Dona Ann McAdams Brooklyn Bridge at Pinhole Resource
Linda Hackett Garden Landscape ibid.
Dona McAdams Diamanda Galas stills
Dona McAdams image from The Last Country at Bellevue Art Museum
Dona McAdams with Tim Miller Democracy in America
and Dona McAdams Barcelonetta
and The Face of Innocence
and with Brad Kessler The Garden of Eden at lightwork.org text and photos
and at Hospital Audiences, Inc.

Matthew Branton is publishing a novel online which I haven't read yet but if you want to it's here

and a comment from your host here

Project Blinkenlights cellphone-input skyscraper-monitor
link path through linuxdevices from NSOP

onegoodmove has done great service, listing many strong anti-war song/downloads

Jane Winkelman Memorial To The Victims of the September 11, 2001 Terrorist Attack
at ZetterOutsider
other Winkelman images {site links req. hacking}
link path from picklebird from I think gmtplus9 maybe

there before you came

http://www.don-robertson.com/MP3/Black Gospel/Caravans/Caravans%20-%20Hold%20to%20God's%20Unchanging%20Hand.mp3

{this site is in need of subscriptive assistance. an honest and by-the-book guy, Don Robertson, working a grandfatherly edge, with a bias not shared by all, but freely gathering so much great music, for love, like all true amateurs, and he has to pay those fees.}

untitled
Tom Bamberger
at PhotoCollect

see also:
twin violin
Six Male Arapahoe Indian Skulls

original path google on William Klein from a book link at floating wreckage, leading to a Garry Winogrand photo and thence hence

tangentially producing:
video links at francetv
Photo-Infos archives
Zabriskie Gallery
Alex S. MacLean at Panopticon
J.-P. Gilson
the previously-discovered and-then-forgotten-about but-most-worthwhile designboom

PhotoCollect has a really extensive catalog including Lartigue's First Flight of Gabriel Voisin

National Museum of Photography Film and Television (UK)

In a Lonely Place

birthday
Andrea Stern
at Ricco/Maresca Gallery
original path discarded paintings by gifted amateurs
link from gmtplus9

also alexander tsiaras
From Conception to Birth: A Life Unfolds

I went back to Ohio (Montana)
but my city was gone...

Qibla Cola's map of the world

...I'll stow your name, I'll roll it tinier than
Your shyest signature, and we'll be snug,
Low in the water, singing as we have to,
As ever targeted and separated
Children of the war. With hands and knees
Wrapped tight around our names, we'll sail together
Until the ocean tires and there's an orchard:
And if the orchard's just a single fruit tree
And if the fruit tree is a single branch,
And if the branch has only one good blossom
It will be yours, to form you always...

Carol Rumens, Pledge to the Freight Canvasser at Verse Daily April 19, 2003

continuous thanks to dublog

from the Rex Nan Kivell
Collection 'Paradise Possessed'
Section Two, Curious to Discover
The Apotheosis of Captain Cook engraving

*Sylvia*

Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun

and here

Leopold Lambert

Clown Playing Guitar automaton

10 micron six-string guitar

To Roosevelt

It is with the voice of the Bible, or the verse of Walt Whitman
that I advance upon you now, Hunter!
Primitive and modern, sensible and complicated,
with something of Washington and a dash of Nimrod.
You are the United States,
you are the future invader
of all that’s innocent in America and its Indian blood,
blood that still says Jesus Christ and speaks in Spanish.

You are a superb and strapping specimen of your people;
you are cultured and capable; you oppose Tolstoy.
You are a horse-whisperer, an assassinator of tigers,
you are Alexander-Nebuchadnezzer.
(You are a Professor of Energy
as the whackjobs among us now say.)

You think that life is a fire,
that progress is eruption
and into whatever bones you shoot,
you hit the future.

No.

The United States is powerful and huge.
And when it shakes itself a deep temblor
runs down the enormous vertebrae of the Andes.
If it yells, its voice is like the ripping boom of the lion.
It is just as Hugo said to Grant: “The stars are yours.”
(Glinting wanly, it raises itself, the Argentine sun,
and the star of Chile rises too...) You are rich --
you join the cult of Hercules with the cult of Mammon;
and illuminating the way of easy conquest,
“Freedom” has found its torch in New York.

But our America, which has had poets
from the ancient times of Netzahualcoyotl,
which has kept walking in the footprints of the great Bacchus
(who had learned the Panic alphabet at one glance);
which has consulted the stars, which has known Atlantis,
(whose name comes down drumming to us in Plato),
which has lived since the old times on the very light of this world,
on the life of its fire, its perfume, its love,
the America of the great Moctezuma, of the Inca,
our America smelling of Christopher Columbus,
our Catholic America, our Spanish America,
the America in which the noble Cuauhtemoc said:
“I am in no bed of roses”: that same America
which tumbles in the hurricanes and lives for Love,
it lives, you men of Saxon eyes and Barbarian souls.
And it dreams. And it loves, and it vibrates; and she is the daughter
of the Sun.
Be very careful. Long live this Spanish America!
The Spanish Lion has loosed a thousand cubs today: they are at large,
Roosevelt,
and if you are to snag us, outlunged and awed,
in your claws of iron, you must become God himself,
the alarming Rifleman and the hardened Hunter.

And though you count on everything, you lack the one thing needed:
God.

________________

Ruben Dario (Félix Rubén García Sarmiento) 1904, translated by Gabriel Gudding in Poetry Daily's newsletter 4/11/03 (subscribe) for National Poetry Month

This poem, “Á Roosevelt,” was
written in response to US President Theodore Roosevelt’s invasion of
Panama in 1903 after Roosevelt fomented a coup in Panama City so that
he could annex the Panamanian isthmus for the purposes of building
the canal.

Hugo Simberg

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