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Cliff the street poet
A little note I wrote after a visit to Chicago a few years ago.
I just found it.
it’s not a Quilt, but i thought it worth sharing:
“Those are not gun shots”
“…What?”
“Those are fireworks”
And so my fear was revealed to me.
My universal trust in safety acted like a double paned window to a storm; the colors and muted sounds permeate, but the storm is no longer real. At times I step out onto a porch to experience the force of nature, a testament to the layers of personal protection afforded us by years and years out of the weather and without hunger. Dry towels and tea await my back turned to the unknown.
I had stopped in my steps to look in the direction of the sound.
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A little write up I wrote for an article. [on me]
thought it may be good to share my thoughts on my role in quilting:
It has been my self appointed task to take quilting under my arm and knock on the doors of the worlds museums and art galleries. I have been working over the past few years to understand the lore and history of the media I tout to the world. I’ve shown quilts nationally for years and only now am I turning to traditional patterning and the ripe history of quilting past. I’m continually fueled by the community of quilters world wide who are so supportive and willing to share their years of experience and knowledge base from a life of oral history and countless hours of practice….
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The side of the road.
We were driving out to Candler today to retrieve a sewing machine for me to borrow. The sewing machine had hidden its pedal so I was unable to use it to push my sewing and practice my quilting while on sabbatical to the east coast.
We had turned off the main highway; taken an exit from between the large freight trucks marking a line across the country with their wheels, a burnish line to fold the country in half.
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Job search October 2009 [now I know why people bag groceries]
In the breaks of the reggaeton I could hear the synchronized shouting reminiscent of a cult reciting its vows. I had walked in two minutes early, which in my book is late for a job interview. I was there for my second interview. The job was a manager for a company that was a bit [...]
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I was witness to a moment of lucidity.
As the red light paused my movement in the established ant rut of the paved road, I looked to my right to see a large unkempt man amble back to his shopping cart from the trash can. He and his cart were inhabiting the traffic triangle, the no mans land, the interstitial space that is [...]
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William asks for a shirt
I just gave away a pair of boxers and a shirt that I have had for a few years to a homeless man. His name was William, I know this because in the way of registering himself on me as a person he told me. I was walking into my apartment building carrying my supplies [...]
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