this leap for dominique

eric rohmer refuses to appear, but he has actors and producers to appear for him.

even as a kid a certain phrase obsessed me,  for we believed in love, and that always prevails. obsession.

the closest i could get is a fairy tale of wordless improvisation. 

for the soul there's no prison, but for there body oh yeah.

sing along, god help, the beast in me 

he's a complex character

he's sneaky, and opportunistic, but he never lies.

i feel i've always known him, and will always be getting to know him.

i know, copp, the poverty of language, yet sometimes i still like the sound, of course it's idiotic to strive for the impossible expression, but sometimes a certain cadence, though perhaps practically senseless, becomes a song.

i mean this leap for dominique

i was a solitary curious child

i'm curiouser too 

is it a sin if nuns are found erotic if your not religious 

it all works out in the end cloud diary ancient today dont ask me how i know

i like the proof sheet size pictures diminutive nostalgia not just cuz their cute but they look better reduced.

it's a third eye, it really helps to focus and trust. 

if i was to paint a hopper i might make her soft though this was accidental and i'm not a painter. more of a pointer.

muttering on the roof to heaven

my scrawny scrappy boy

the melancholy mystery of father floats like a stone

the spirit at swim is more eloquent than the empty rhetoric of eternal truth 

ok this leap for dominique.

we all have, without exception, the right to love, but we must start from what we are.

and we can have faith without hope 

what is accident. what accidie.