ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
Nature told me I could wake up one morning and not know it.
I told her that then she could salute me with a golden float.
When all these things we have come to love pass by,
the world will be empty and alone.
How strange this place will be without my practicing eye.
How devoid of charm that residue of foam.
posted by Jim Woodring at 8:01 AM
18 Comments:
lovely and calm.
Kinda feels like a mirror, me sitting here lookin in at the frog looking into the artifact/totem.
R.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.
I think I like your poetry as much as I like your artwork. You have a real gift for it.
Excellent! I really like your strange poetic art!
Jim, this is your genius. What a remarkable blend of poetry and image. You make the rest of humanity seem as some withering leaf, honest you do.
i went through all your posts , they all are wonderful and your words are shear music .
very succesfull.. congratulations!
How appropriate the poem is to the picture! Nice froggy, contemplating the passing of time. A tad melancholy, or maybe just pensive. Either way, very moving.
Looking at this picture just makes e feel so relaxed im going to keep an eye on your blog and i hope to see more weird and wonderfull art and poetry. Bravo =)
I like this frog... And his thoughts.
I really like this one.
you've got some really cool artwork. i really like this one!
Your art is wonderful. It has struck a primal chord. In which other fora or spaces do you display your art work?
with admiration,
ATH
P.S. a fellow moleskine addict?
Don't stop.
We will punish you if you stop.
We need this.
Super color scheme, I like it! Keep up the good work. Thanks for sharing this wonderful site with us.
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I think I like your poetry as much as I like your artwork. You have a real gift for it.
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