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    Author: Kate Gough

    creative, quirky, quiet, fun, inquisitive. idiolalia. blue-green. mythopoeic. growing. in love with and married to tim gough, youth minister. love to create and learn and create again. artistic. awkward. strange. humorous (at, not with). hopeful. hm. i lived in london for a few years... love camden town. essentially, i write. and think. and make mixed media messes :)

    Perspective

    my brain bends bars of light with aplomb, shifting universe a simple excercise in relativity; no excuse for helplessness   c. Kate Gough

    December 16, 2017 by Kate Gough

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    making art: metaphor, metamorphosis, metastasis, m e a n i n g c. Kate Gough

    October 23, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    vapour

    again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible…… Read more “vapour”

    September 8, 2017December 16, 2017 by Kate Gough

    On Greek Spirit, Hegel

    The Greek Spirit: For the Greeks only *watch* the objects of Nature, and form *surmises* respecting them; inquiring, in the depths of their souls, for the hidden… Read more "On Greek Spirit, Hegel"

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    September 6, 2017September 5, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Pores

    The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy…… Read more “Pores”

    September 5, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    .:The Game:.

    images c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2000 Black & White film 100 One of my black and white photos. Don’t really have a lot of these scanned. And… Read more ".:The Game:."

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    August 27, 2017August 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Oliver Wendell Holmes

    – When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The…… Read more “Oliver Wendell Holmes”

    August 26, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Killing Clowns

    Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and the essence of words, writing, / breaks that /…… Read more “Killing Clowns”

    August 26, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    hovering

    I am gluttonous for life and all things life. — Something, /////// contrary to popular opinion, never comes from something else but always rather ///////// in some…… Read more “hovering”

    August 25, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    flying by

    stark feathers rise in rows from soil soaked by rain a farmer's windbreak --- --- c. Kate Gough

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    August 24, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    F.lush

    First flush of Spring //// green blooms in the arms of the trees en masse, a cloud of //// minty fresh /////////////// newness — Life wakes one…… Read more “F.lush”

    August 23, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

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    smoking stacks weary my soul. — — c. Kate Gough

    August 22, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    reverberate.verb

    I want to reclaim so many words from the INDUSTRIES of today: — Reverberate is a wild, wide, ecstatic word that could cover the earth with waves…… Read more “reverberate.verb”

    August 22, 2017September 10, 2017 by Kate Gough

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    Big cigars sticking up out of the Earth. — Cold monuments to a more industrial time. — — c. Kate Gough

    August 21, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Eleanor

    No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt, This Is My Story 1937 ~ When you cease to make a contribution you… Read more "Eleanor"

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    August 20, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Constructed

      you're \ \ \ so carefully constructed flaunting what you \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ think they want to see \ \ \… Read more "Constructed"

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    August 19, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    'my mind wanders, is lost in the nothing of holding off everything.' ~ Kate Gough, 2017

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    August 18, 2017August 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    Narkissos

    sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky,… Read more "Narkissos"

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    August 17, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

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    Idiolalia ~
    n. (id-ee-oh-LAY-lee-uh) – use of a private or invented language.

    Ultracrepidarian ~
    n. (ull-trah-crepp-ih-DARE-ee-un) – an ignorant or presumptuous critic; one who gives opinions beyond his knowledge.

    (L. phrase ultra crepidam, “beyond the sole,” reply of Greek painter Apelles to a cobbler.)

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