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art (Free verse) by feelinglistless
A director strokes his beard, then points out towards the set. A daughter hugs her father, warming him as he sings the blues. A student practices her violin, the beauty vibrating from the wood. An old painter talks of his landscapes, and much different they are from 'work nowadays'. A hippy replaces his shades. A pop-singer offers her interviewer an ice-cream. A fallen silent-movie star, weeps over her lost career. A sculptor finishes a final latitude in his copy of the world. An architect relaxes with a newspaper and wine. A woman turns in the icy cold, breathes, and inspires an artist.

Down the ladder: Angelic Triumvirate

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.3076925
Weighted score: 4.4938827
Overall Rank: 12833
Posted: May 10, 2002 12:35 PM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2002 12:35 PM PDT
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[5] lilli @ 134.226.1.158 | 27-May-02/8:43 AM | Reply
It's a rather rosy view of inspiration or art, 'lost careers' notwithstanding...
[7] nentwined @ 66.92.183.34 | 9-Jul-02/7:40 PM | Reply
nice -- this seems just an awkward shyness from really amazing. the grocery list works, overall, but needs something more than the title to tie it together... some sort of rhythm, or... dunno. but cool. :)
[8] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 15-Jul-02/12:11 AM | Reply
God saved the muse for last. give her backi
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