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Will Jackson's paintings, prints and drawings
photos/print.jpgPerfection, of a kind, was what she was after, And the poetry she invented was easy to understand.
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Landscape
photos/landscape.jpgIn the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
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Chains
photos/chains_fragment.jpgThe proprietor, the robber, the hero, the sovereign...for all these titles are synonymous...imposes his will as law, and suffers neither contradiction nor control; that is, he pretends to be the legislative and the executive power at once
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On the beach
photos/on_the_beach.jpgGive not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn against and rend you.
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Distant Firs
photos/firs_distant.jpgFor now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
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Gravesend
photos/gravesend_fragment.jpgA 42-year-old woman has been arrested on suspicion of arson after a fire in South Hill Road, Gravesend, this morning. Firefighters were called to the house at around 5.40am and found two people inside.
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Geometry - A Dialectic
photos/geometry_dialectic3.jpgDuring the 1920s and 1930s the forces of barbarism were organising themselves into a movement called fascism. The war against these forces broke out in Spain in 1936. In the 1980s & 1990s barbarism has changed its face and name to neo-liberalism.
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Blue Rabbit
photos/blue_rabbit_fragment.jpgAjax. Toadstool, learn me the proclamation.
Thersites. Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.
Ajax. You whoreson cur.
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Rhythm
photos/rhythm.jpgOf whom shall we speak? For every day they die among us, those who were doing us some good, who knew it was never enough but hoped to improve a little by living.
