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"Here appears definitely the goal toward which the different arts are tending, the place where they will meet perhaps: the future city of the spiritual life, to be built by them [the Impressionsists], of which poetry, as the state of the soul, would be the commanding gesture, music the atmosphere and painting the marvellous decoration."
-- Achille Delaroche, "Concerning the Painter Paul Gauguin from an Aesthetic Point of View," as quoted in Paul Gauguin's Intimate Journals, translated by Van Wyck Brooks

"...for he shall gather them as the sheaves into the floor."
-- Micah 9:12

-- traditional Jewish toast meaning "To Life!"

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New York's Statue of Liberty is a 151-foot statue of a woman holding a book and a torch on-high -- "One of the colossal sculptures of world history, the Statue of Liberty has greeted millions from other lands who crossed the ocean in search of freedom, opportunity, and is a symbol to the world of those ideals of liberty upon which our nation and form of government were founded."

"Give me your tired, your poor,/ Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,/
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,/
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,/
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
-- from The New Colossus, engraved at the statue's bottom,
poem by
Emma Lazarus, 1883

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rag n. 1. old, worn clothes 2. a newspaper 3. a composition in ragtime
-- chew the rag [Slang] to chat

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Jenny's made of earth and sky
and she knows more than she knows.
She's a butterfly
in a flowered thong,
a song that washes
passing boats
with the husks
of swaying straw,
a fiddle bending to her tune
and a dance that slithers wide.
She's a renaissance that rises
on the wild fields of your mind,
a chord that sweet seduces
from the mystery
of her laughing woman-child.



There's a rush, a rumbling in the wind
as we stumble on this old trail.
Greening branches thicken over us.
They crosshatch our path.
In leafy folds, winged creatures watch.
Through pools of moss, snakes writhe.
When tumbling rocks crash like our dreams,
we'll pick up a shard
and fashion a brazier for warmth and rest.
The air is cool and gentle at the crest
and the land cascades in startled wonder
from the sky.


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