate these elements in this way, much less in these proportions.
One's put in mind of Mark Doty's aperçu in his poem on Advent Windows, "There is no single location of miracle." That's all to be expected; but there is not supposed to be more than one miracle per location.
It isn't fair, but it is so. More miracles than we can count. Not complaining, here, just happily stunned. And humbly honored to join the chorus above.
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What I should have said over there yesterday-the author led me astray. Heaven and heavenly. It works almost-everywhere.
um, sign me up please.
The 6th panel seems especially unmistakably the work of this artist. Even in imitation I do not think anyone would have had the nerve to aggregate these elements in this way, much less in these proportions.
One's put in mind of Mark Doty's aperçu in his poem on Advent Windows, "There is no single location of miracle." That's all to be expected; but there is not supposed to be more than one miracle per location.
That's not fair, sir.
It isn't fair, but it is so. More miracles than we can count. Not complaining, here, just happily stunned. And humbly honored to join the chorus above.
" i wish they all could be
california boys..."
( sorry brian wilson )
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