My twin sister has been diagnosed with White Matter Disease/Vascular Dementia.  I feel lost when I think about what will happen. I don’t want her to forget me, but I have no control over this matter.

Photo by Karyn Denny

My twin sister has been diagnosed with White Matter Disease/Vascular Dementia.  I feel lost when I think about what will happen. I don’t want her to forget me, but I have no control over this matter.

Photo by Karyn Denny

This my excavation to…day is Qumran. Everything that happens from now on. This is pouring rain. This is paralyzed. I keep throwing it down two… hundred at a time.

It’s hard to find it when you knew it.  When your money’s gone. And you’re drunk as hell.

On your back with the racks. As the stacks you load. In the back the racks and stacks you load. In the back with the racks. And you stacking your load.

I’ve been twisting to the sun. I’ve needed to replace… And the fountain in the front yard is rusted out. All my love was down in a frozen ground. 

There’s a black crow sitting across from me. His wiry legs are crossed. He’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss.Whatever could it be that has brought me to… this loss.

On your back with the racks. As the stacks you load. on the back the racks and the stacks you load. On the back the racks. And you’re stacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man. Or crispy realization. It’s the sound of the unlocking and lift away. Your love will be safe with me.

When someone asks if I’m stressed

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manpodcast:

This week’s Modern Art Notes Podcast features documentary filmmaker Dyanna Taylor and art historian and author Judith Zilczer. 

Taylor is the director of the forthcoming PBS "American Masters" documentary on the life and work of Dorothea Lange. Titled "Dorothea Lange: Grab a Hunk of Lightning," the film looks at Lange’s life from her upbringing outside New York City, to her emergence as a major American photographer. Lange is best-known for her work chronicling the Dust Bowl era, but her oeuvre includes much more, including pictures of Depression-era labor strife, the internment of Japanese-Americans and early environmentalist documentary photography. Such was Lange’s stature that just after she died in 1966 the Museum of Modern Art devoted just its sixth retrospective of a photographer’s career to her work. 

"Grab a Hunk of Lightning" premieres on PBS stations this Friday, August 29. Check your local listings to see if your PBS station is airing it at that time.

Taylor has won five Emmy awards for her work as a cinematographer and director of photography, and as also won a Peabody Award for the “American Masters” episode “Winter Dreams: F. Scott Fitzgerald.” She’s currently at work on a documentary about James Turrell and Roden Crater. Taylor also happens to be Lange and husband Paul Taylor’s granddaughter. 

The pictures here are pictures Lange made at Manzanar, one of the camps at which the federal government’s interned Japanese-Americans during World War II. 

Throughout the day MANPodcast.com will be featuring Lange’s images of and related to internment..

How to listen to this week’s show: Listen to or download this week’s program on SoundCloudvia direct-link mp3, or subscribe to The MAN Podcast (for free) at:

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Photos of the toxic crud after it flowed from the tailings pond at the Mount Polley Mine in British Columbia, into the Hazeltine Creek and then into Queznal Lake. The stuff in the water included arsenic, lead and mercury.

Here’s the link to an article in EcoWatch. The article includes a 35+ minute video of the site taken from a helicopter.

“Imagine a darkness so intense, and so complete that it is almost solid, flowing around you like ink, covering you like a velvet blanket.A blackness which cuts you off from the everyday world, which forces you to withdraw deep into yourself, which makes you see with your heart instead of your eyes.You can’t see, but your eyes are opened.You are isolated, but you know that you are part of the Great Spirit, united with all living beings.”
-Lame Deer, Brule Sioux Medicine Man                                                  from The World We Use To Live In: Remembering the Powers of Medicine Men, by Vine Deloria Jr. 

Imagine a darkness so intense, and so complete that it is almost solid, flowing around you like ink, covering you like a velvet blanket.A blackness which cuts you off from the everyday world, which forces you to withdraw deep into yourself, which makes you see with your heart instead of your eyes.You can’t see, but your eyes are opened.You are isolated, but you know that you are part of the Great Spirit, united with all living beings.”

-Lame Deer, Brule Sioux Medicine Man                                                  from The World We Use To Live In: Remembering the Powers of Medicine Men, by Vine Deloria Jr. 

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"Sitting on my porch swing that night I began to talk to the Creator even though I wasn’t even sure if I believed in the Creator.  I asked him if this was all there is to life.  I couldn’t connect with any kind of purpose in my life.  I asked Creator to lead me to a direction with meaning.  I wanted to serve a greater purpose than living just for myself."
- Debra LaFountaine, Ojibway

"Sitting on my porch swing that night I began to talk to the Creator even though I wasn’t even sure if I believed in the Creator.  I asked him if this was all there is to life.  I couldn’t connect with any kind of purpose in my life.  I asked Creator to lead me to a direction with meaning.  I wanted to serve a greater purpose than living just for myself."

- Debra LaFountaine, Ojibway

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"I have walked in a mountain meadow bright with Indian paintbrush, lupine, and wild buckwheat, and I have seen high in the branches of a lodgepole pine the male pine grosbeak, round and rose-colored, its dark, striped wings nearly invisible in the soft, mottled light.  And the uppermost branches of the tree seemed very slowly to ride across the blue sky."
- N. Scott Momaday, The Way To Rainy Mountain

"I have walked in a mountain meadow bright with Indian paintbrush, lupine, and wild buckwheat, and I have seen high in the branches of a lodgepole pine the male pine grosbeak, round and rose-colored, its dark, striped wings nearly invisible in the soft, mottled light.  And the uppermost branches of the tree seemed very slowly to ride across the blue sky."

- N. Scott Momaday, The Way To Rainy Mountain

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I felt honored to be in this moment where I knew I was heading towards something great!

I felt honored to be in this moment where I knew I was heading towards something great!